The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-04-25


/ ing and made to dress in haste and join a
| noble army Of martyrs all trending down
wards to the big Pump Room, through
! whose open portals there came to meet
! YOU a smell calculated to make you turn
4 in your tracks and run home as if forty
! thousand pursuers were behind you.
| 1t was not made to stand in a circle of
| other "malheureuses to whose count
| enances, only the pen OF a Cruickshank
1 could have done justice, and drink gil
! gantic tumbler of something not, COM
pounded of rotten eggs tenpenny nails,
/ and sulphur water, all nicely boiled up in
| bige-wat@r, nor having swallowed the
nauseous compound with every variety OF
| contorted and hideous faces around to
sWeeten the dose). was it made to add in
| suit to injury by swallowing another dose
before Il dared to think of breakfast. 1t
was not made to lie in hot brackish-look-
ing. ev-smelng water every day, till II
was parboiled, and at add times pommell-
ed and kneaded and sluiced, and given
up defenceless to the mercies of a needle
bath. 1t stayed comfortably at home, and
only went out for an occasional airing
when a real Yorkshire wet was on.
But Mr.. Langdon had not forgotten his
old umbrella. and after his three weeks
cure when he had returned home with
JOY. and marvelled at the willingness with
which he mad left it, he took the first OPP
portunty of going into his old haunt, ana
looked round for the girl who had always
interested him so much, but he looked IN
vain.
One of the girls, recognizing him as an
old customer drew nigh, and spoke IN
low voice.
she is i'll. sir" the girl said. ''They
are keeping the place open for her but |
doubt if she ever comes again. She has
been ailing a long time now.
Her address," he said
w l,s- Of
cilIed scrap of paper was folded up in the
saucer. He affected not TO notice it, and
asked for cakes. Meanwhile he unfolded
the paper. 1t was an address the other
side of the water, but at no great distance.
He nodded, and the girl left him. Pres
entity he ENDURED at headquarters if any
one had appeared to claim the umbrella.
No one. Had he not better take it away?
Clearly It had not been exchanged by him
there In another minute II was in his
hand. As he took 1t, passed over the
counter horizontally towards him, some
thing rough about the feel of the handle
struck him. He held 1t to the light and
saw the reason of such roughness that a
name was cut on the inside of the wood
Carl Griffenstein
How could he possibly have overlooked
it? Yet 1t must have been there all along
He knew the name, of course and remem-
bered now the man had been at Mrs
<htt@AA9 uOuSt bndt hdYs ana UFSL ne must
have taken Grimerstein's umbrella, and
then Grifferstein had taken his He would
restore Il Immediately; only on the way
out he caught an anxious glance from the
absent girls friend. and half stopped but
once outside he resolved that the moment
this umbrella business was disposed Of
he would cross the river.
II was then between and 6, on a glori-
Gus September afternoon He had walked
a nnnA Of l,a Hf-fas -
IN obedience to some peremptory call he
halted, and turning sharp round, retraced
his steps till he came TO Parliament
street, and so on over Waterloo Bridge.
The air rose fresh from the river, the
delicate facade Of the, hotise Of Parlia-
ment showed like rare kracery against
the flush OF the evening sky, everywhere
was peace and beauty save in these hurry
ing crowds of human beings who are al
ways in such haste, whilst nature. in the
working of her utmost miracles, is aIways
so still!
lie found the house without much diff
Guilty, II was as close as it could Green to
the waters edge and he could easily be-
heVe that from its upper windows there
might be views of fairylke beauty. All
that was common and mean lay imme-
diately below. while in the distance. across
the river, rose airy palaces, as ravishing
surely as those in Coleridge's famous
dream.
A tidy woman answered the door. She
looked anxious. and her face frightened
when inquiry was made for her young
iodger, for here was some one surely who
had come to do her some good
She's weak" said the woman. i'm her
Cockney voice quite redeemed by its hon
esty. ITS more fretting than being real
bad, sir, / take it. For the likes of her
weren't meant for the likes of this"
And then she led him up ricketty stair
and through narrow doorway into a
bana, clean room, where some one wrap-
ped IN shawls, was looking out Of the win
dow-looking out at scene of enchant-
ment IN the golden light of the dying au-
tumn day
She started up at the firm masculine
tread cooring so vividly that she wore
the hues of health. then timidly put out a
band that was as white, and looked as
rail as a snow fake.
tMy dear" he said deeply moved, Il
missed you, and l came TO look after you
am an old man. May / sit with you a lit
tie while?'
She drew forward a chair with the love
lest look of gratitude of liking and for
a little while they sat without speaking.
looking out at the flowing river, at the life
that went to and fro on it, at the bridge
with its fever and fret OF restless beings
and last of all their eyes came back to
look &C one another.
My dear" he said, you'll forgive me.
but l have daughters of my own. married
and out in the world, and live alone like
an old bachelor nov; but haven't you any
people-nobody to be kind to you at ALP"
The little face was troubled for "A mo-
ment. then FOR as brief a space grew hard
mo one,' she said.
He had put down his hat but quite I'M
consciously had kept fast hold of the two
umbrellas and her eyes. wandering down
from his, as II she found the question In
them too hard for her fell upon them. and
she smiled
Il have seen that one before" she said
Are you still trying to find an owner for
to-
- have found him." he said. Here is
bis name cut in the handle. Isn't il
strange both you and l overlooked it?'
And he held 10 out TO her.
After all, il was not so easy TO make OUT
the letters. She spelt out Carl" slowly.
turned white. uttered "A cry. then galloped
Ike mad along "Grinenstein," then thrust
The umbrella wildly into his arms. turned
swiftly and ran out Of the room
What ala II all mean2 Was Carl Crit
fenstein the scoundrel who had brought
her TO this pass Was that brilliant ana