The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-07
This Lad Is Now sad.

1t was exactly z o'clock when he sent
up his card with box of roses and walked
into the little drawing room to wait for
her. The man said she would be down
in a few moments, and he tried to think
of what he had said the night before. He
remembered having asked her if he might
drop in about this time. but everything
/ else seemed blurred in his memory, runs
story in Judge.
The daisies nodded to him from the win
dow, and her banjo lay across the cush-
Toned couch with a sheet of music beside
II. A bowl of violets filled the air with
fragrance, and made him think of her.
lie felt as men sometimes do-unworthy
and miles apart from her. Never again
would he take Scotch whisky and soda.
He wondered if she had noticed.
The fact was, he had rushed home from
the club and dressed for the dance after
an afternoon which need not be recorded
mere. The trouble was that he had not
stopped to dine, and, going uptown in the
cab, he became conscious that he was get
ting drunk.
That was the disgraceful truth-not
drunk as to legs or voice, but intellectual
ly. His mind was not clear, but he knew
that she was to be there, and that he had
promised to go. He resolved to pull him
self together, and, after seeing his hostess,
to slip out quietly and go home.
He remembered greeting several people,
and that no one seemed to notice He
bore himself with great dignity, he recol-
lected, and said very little. Then he re-
membered standing with her in the little
palm-rOom. He could not even think of
the gown she wore, but he remembered
the great diamond star she wore in her
hair.
What had he said? OF course he had
made love to her. He always did make
a vHyOY hit yr.t hot h.
had said-that was the question. 1t
might all have been a dream were it not
that he had in his pocket a long pink glove
of hers. He meant to ask her if he might
keep it.
At first he had thought of sending her
an apology with roses instead of calling.
Not that there was anything which he
ought to apologize for, but girls liked that
sort of thing, and it would give him time
Then he decided that that would be cow
ardly, so he called with the foxy determi-
nation to lead the conversation so that she
would have to give him an idea as to
what he had said.
She came at last, with a swish Of silk
in the hall and a hand outstretched in
the same cordial greeting he remembered,
just as though nothing had happened. He
looked at her closely, but she did not even
blush. She smiled little, as though she
had not really expected him He looked
fxedly at her. Then she laughed
He was astonished at her cleverness in
laughing the matter off in that way, but
he felt somewhat piqued a. her light way
of treating it, She evaded all his ques-
tons in this way, and when he tried to
appear hurt and injured she laughed all
the more.
He resolved on a dignifed retreat Then
he remembered the glove. AT least you
will let-me-keep-this he said, and he
unrolled its pink and perfumed length be-
fore her,
She took up the other end of it ginger
ly; then she shifted at it and let it drop
suddenly. Then she looked him coldly in
the ewes.
'Oh, l understand" she said. This is
Mrs Dashington's glove She probably
lost it in the conservatory last night dur
ing the hour ana half you spent there"
Then he knew what had happened. He
| had called on the wrong girl!