The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-22

/ Even as ne made IL, he wished he had not
done so. Fred, the next moment, was
heartily congratulating him.
on. by the by cried Terence. when ne
had shaken hands with Fred and raised
his hat stiffiy to the latter's sister, Il have
your gun case Will you take it back
/ with you, or"
Keep It Till come back. please" cried
Fred, as he helped Bessie over the stile
/ toward the village.
Terence returned to 1.-The Blue Boar
slowly, in a very unusual mood Of dis
| content and mental disturbance. He was
| angry with himself for having altered
[ MS arrangement merely on account Of a
/ girl who had been both cold and rude to
/ him. For he knew quite well that it was
her presence in the village which kept him
| there Entering the clean. tiled hall of the
] Inn, through the opposite door of which
! tangle of sweet peas, sunhOwers ana
! hollyhOcks could still Ibe discern6d in the
/ dusk, he caught up his easel and Fred
/ Jellett's gun case, both of which were
/ lying on the floor, and swung upstairs
/ with them.
Being angry and careless, he came to
/ grief with his load and let the gun case
| fall with a crash, over the topmost ban
/ nisters into the hall below. The thought
! of the damage he had probably done
/ sobered him. and ne hurried down con-
! trite and alarmed.
| The lock of the gun case had been burts
4 by the shock, and the case lay open before
! him. He went down on his knees to dis
cover the extent Of the damage. To his
astonishment he found that the case con-
| tanned no gum but a fiattened roll of paint
/ ed canvas. wrapped round an iron bar.
/ On further examination, the painted can
/ vas proved to be a picture and by the
| dim light Terence was able to make out
| that il was a villainously bad copy, prob
/ ably painted from memory. of the Alassio
! Rubens.
CHAPTER ATTEMPTED.
The first thing Terence O'Carron did on
/ discovering that his friends case con-
tanned, not a gun. but a bad picture,
was TO burst out into roar of laughter.
ooh, these amateurs said he to him
! self, as he took the picture to the garden
door and unrolled it, the better TO deride
its imperfections. How can they have
the heart to spoil good paint and can
vas like this? j must do him the justice
to say he seems ashamed of his crime,
as he never mentioned it and hid it away
so carefully; but he can't know how deep
his guilt is, or he would never. have
the cheek to bring the smudge down
here, to compare it with the original
Jellett, my dear boy you're an awfully
nice fellow, but you're the most shock
ing bad artist 1 ever saw"
AS he began to roll it up again he be-
came aware for the first time that he
was not alone in the enjoyment of his
great artistic treat. A movement in the
overgroWn flower bushes outside, a move
ment which brought suddenly to his nos
trils a delicious Whit of fragrance from
rosebush and sweetbriar, made him look
up from his occupation; only in time.
| however, to see that somebody who had
been watching him had escaped in the
thick overgrowths of the inn garden.
If he had known that the hidden spec
tatOr of his amusement was the detective
N.11 4. 1
only have laughed the more For he
could not have guessed that that gem
tleman put an altogether false construc-
ton upon his mirth. The young artist
took the fraudulent gun case upstairs,
packed it away, and presently forgot all
about its contents in the enjoyment of
a political discussion in the bar-parlor
between the blacksmith and the owner
of the principal village shop.
Next day Terence was haunted by the
remembrance of the fair-hared girl He
had not lost the impression of feminine
sweetness which she had made upon him
/ on his first sight of her. little of that
1 sweetness as she had bestowed upon him
/ self. Indeed, her.ungracious treatment of
/ him had rather whetted than dulled his
interest in her, since it was strange that
a creature who could waste so much
( tenderness upon a brother should be
/ capable of such harshness to a perfectly
courteous and harmless stranger. He
! found himself exploring the village and
! its environments not with the legitimate
eye to the picturesque, but in the hope of
! discovering by the. sheen of her fair hair
! at some cottage window, where the dear
! Lady Distain was staying.
He was unsuccessful in his search 1t
was not until late in the afternoon, when
/ Having overcome his alleged scruples
/ by writing his name in the lodge visitors
/ book, he was sketching in Ingatestowe
l.,
4 Bessie. She wore big shady gray hat
which matched her dress, and she made
/ a most charming picture as she stroiled
under the trees. Involuntary Terence
started 10 his feet. The girl looked up,
without vouchsafing any sort of greeting
quickened her pace and walked away in
the opposite direction. He was so much
disturbed by this incident that he could
! do no more work for the rest of the day.
| He did indeed attempt to 80 on with his
! sketch as if nothing had happened; but
/ the result pleased him SO little that he
presently slashed it from side to side
| with his penknife, thus spelling a nice
/ piece of canvas and showing how very
much like child grown man can behave
when the glamor of pair of blue eyes is
upon him.
/ party of tourists were coming up the
! drive toward the house More for the
want of something to do than because he
! cared for the regulation scurry through
/ a show place, Terence Joined them. They
were driven like flock of sheep through
galleries, halls, rooms, worried by an
| elderly upper servant, whose manner was
/ the orthodox mixture of sycophanic VEN
Grafton for the family and insolent con-
! tempt for visitors whose tips he received
They saw the wonderful Ingatestowe
| pictures. though perhaps Terence was the
only one of the party who saw in them
/ anything more than so many dingy can
vases in so many dingy frames They
/ saw the celebrated Alassio Rubens, and
| heartily pitied the idiot who had ex-
| changed so many thousands of bright gold
! sovereigns for what they afterwards free
1 ~ described as a picture they wouldn't
| have in the house, AS they all stood hud-
/ died together before it, breathless and
! rather scandalized. Terence burst out into
/ a laugh which shocked them, as he
4 thought of the appalling copy of the pic
/ ture which he had seen on the previous
/ evening. The laugh startled not only the
/ group of tourists, but a man standing in
/ a little rallied music gallery at the end of
| the long room. He looked out from behind
| a group of suits of armour, and in his
/ hasty movement threw a halbFed down