The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-07

| ~ photographs You take. Mr.. Johnson. i
really think they are better than those Of
many professionals. the portraits are so
extremely life-llke. Now. this one Of
Oh! Mr.. Johnson. whatever is this? Dick.
and-and an actress; taken yesterday. too.
Oh. II can't be my Dick" The poor girl
sank into a chair, and it was only John
sons presence which restrained her from
crying.
For the first time Huntly johnson felt
sincerely sorry for her. but he realized
that he had put his hand to the pillow and
he could not now turn back.
"l-er-that IS really am sorry that YOU
have seen that photograph. did not know
1t was on the table"
For this time Miss Farquhar. being a
very self-possessed girl. had quite recov-
cred herself
win you be so good as to give me a
sheet OF note paper and a pen, Mr.. John
son?' she said coldly.
Certainly Can l be Of any use 10
you in any other way. Miss Farquhar?''
NO, thank you. I merely wish 10 write
girl.
She sat down. and though johnson could
see she was very much affected, wrote
on bravely for few minutes: then she
handed the note TO Huntly johnson. re-
questing him to give II to Mr.. Beaufort.
and wishing him good afternoon, left the
house with firm determination never 10
return to IT,.
Presently Dick entered the room. ''Oh.
l thought should arrive before she left"
ne SAID IN rather disappointed tone
"A note from her. though How awfully
sweet OF her TO write"
Huntly Johnson was seized with a sud
den rear lest Dorothy might have be-
trayed him in the note she had write
ten.
Whatever is this?" shouted Beaufort
note.
Look here. Huntly." cried the young
man, clutching hold Of his friends arm.
what can she mean by writing about
Ialthlessness, love for another woman
eteT Look at the letter man?''
Huntly's face turned chastity white as
ne took the letter from the others trem-
bling hand, but as he read on he looked
more relieved
m afraid she means TO give you up.
old boy. She said nothing to me about II.
though. should go and see her IL were
standing"
Johnson knew he was quite safe in say
ing that much. as he felt sure Dorothy
would refuse to see Dick At anv rate il
would get him out of the way for a time.
by Jove, / think / WILL" said Beau
Tort, slightly cheered by this suggestion:
anu rushlng out OF the room he made
his way to Dorothys house, which was not
Iar distant Looking at his watch he
found IL was still 90 ly in the evening.
ana he felt quite certain Of seeing his
lady love and explaining everything there
and then. On inquiring for Miss Farqu-
mar, Beaufort was informed that she was
engaged and could not see him ON any
pretext whatever
Tell her that / must see her II is n
matter OF Importance
But the servant merely repeated her
message and would not even agree to take
Miss Farquhar small note, scrubbed on
half a sheet OF note paper. Miss Far
quhar said that she would not see YOU
on any account whatever SIR" was all
that the maid would say.
The door shut in Dick Beaufort's face.
and he was left alone on the doorstep.
He remained there thunderstruck for a
few minutes, and then walked on, Won
dering what on earth could have given
rise to Dorothy's unfair accusations He
paying attentions to a woman whose
character was, TO say the least Of II, sha-
dy? Was It likely that when he had
gained the love Of creature little short
Of an angel in his estimation he would be
trying TO do the same thing with another
woman?
Some one must have been giving her
false information about him, that was GER
tain. But who could be the cuprit? |
Probably one of her admirers, who was |
jealous of his success. Could IL be Hunt |
ly Johnson? The thought chased itself |
quickly through his brain, and left IL as
speedily as 1t had entered. No; 1t was
an ungenerous thought He felt certain |
that his old friend would be incapable |
of such an action
Huntly Johnson was in his own sitting |
room as Dick entered the house.
She won't even see me-" the latter |
cried, throwing open the door, breathless |
with Excitement Isn't 1t a shame, Hunt |
ly? I've done nothing to deserve her throw |
ing me over like this. think some cad |
must have been telling her lies about |
me-"
Huntly Johnson WINGED at this. but, luck
lily for him, Beaufort did not notice II.
Beaufort walked to the table and began |
absently TO turn over some photographs /
which were lying there. Suddenly the 9TH
er saw him start as he took up a photo
graph in his hand. Johnson made a
clutch at It, but 1t was too late.
johnson, what does this mean7" shout
ed the young man. "A photo
graph of me kissing Kitty Hawthornei
Impossible! / never did such a thing in
my life"
Suddenly his former suspicion that John
son was the cause of all this trouble, re-
turned TO him.
johnson, don't deny it," he said. CON
fess that you did this out of spite. be-
cause / was going to marry Dorothy Far
quhar."
An explanation ensued. johnson was
certainly subdued and Inundated by Dick
Beaufort's kindness. He offered to make
the only amends in his power, namely, to
go to Dorothy's house and confess every
thing. At first, in answer to his knock,
message was returned that Miss Farqu-
har was engaged and refused to see him,
but by dint of perseverance he was at last
allowed to enter. Dorothy at first treated
him coolly. but on learning the object of
his visit, she reproached him bitterly for
his duplicity, but gradually began to take
a more lenient view of his conduct, and at
last forgave him.
Huntly Johnson returned home some
what sad, but happier than he had been
Tor several days. Dick Beaufort and Dor
othy were married three months later, and
thus ended The Story of a Photograph"
KNEW WHERE HE WAS SAT"