The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-18

ed just for the finish and passed the win
ming post three lengths In front.
We'll scul1ed-well sculled, indeed,
Charles Milliganr' Numbered hearty
voice at her elbow, and two powerful
hands began to clap with noise resem-
bling the powerful report Of a pistol.
Maud started around like one awaking
from a blssful dream. There stood Old
Scratch. He was watching her face. NO
doubt he wondered why her eyes had
suddenly grown so bright and why her
cheeks were so flushed, and her face so
strained and eager
"His form was grand, was 1t notY'
exclaimed Old Scratch. with enthusiasm.
II could see that you admired 1t, my
dear l am glad that you appreciate
form. After all, there's nothing like IL,
is there? once upon a time, before you
were born, my dear" added Old Scratch,
in wistful tone. II could scull like that
myself But age tells on man doesn' t
it, Maud? And, sooner or later the
youngsters are bound to win"
Next morning, shortly after breakfast,
Maud was summoned from the girls
boudoir by her father to an interview
in his study. She went down stairs, with
beating heart expecting 10 be scath-
ingly reproved for her conduct at Hen
ley yesterday. But she was greatly mis-
taken. IOE ne QiQ not utter a WOiu VI
rebuke He did, however, appear TO be
slightly annoyed although he found no
fault, merely saying with rather cold
intonation MAUD, Mr.. Spilshank has
called to see you, privately. Hesis in the
drawing-room now. You had better go
to him at once"
YES, papa" said the girl, turning upon
him a look half-frghtened, half-implor-
ing, in her large black eyes.
Her father foOlx no notice of the look.
He turned away and busted himself with
some letters. Maud opened her lips as II
about to speak. But no words came,
and without further attempt to unbosom
herself she left her fathers presence and
went to the drawing room.
Old Scratch stood on the hearthrug
awaiting her.
"sit down my dear" he said to her,
wheeling forward an armchair. Il have a
little something to say to you, which Will
take time"
at is a little story" said Old Scratch at
length, smiling gravely. once upon a
time, my dear there lived a fine young
fellow and a pretty charming girl, who
loved one another devoteuIy. But the
young man had no money, and his sweet
hearts father, being in difficulties, urged
her. compelled her l may say, to give up
her poor lover, and to accept the atten-
tions of a rich old scoundrel. She was a
dear, good girl. She acted for the best.
she responded to her fathers appeal
IL CALCULATED Maud, gasping and
with rosy cheeks. Il"
wait a bit, my dear" Old Scratch
stopped her gently. II have not finished
vet. This young fellow. in absolute de-
spair at the fate which threatened his
love came to an old friend-and implored
his assistance to save the girl. This Old
friend was a queer, whimsical old fellow.
He could have made his favorite, Charles.
a present of a plum on the spot in which
case the young lady's father would have
readily received him. But he chose to do
things in his own whimsical way. He low
ed Charles, my dear, and knew him to be
the best youngster In the world, but he
didn't know the young lady, and he want
ed to be quite sure. my dear, that she was
worthy OF his favorte. So this curious.
roundabout old fogy, knowing that his
great wealth would open a certain house
10 him at will, obtained an Introduction
10 a certain young lady's father. and soon
appeared himself IN the light of that
young lady's elderly suitor. Inc young
lady, having made promise 10 her father.
was too good a girl 10 betray a certain
little matter TO the old fogy. and 0for her
fathers aake) she accepted his proposal
Stay. stay, my dear I haven't quite I'M
lshed yet
"Wel. this old gentleman soon saw that