The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-09

| THERE Isn't that NIECE"
| Certainly not, II is not nice II is
anything but nice. 1 am surprised al you.
| Rose ] really am Suppose any one
| were 10 meet US walking along In this IL
/ diculous position, Why. they would take
| us for Cooks tourists CoCkney ATTY
4 and 'Arriet out for a stroll, Nothing could
be more vulgar and degrading
He withdrew his arm in haste, and
walked beside her stiffiy erect. seeming the
4 piney air in virtuOus indignation His
young wife said not a word. but walked
I on also. with crimsoning checks and down
l cast eyes. her little feet moving some
| what YEARLY. Presently he glared down
/ upon her with an air Of relenting conde-
/ scension.
surely you know that demonstrations
| Of affection in public are very bad form:'
/ he inquired.
She looked up. her soft eyes flashing for
I once with something very like scorn-
/ Where is the public?" she asked I'VE
/ are quite alone, alone with the forest and
I the sunset-and with God, But / am
/ sorry II my action offended YOU
! Dear me. am not offended why should
+ 1 be2' he retorted pettishly. you meant
/ IL well, no doubt. But wherever We are,
/ alone or before witnesses, we must avoid
even the appearance Of vulgarity. And
/ pray do not quote poetry TO me. ! hate IT,
/ Alone with the forest and the sunset.
I ana with Goa " nat IuDblen licAA IS
rs it?" and she gave a little sigh. 1T
/ is not poetry A any rate. II is only me"
"Only you?" he repeated. What do
I you mean?"
Il mean that I said it-they are my own
words; just as they came into my head
| Very silly, Of course"
/ He eyed her with digniied wonder.
SILLY" he echoed. Il should think so, in
decd Nothing could be siller. They remind
/ me Of the style which the newspaper crit
les condemn as forcible feeble.
He smiled and stroked his black NOUS
| tache. All at once she looked up at him
with an expression of pathetic pleading in
| her young face.
Harold" she said, in a low uncertain
voice. ARE you sure-I mean-do you real
| ~ love me2"
At this he felt seriously vexed she was
going TO be hysterical or something. he
was surc-women We're al alike.
My dear Rose" he replied, with labor
ious politoness. II think IL you will take
into consideration the fact that l have
married you. you will scarcely need 60 ask
such a very foolish question. IL I had not
/ loved you I should not have made you my
wife. That you are my wife ught to be
sufficient for you-the deepest feelings as
you know have the fewest words. hope,
here his voice became distinctly aggrieved
! in tone. 81 hope YOU are not going to cry
Nothing Is more childish; but perhaps you
are ovcr-tired, and had better 20 indoors.
/ Pray remember that we are living more
or less under public inspection. and that
an hotel is not the place to make a scene
In"
She raised her eyes to his. They were
dry and bright and cold.
do not he afraid" she said. II am not
crying and shall make no scene
And turning from him, she entered the
hotel in silence. He did not follow her, but
remained sauntering up and down on the
turf outside, smoking cigar
The next morning Mr.. Francis Fame was
out in the woods with his easel and sketch
/ ing block, bent on finishing "A rather pow
erful study 81 a tall pine tree split through
| by lightning. He had been hard at work
for more than an hour before he became
aware that there was small white bundle
| lying apparently thrown, on the moss a [
| some distance off. He could not make 1t
! out very distinctly, for the shadows of the
| pines were so LONG and wide, and presently,
moved by curiosity, he got up and went 20
/ seen what it was. AS ne approached, it
resolved itself into fgure-a slight little
| figure clad in white with a ligure-a slight
! little figure clad in white with a blue rib
| bon round its waist-and stopping alb
| ruptly in his advance, he caught the
/ smothered sound of low sobbing.
by Jove" he muttercd-"Mr Alling-
| ham 80
Indescribably panied and uncomfortable
| at this discovery, he was about to step
/ noiselessly back to his easel without ut
| tering a word, when the girl suddenly
! raised her head. and perceiving him, start
| ed up nervously trying to control herself
Il beg your pardon" he stammered.
II came out here to make sketch
"Not of me, hoper' she said, with lit
tie trcmulous smile; then without the least
pretence or affectaton, she dried her eyes
| with a tiny lace handkerchief and began
/ IN 4 fOrppNlV-
Il came out here, not to sketch. but to
| cry" she confessed naively. ~ on know
it's nice to have n little weep ali to one
! self sometimes
rs it?" and he Redeemed foolishlv Il
| should have thought" But he could not
devise any fitting end TO the sentence; and
she looked at him with touch of wistful-
ness in her dewy eyes
May | see your sketch?" she said pick
ing up large pine-cone from the ground
and studying its pretty polished divisions
| with intense interest. Il have often no.
| ticed you wandering about with your easel
and paint-box. You are Mr.. Francis Fame,
are YOU not? and you are staying at the
same hotel as we areY
To all this he assented walking beside
her dreamily. and always thinking what
a child she looked AS they drew near he
spot where she had left his easel he woke
| up to consciousness of prosy etiquette, and
| endeavored to realize that his compan-
!
seemed but a married lady OF position
I'm afraid my poor sketch is hardly
worth your looking at, Mrs. Allingham, -
ne began formally. She interrupted him
by little gesture.
"Oh. you know l am Mrs. Allngham ."
she queried, smiling.
"Of course. | do he answered, some
what amused and surprised at her tone
Everybody at the Pension Gutsch' knows
you by sight"
She unused little, still intent on the
mathematical partitions of the pine-cone
she held. Suddenly she looked up.
And what do they say of me?" she
| asked.
Fame was quite taken aback by the di-
rectness of the question Meeting her
eyes. however, and noting the inquiring
candour and sweet innocence of their ex-
preston. he answered out and manfully:
They say you are very young and very
pretty. You could hardly expect them to
say or think anything else, could your"
She smiled and blushed
ooh. 1 don't know she said. "You
see, 1 thought they might think newell