The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-07

! II GOultmpldINGlN Tor some moments as
It lay on his plate.
GOOD Lord, Master Robert, then its
true; and you're a lost man. sirv'
"a lost man? Well. perhaps-ah, l care
not whether l am lost or not so long as
find her"
And any man who pays shilling can
see her every night at the playhouse, sir?"
Nay, that is her sister, Mrs Voting
1 ton-she is one of the best of our ladies on
the stage, Noah"
ITO say that she's the best is not to say
very much, sir, if all that 1 hear Is true"
oh, thatu do Noah-that1l do"
4 humbly ask your pardon, sir. I'm not
supposed to know anything about It,
And you don't in this particular case,
at any rate, though l allow that in near
! ~ every other matter your knowledge is
surprising. l suppose my uncle will come
down shortly now?''
/ shouldn't wonder, sir replied the but
Ter lie felt rather hurt a being reproved
by the young gentleman whom he himself
had the privilege of reproving pretty fire.
quentiy some twenty years before; but he
was too much the butler TO let his voice
betray his feelings.
When Robert Cholmondeley strolled into
tne Hofafy ne examined the new prints
Whlch ms uncle had received from town
nut the amount of interest the Rale's
Progress aroused In his bosom was not
great. lie was thinking more of Polly
Noflington Margaret Woffington's Young
er SISTER, who had captivated him some
time before, at the theatricals which had
taken place at Teddington on Polly's re-
turn from the convent in France. where
she had been educated.
ms father, Lord Cholmondeley, had Civ
en- MS consent to the engagement at the
very moment when he had gone to Mrs
WoIlhgton to command her to send her
aspiring sister out of the country, lest the
he f1r
should be compromised by his sons mar
rylng Miss Polly for Miss Peggy had ex-
creased her destinations upon him and
without any pleading on behalf to her sis
ter had caused him to say at the close of
their interview:
M lal | am now quite satisfied that
my son viii be happy"
70 which Mrs. Woffington.. with her ac-
customed frankness, had cried:
nay, my lord, tbs l VINO have need to be
ulssatlsned since l shall now have TO SUD-
port TWO fools instead of one"
But though his lordship's consent was
mus gained the ardent lover was NOT 60
ardent as to be blind TO the advisabilit,,
OF obtaining the consent of his uncle sir
jasper as well. He did not much care
Whether or not he obtained the consent of
ms maternal uncle the Earl of Oxford
Tor he knew he had no expectations from
ehe great man who had previously been
JaSDer
reported to have in his cellars several
trunks laden with the jewels that he had
oDtalheu at the sacking of many a temple
III the Iand OF the Great Mogul For War
rem Hastings and Sir Jasper CholmondeIev
had Deen early comrades an the Honour
abe company's service; and as the latter
was unmarried and had always had a
great affection for his nephew Rohert
considered il important to gain his CON
sent TO match that certainly did not at
hrst sight appear a desirable one.
lie knew that Sir Jasper was full of
preJudices against the stage-nearlK as
run as he himself had been before h@had
met Polly, and quite as full as his father
had been before he had that interview
with Peggy. He was not without hope.
however, that his uncle would come 10
look at the matter in a reasonable light
surely when he should hear that Polly
was the most charming girl in existence
-that she had lived at a convent since
her childhood, and had never come within
the Daleful influence of the playhouse
he could no longer maintain his foolish
prejudices.
Well, if MIR. Cholmondeley had been
quite certain on this point he would have
given more attention to those admirable
prints by that clever artist, Hogarth who
though growing old, had lost nothing of
his trenchant power in dealing with the
follies of the first half of the eighteenth
century.
The great mullioned window of the IL
brary looked into a Dutch garden bright
with tulips of all Sorts for Sir Jasper was
Well known as one of the most en-
thusiastic of tulip growers at a time when
tulip growing was the craze only of the
wealthy. Robert stood at the window
wondering how any man could devote his
life to the cultivation of bulbs when so
many greater interests were within his
p 10 frnV Al 4.
with an exclamation of impatience, and
glanced at the timepiece. His uncle
would not, he knew, be downstairs for
at least twenty minutes, and twenty min
utes seemed TO him to be a long time. He
picked up from a small writing table a
translation of Van Myne's famous treatise
on bulb growing, but before he had time
to glance at a page, he became aware of
a gentle tapping on a pane of the window
CHANGING round he gave a cry of aston
ishment, for outside stood his beloved Pol
ly Wellington.
She was wearing a riding cloak. whose
satin quilted hood made a charming frame
for a charming face. Her large brown
eyes were glowing, and so were her
| cheeks. The expression of mock fear
which was upon her face at that moment
was very pretty, especially as 1t quite fail
ed to conceal the smile which it overlaid.
He ran to the window and threw it
open on its hinges. whispering:
| Heavens, abovel How did you come
hither my dearest girl?"
! ,"Why how but by coach and post
chaise?" replied the girl. "Oh, yes Peggy
paid for the trip-she pays for everything,
dear Peggy"
She does; but take care that you and
1 don't pay for this trip, dear-yes, pay
dearly" he said, helping her into the
| room.
Il don't know what you mean, sir" eaid
Polly. Il did not know that you were
here, of course; and thought that II Peg
! gy could prevail, as she did with your
father, why should 1 not prevail with
/ your uncle?'
"Oh, that's what you thought is it?t
said he, holding her hand but keeping his
| eyes somewhat anXiously upon the door.
Yes, quite right. my dearest, only YOU
are not so good an actress as your sister
! Peggy"
'Ah, but if she succeeded so well when
merely acting how much more easily shall
not l, when l feel everything that l may
say?'
Fis nice question of art my child. -
! said he. Better say, a question of arts.
A all