The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-02

than were at first supposed, and could not
be taken even as far as Abbott's Hail.
but would have 10 be thrown on the hos
pitalty OF strangers for an indefinite pc
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Everyone now has good word for
Scilla- How hraVely she has borne the
pain OF her broken limb. the WEAKNESS Of
her convalescence. the tedious monotony
OF her sick room existencei How patienE
how thoughtful she has become, How
fun OF gratitude for every little service!
And as for her being "a girl OF the pc
Rod Blanch ogden. with a burst OF in
cisnation, scouts the idea on behalf Of
her friend.
Scilla has told her all about II. Scilla.
who has lain awake through long nights
or pain and restlessness, and who has
learned 10 see the image of her former
seif-at least the self which took its color
from every immediate inhuence-thrOugh
binding tears, and with passionate self
disgust WhaS talks the two have hadi
W nat condolences What confessions OF
the past. and resolutions for the future,
have been sealed with kisses and baptised
with tearsi
Scilia does not mind telling Blanche all
ABOUT the poor home-her own shabby,
kindly. loving home. with its shifts and
strains, and endless endeavOrs TO keep
the wolf at bay. She dweHs on all that
pertains TO her own real life, and her own
rear sell; and who would ever recognize a
trace OF the foolish, perverted, distorted
Scilla Of AbbOtts Hall in the frank. mod
Court?
Scilla can now even think without re-
greet Of those glittering sovereigns. sac
rlnced like so much besides, on the dav
she loathes to look back upon They were
/ Mr.. Eversleigh's sOvereigns. and she de-
! slres to forget the very name of Ever
/ sleigh. Blanche gently points out that all
1 EVersleiShs are not cast in the same
mould: Scilla turns uneasily round on
her pillows at this After another fash
ION, II hurts her sull more to think OF
| Ambrose Eversleigh than of his uncle.
captain Eversleigh has been more than
once at ogden court since the steeple-
/ chases, and Blanche thnks-believes-
| not quite sure, but has heard Sir Robert
/ say something about his coming over the
/ same afternoon. Scilla wishes she could
! mink OF any excuse for remaining up
/ staiw another day when the last piece OF
/ information has been extracted
/ But none offers. She has to show her
self her poor. little, mortified shaken self,
/ before this mans cold disappearing ewes;
/ to know that he is thinking
| OF her as when last seen bawl-
/ ing at the pitch of her voice from
/ the top of his uncle's coach; or II, by good
| nap ne failed TO see her or anyone then,
/ at any rate strutting about the racecourse
| inflated and self-conscious, a very epi-
! tome of folly and vanity
Never never again as long as she lived
| could resolutions avail against the humil-
| such resolutions avail against the humil-
| iatloH OF the present moment? She is
\ really grateful to Capt. Eversleigh for
/
| looking at her at all. His Hope you are
! better!' once delivered. he betakes him
/ SELF to another part of the room, and
| discusses fishing with Sir Robert.
| Blanche, however, is not going to have
her friend thus CURLY disposed of. win
| Captain Eversleigh kindly place the lit
tie table by Scilla's couch, and hand the
! invalid her tear"
Capt. Eversleigh does as he is told, and
| for the first time obtains a full view of an
INFINITELY sweet, pale face, with large eyes,
and an expression so different from that
| ne had last beheld the same features wear,
that his heart smites him, and he rem
| ders the next service required with alac-
| rity.
To be sure, he had been told that he
| had mis1udged Scilla, but he had never
| believed in the injustice till now. Now
| when he hears the gentle tones of her
| voice, and glances wondeGngly at the
| faint color which comes and goes on her
! cheek. and more than all when he meets
| the shy embarrassment of her eyes, on a
! sudden he throws down his arms, con-
feSses himself to have been in the wrong
| and is instantly and absolutely convinced
! that Blanche Ogden is in the right 1t
| just shows what a wonderful nature and
| what wonderful insight Blanche has!
| Dear Blanche!
Well, she need not fear any further rup-
ture between him and her friend. He re-
solves to acquit himself of a message from
| AbbOtt's Hall, but to append his own rider
They want you back Miss Davenant;
| but take my advice, and don't go. It's a
| great deal nicer here, and
And she is not to think of going"
| Blanche chimes in. I'VE can't let her GO
Eversleigh looks from one to the other:
! he sees that Scilla's lips are trembling and
a flush has mounted to her brow, but she
| tries to speak steadily. "They are very
! kind You will thank them, won't you?
| But directly am able, I am going-home'
No one makes any remark. They all I'M
| derstand. Only Ambrose Eversleigh, as
! he strides away through the lanes be-
| tween the green hedge-rows, hears again
/ and again the echo of that one little word
| home" and every lingering doubt of
| Scilla is by 1T dispelled.
! The next day found him again at Ogden's
! court, wheeling the inva1id's chair up and
/ down the sheltered walks, and helping
blanche to gather the spring blossoms for
| house he gently lifted her in his arms, and
| carried her to her room.
| you have conquered him, whatever you
| may say" Blanche smiled and nodded mer-
! rily. Don't tell me any more tales of aver
| sion and antipathy. You should only have
/ heard Captain Eversleigh to-day, when
| you were lying back on your pillows smell
| ing those white narcissus blossoms in the
| shade; he was looking at you so long and
! earnestly that l asked him what he was
| thinking about, and he started, and NUT
! tered something about "A perfect picture
| and an ideal of purity and-I assure you,
! Scilla, no one had ever asked him to carry
| you upstairs ! merely mentioned that YOU
| were desperately afraid old Ridgeway's
| legs would give way under you, and that
| was all.
That was all? No, it was not quite ALL
| There had been a whisper a request, of
which the present speaker knew nothing
| but which had made Scilla's heart beat
! fast YOU viii let me be your bearer as
| long as you need one?" EVersleigh had
murmured as he laid her down II owe you
some reparation, you know And every
vein had tingled beneath the double mean
! ing of his smile.
Downstairs he had insisted openly on his
] right to make amends for losing the race
| since it had cost his uncles guest so dear
| cold Blue Moon never had a chance but
! then my uncle did not know that; so of
| course he was wild" he had added aside)
but alone with Scilla, the word ''repara-
ton" called up another memory; nay, she
! burst not think of all that might be meant
| could not look and smile at Blanche back
What is She doing? What is she on the
! brink Of? Has she not enough cause for
self-blame that she must needs be caught
anew, albeit in different fashion? First
she had Disguised this man by her lew
ity. now she has attracted him by her
beauty-which is worst? In another week,
in another day, that facile, responsive
afh he rrrf1l b1afE Id