The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-09-05


ing the balls about with a man who
ou,.ht to have been a professional, so tell
me a yarn.
nush back my plate where l have
,5lv collected a pile of nutshells, reach
mt my hand for one of Georges cigars,
III I'D my glass with some rare old port
hottled before the world was made bright
~ bv my presence, and look meditatively
across the table
George is younger than 1 am-nearly
twenty years, 1 should say. He does not
look mach more than thirty-five, and 1
sm-well, my hair is growing very white,
and it is not all chamber work.
have run down to Brighton for re-
lief. George has a pleasant fiat facing
the sea, and nearly every Saturday sees
nv legs under his table, glad enough to
get away from my quiet rooms in Gray s
Inn. ard the collection of old bores who
haunt my club. l go back on Monday
or Tuesday Why l don't know. l have
more money now than l can spend my
nractice is very exacting, and there is no
one to come after me when they set up
m TOMBSTONE. Anu ltlS-lilG AINilC UNI
ner the wine, and, above all, hearty en-
tusiastic George-just suits me. Yet
Monday morning will see me on the plat
form. a Havana in my mouth, and the
Times in my hand, waiting for my train
n Town. Once you get into harness it is
so difficult to get out. and l shall go on
formulating money to the end. Then it
will all go to George and worry him, for
he has too much already. That is the
excellent way in which things are man
aged in this world
George waits for me quietly. He smokes
huge moerchaum, and / watch the big
rnrling Ereaths as 1 run over my rather
eventful life. 1t is the same meer-
rbaum that he was smoking when first
met him in the smoking room of little
hotel up in the Pyrenees, five years ago
Since then we have been much together
Did YOU ever know the Wyndhams OF
GianWorthy in Devon, George" L ask at
last.
Let me see" he says, slowly. DO you
mean Fox-hunting Wyndham?'
Yes, that family"
81 knew a little of him once. He was
member OF the Carlton-I used to meet him
there occasionally. Had a very beautiful
daughter-Dorothy, l think her name was.
Clever too, they told me-
"Ah. that's it, 1t is her story l am go
ing to tell you. 1t all happened over fifteen
years ago Fifteen years! An, George, l.
am getting into the sere and yellow with
a Vengeance!
Never mind the moralizing, Williams.
It is Sunday tomorrow"
Il was friendly with the Wyndhams.
WIND
ham-and | were at Harrow together, and
after he had married and settled down on
the ancestral acres, he found me out in
nv chambers and insisted on my gong
down to his place After that I spent
good deal of time, off and on, at Glen
worthy. / was always a keen sportsman
and even the Inns of court did not rob
me of my love of things sporting. Indeed,
in the earlier part of my career, when L
used TO take few briefs, the. other men
used to have wagers on finding Sports
man" or Racing Calendar in my BRIEF bag.
When | gave up pleading for champer
practice l still read my sporting papers,
Int then it was in the privacy of my own
ssnctum. Well, to come to my story, carry
in December | packed my portmanteau'
gave my old clerk holiday, ran up TO
Paddington and took a ticket to More
tonhampstead, the nearest station TO Glen
worthy, and went spinning away IN tne
happy contentment born of misty ram
and a grey sky, knowing that Jack sta
bes would be open to me. so contehteu
was !, that l felt more like boy OF TWEEN
" than a sober bachelor of nearly forty
with a legal training, and when we pulled
Mp at Moreton, and l saw Wyndham
Stanhope and pair of bays. my cup of hap
pness was full
Il jumped out of the carriage, not sor-
" TO exchange the thick atmosphere OF
smoking compartment for the cold, STRONG
air of the moors. The rain had cleared OH
and the moon was visible. 1t was only
grey dusk, though, and l had no difficulty
IN finding my way. groom was on the
patform-an old friend of mine-who grim
he'd a welcome born of many tips.
"Ah, James, a portmanteau and these
traps and-Oh, mind you're very caretui
with my saddle" 1 always took my own
saddle-it was one of my peculiarities.
Yes, sir. Certainly, sir" with an IN
tulgent grin.
hurried through the little waiting room
aud booking office, and found the Stan
hope Dorothy was perched on the box
seat, her hands pretty full with the hlgh
melted bays, rendered fidgetty by the
painting engine.
Wei, Diogenesr' she cried airily-she
always called me Diogenese out Of comph-
ment to what she was pleased to call my
cynicism. Jump up. That's it. No. L
can't give you my hand. These brutes are
pulling like mad. Gently, Nero-so-so!
She handled the ribbons as well as Jack
himself, and that is saying a great deal,
Tor Jack was once well known member
Of the Four-in- Hand. She was slight,
graceful girl then, just blooming into a
Woman. Her hair was warm brown.
she had clear honest blue eyes, dainty
nose, small resolute mouth, and chin
mat had some of the strength OF her
tlthers
Let me see, Kitty"-I always called her
Kitty because no one else did. by Jove,
You are growing quite a woman. Almost
gwen up dolls now?"
Don't be silly. Or did 1t mean to be
satrical? Really. Diogenes, you. are not
improving. London life doesn't agree with
you. You are getting dull James. have
You put the things in the cart?'
Yes, miss"
Then jump up" And with flick of
the whip, a gentle Come along" we
ratlled out of the station yard and bowled
uD the hill
took a long breath The mists. cool,
fray formless, were creeping up the hills,
Ce Sky was growing clearer. the stars
Nhked solemnly The rush of cold air,
~ We moved rapidly along, sent my blood
0ourslng healthily through my veins.