The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-10-04

Of his old tutor spun out into nearly Il
week. and even then there was a hesita-
ton about his departure. One might al
most have thought that he went relue-
family.
Mrs. Holloway mad to go on to the south.
She was due with relations at EastboGrne.
Your friends win enjoy themselves all
the more when we have cleared out" she
told her brother. THE dear good man
is very stiff and solemn with me I know
he'll be glad to have the house to him
self, and to be able to sit about in quiet
corners with his books"
! ~ -es But it viii be very dull for her
She seems to enjoy the ter-hunting."
Bill had taken her out with him on two
| mornings-in the early freshness at sun
rise-and she had tramped along the rushy
banks valiantly, and jumped in and out
Of the stream as if she had been water
nymph.
He went; and the doll found the gar
den no longer paradise. She was not ro-
mantically in love with hlm-strong pas
| sions were not in her line-but she was
| pleased to think that he was dramatically
! in love with her She had been shrewd
| enough to discover that, although he may
not have known it himself; and in his alb
sence she walked about his house, and
| looked al the furniture, and considered the
plate and china at dinner, and thought
| how much nicer 1t would be to be mis- tress
| or this house-and not to be stinted in
| spending-than to be Mrs. Kirkdale, and
live in a drawing-room from which the
prim Georgian windows looked directly
upon dusty high road-a house with
| about a quarter Of an acre of walled-in
garden-where no flowers ever fourished,
and with the stabhng let off to a trades
| man.
She looked al her husband, and reflect
ed that at his age he might have thirty
years Of life before him. 1t was COM
mon thing nowadays to hear of people
| living to 80, and especially quiet students
whose uneventful days were ruffled by no
| aSitations. Assuredly it would be a fool
ish thing for her to build upon being a
widow, and marrying again, and being
4 mistress of a place like Lakeside. And
then she thought of Mrs. Holloways gown
and cap which were in such perfect taste
and which made widowhood seem the most
advantageous period Of a woman's life.
The days glided by in summer idleness.
| Iheodora sat on the lawn reading a novel,
or in boat looking dreamily at the noun
| tains, while one of Tremaine's men rowed
! her about the lake. The cuisine and the
attendance were faultless. The professor
! enjoyed the dainty little luncheons and
! dinners, and his wife felt the relief of not
| having to order the meals. not having even
! TO think of the butcher Tapped in Elysian
! ease she hardly regretted the otter hunt
| ing, or her long rambles over the hills
with Bill and his sister Indeed. she
had found the long rambles fatigulng and
! the looking at gills and distant views rath-
er boring, while getting up at o'clock to
run with the otter-hounds was not all
bliss.
She supported the dullness of a summer
| tete-a-tete with perfect equanimity.
| Il wish we could stay here all our
lives" she told her husband land then
you might save all your income-except
! what we spent on clothes"
Josiah smiled at her ignorance of life
to suppose that he, one of the lights of
science, could be under an obligation to
| an old pupil.
I'VE shall have accepted quite as much
! hospitality as I can afford to accept
when we have been here three weeks"
he said you are looking in perfect
health and beauty, my darling, and
shall go home with a light heart"
Theodore acquiesced, after her manner
| and it was understood that at the end
of the third week they would turn their
faces homeward. The upper house maid
would pack for her. 1t was only when
she returned 10 the Belmont house that
her work would begin. She would have
to think of DR. Kirkdales dinners and
try Ito economiZe-lOok at tradesmen's
books, and calculate how much butter
and how much tea ought to be used. 1t
seemed to her dreary prospect.
weeks in Norway. She would be gone
before he returned to Lakeside She
| might never see him again, perhaps
unless he invited them next year for the
same kind of holiday. She hoped he
would, and that the same cook would be
there, and that the weather would be as
! exquisite as 1t had been this year. She
was quite resigned to living the best
part of the year without seeing his face
| dark with strong features and hand
| some, in rough sunburnt way-in mark
ed contrast Nth the faces she saw in
the varsity town.
Bill was thinking of her, with far less
elaboration, in the land of the midnight
SIMPLIFYING her dreary life. hating him
self for loving her, swearing. by all his
gods she should never know of his love.
Tremaine came back in time for dinner
on the eve of his visitors departure.
THE fishing was a fraud, Dr. Kirkdale
| so / chucked it. And thought l should
like to be here to bid you goodbye"
The professor was deeply touched by
this attention
Upon my SOUL Bin, you are the best
| fellow | ever knew"
mo, no, - bad" cried Bill, with ire
mendous energy. I believe everybody's
bad-except you. You haven't a fault. Has
he, Mrs. Kirkdale? Isn't he the best, kind
est, truest, old bloke-I beg your pardon
doctor-that ever fived?"
He is very-good and kind" assented
the doll, plscidly.
She was engaged in eating a peach. She
was SO pretty, so exquisitely fashioned. so
| delicate in coloring in teXture-lilSe egg
| she'll china-that she turned even the ugly
process of eating to prettiness. She CO.
quoted with the silver knife and fork
with the translucent fruit. She ate as III
| tania might have eaten.
"A man may be the soul of honor at nine
o'clock and act dishonorably at ten. Sit
ting at dessert with Kirkdale and his wife
| Bill had sworn TO himself that he would
never sin against that good mans peace
| yet an hour later, after a long stroll by
the lake with Theodore, he was telling her
| how he loved her, and how useless and
| miserable the rest of his life must be If
! he was doomed to live without her.
They had left the professor happy with
pipe and book, in a corner of the smoking
room, and had come out in a casual way
They were pacing up and down the lawn
! by the side of a shrubbery. not far from
the window near which they supposed him
still seated, in the light Of his favorite
| lamp, which sent a vivid shaft across the