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

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"Because-because he is married"
"He is not married. He was never mar
ried."
What"
The rosy flush of the evening sky was
not so lovely as the color that transfg-
ured her face. If ever love-pure love
painted itself visibly on a poor maiden's
face, it did then on hers.
OH she said in a whisper, and invol-
unfairly. as one who suddenly remem-
bers a forgotten trick, her lips smiled
why did you part?" he said 1T is
well known that he got a nasty knock
from some woman which has made him
hate women ever since; and yet, you don't
look like the person to give it,"
Il will tell you, she said, sitting down
opposite him-a frail shape, wrapped in
great white shawl, but with the fires
of youth and love, and joy of life in her
eyes.
Carl Griffenstein and 1 loved one an
other she said land we were 20 be mar
ried when he came back from the Holy
Land. where he had gone to paint his
great picture. He had scarcely gone
when my father fell ill., and our old doc
tor being away on long holiday he was
attended by Ralph Holt, the locum ten
ems. whom he disliked extremely. though
l thought then, as l do now, that Mr.
Holt did his best. And he tried TO be
kind Only somehow neither of US
neither father nor Liked him.
She paused again, as If afraid of the note
of Indignation that had crept into her
voice, and her visitor knew very well that
this man had loved her and a woman IS
never grateful for love from one who is
personally displeasng to her.
and dad died-the poor, old dad. I
never forget him for a single hour; and If
some people grieve hard and forget, l
grieve hard and remember. l was entire
~ alone / had no relations near enough
TO trouble about me, and DR.. Holt took
all the business he could off my hands
There would be just enough to pay every
one, and / was too wretched to refuse mis-
help in arranging things and Carl Grit
fens Elm had not written once to me since
he left England
THE end came on that last day, when
Or. Holt brought me a letter from a friend
of his i'm Rome who among other bits of
gossip, mentioned Carl Griffenstein's APP
preaching marriage. l gave him back the
letter | crept away, and God would not
let me die would not let me sleep beside
the poor old father who had sheltered me
all my life long from trouble. Next day
DR.. Holt came and asked me TO marry
him. / was ready for departure, and ex-
Dected by an old servant of our family,
who had had married and settled in Lon
don and would help me TO find something
to do. When l had sent DR.. Holt away
his face was so evil that l trembled to
think of what life with him might have
been-then l came here.
Il had a few pounds left. and did not
encroach on them, for the first advertise
ment 1 answered was from the place
where you found me- and to which 1
went"
''And all this time" inquired Mr. Lang
| don, impetuously, you never heard of the
famous Carl Griffenstein-never took any
interest in his work or found out that he
had never married?"
Il heard and read of him constantly
His pictures Except when engraved / of
course never saw, and l never heard any
thing about his private life, as the papers
| said he would never be interview by any
body. And to think-to think that of all
people on earth, you should bring me his
umbrella" (She kissed the handle) "And
that / should not even see his name on it
OH Ohr
And to think" said Mr. Langdon.
| jumping up, that | should all but have
taken it to him-that he would have got
that he would have got it now.
| but that your little pale face positively
beckoned me over the water, and MADE
me come here first. And now, my dear
! I'll trouble you for that umbrella-youll
| have many future occasions of carrying
/ it-and you may expect me back here. al
! lowing for possible delays. i'm two hours
| time at the farthest"
Where are you going?" she said as red
/ as a rose.
I'm going to get to the bottom of DR..
| Hollis little story" said Mr.. Langdon. nod
ding. and as these matters are settled
| best at irst-hand, l shouldn't be surprised
il Carl Griffenstein comes TO tell you all
| about 1t himself"
/ sfTIou 9t eh said sbrfpiriuo haok stIp,,t
| he is a great man now and II am a
waitress IN bread and tea shop Oh, no
you must not go. Even If DR.. Holt lied
Carl has forgotten all about me by now"
Without wasting another word Mr.
Langdon snatched from her the umbrella.
seized his own, and clattered down the
stairs like a schoo-boy.