The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-17
CHAPTER 1.

.ba sun and SHOOK her LndSil4iS9A' ASN
xiv around her WITH the wild untrammel-
=, Grace so familiar to the inhabitants OF
-. Four Corners-a grace which appeal
- oven to old Ikey Marston as he lounged
an rabelle's veranda over the way plan
n,rg political programme to wipe out
.ha United States from the face of the
Nth and leave his untutored fellow Ca
..dians free from all questions of reel
,rocttv in the matter of trade.
1ogan's Sal, however, did not care to dis
,,ss noitical questions of any kind OF
,bis beautiful summer morning. AS an
occidental concession to sentiment, and
rronaratory to a forthcoming ball she had
n.osbed her fiery locks with some innocent
,ogetable preparation which was held TO
have the peculiar property of fixing the
rold in them and of eliminating the ruff
ans hue popularity supposed to pertain ex-
clnsively to childhood. But when she sat
on an upturned barrel under the red maple
IN the ward and "shood" away the chick
ors who came to look at her, it was evil
don't to an unprejudiced observer, that
DC this bewildering mass Of hair which
ensbrouded her became dry, so did its fiery
i hue assert itself.
At first when Logans Sal emerged from
the doorway into the open her hair hung
in heavy, dark, dull folds around her
sbanely shoulders. Little whispering
winds PLAYED hide and seek among it, riot
cd in and out of the INTERVENING strands,
or blew the clustered threads apart.
Presently using her long white fingers as
i a primitive combine one could account for
SAILS long slender fingers; old man Logan's
Il digits resembled twists of tobacco squared
at the ends-she parted the clinging masses
and coming a little forward waved them
out behind her like golden sails.
The deep dark hue changed to a lighter
tint little CLEANS and glittering notes of
gold came to the surface, caught the light,
absorbed it, and disappeared as the long
i tresses swayed back to her shoulders.
The straight masses began to break up
into a soft rich halo round the girls nobly
beautiful face, lending a sombre fire to her
blue eyes which, indeed, were violet in the
shade, and only blue when heavens own
II sky sought to mirror itself in their sunny
depths.
The golden glory of SaPs hair attracted
the notice of a languid young Englishman
who had just been deposited, luggage and
all in an apathetic group at Labelle's
door Someone had taken his portman-
teau away and busted the stranger, who
8 submitted to the process with as much in
difference as If 1t did not concern him in
any way. SAL however, attracted by the
hustle of the departing coach, peered
n through her golden environment and met
the strangers eye. WHO is she?" in
& CURED that worthy, turning to Ikey.
Ihat?" inquired key, pointing over the
q way. "Oh, that's Logan's Sal"
q Not bad at ALL" critically remarked the
stranger laziIy watching a potato bug en-
deayoring to consume the varnish on one
Of his Cthe stranger's) pointed boots.
Not pad" declared key. mot badl
why safs tarnation fine woman. Up
flgnt as ramrod is Sal, with a nose as
sualgnt as the one you see on them little
medals the temperance folks gives away
IN sunday schools and SIGH like foolish
ness She's six feet in her mocassins
soupIe as willow wand when the wind
am sorter knocked the life outen it. And
ner hand! My! You oughter ha' seen
ler lay out that drummer chap from Van
kleek Hill when he sold her some stuff for
pldting spoons and she run him down with
nI pap shotgun after the spoons were
spoHel' She just gave him one wipe, and
I5 surfer went through the bushes on the
OanA 10 sudden glory. an his remains were
AIRED up to Labelle's for repairs. He
IoHe1 afterwards to old Doc. Jimpson a
mule mad laid him out"
navarro of this exaggerated and gross
uhruthful tribute to her personal
ploWess, Sal sat baslxing in the sun, look
. iLk little Vriatfra11xr
.N-ah HIS on the opposite shore. "There
S. 5 no men to conquer in this wood" was
unconscious cry. for Mr. Hank Pc
~ ~ scarcely ranked as a human being in
~, Summation, although she had prom
80 -, after the primeval fashions of Four
~HeIs 1olk, to accompany him to the
Sl atN Mr. Hank Peters bored her, and Sal
ny n, not like being bored.
e stranger gazed across the village
60 49, az the lambert mass of hair when
NedIe1 Sal from his critical glance.
- ~e !you-eh-familiar with Biblical his
'2 ne asked Mr. Marston.
DooAee ere, stranger" said KEY. ex-
duhs at hitching-post with a pre-
evas,l vi aim which enabled him to hit 1t
NJ uHle- "Lookee ere, stranger, ii
ri,. Oe al right whar you come from to
Sis qlestions of that sort on people. We
nm 'N 1t down hyar kinder mean-sorter
knoo.,' 50 10 speak; and onhealthy. I've
pay'H d man taken unwell-suddenly I'M
III STahger-for less'n that, mind YOU"
ssi5 stranger laughed. "Al right" he
was thinking of a lady who wash
N.Y. mar and dried 1t on the housetops.
pas" ''isilepa' thlhk her name
i,ngy Marston considered. Don't Won
ye H. he said thoughtfully. "Who-
-, Vlu you that played you for a sucker
mn 9HeDa Nankleek amt never done no
h, lohshness. Ia like to see her a get
ls,, g' mansard roof when old man Van
s was hoverin' round. No. sir. He'd
En- death" PO'e uuicAer Il SUD
Nj %, out this was some time ago" said
N aob, anger caresslng his budding mons
lou are right in surmising that
#ib y you mention had nothing 10 do
sT "e-the incident"
sr, curse not" said key. ''You,vn
&H VVolel. Bathsheba amt that kind of
0u re stranger, and the boys see
he temporary misunderstanding hay-
#ns,3 .A Enlightened out, my venerable
IL bl. salu the stranger again caress-
nj 1dr, "loustache, ''let us drown all un-
Me-. IN the flowing bowl. Mr.-Mr. ?"
III ,.on said lkey with joyful aiac-
~ mean drinks"
H. s'.I perspicaclty Is not at fault" said
anger with languid scorn. "I-oh