The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-20

be capital friends"
Capital friends, she agreed, smiling.
| what a good sensible girl you ara,
Florence" Andrew sighed and touched
lightly a fold of her white sleeve. do
| you know have often thought of the
| old days, the day just after l left school,
| when l used 10 send stuff TO London edi-
| tors-and such stun, tOo-and you and I
used TO wait at the postoffice for the bic
| envelope that always came back? You
| were in shortish dresses then"
Tn rather glad. think" she said.
| brightly, to find that you still remember
| those days. L, shall never forget them"
| However successful a man may he
| come" said Andrew Title, oracuary. "he
| always remembers his first sweetheart"
Especially If he marries her." suggest
| ed Florence.
That" said Mr.. Tite, that does not
affect the matter. Is this crayon work
| yours? 1t seems very fair"
| The scent from The trees at the back of
| the house, came azly through the open
| window and contested in a slow dogged
way with the smell of the paint tubes.
| Rowlands, with his back to the two. put
| down the portrait and looked about for
| another.
Just one more word, Florence. You
were always the best of girls, and I am
| so glad we have not quarelled'
| Il don't think l could have done so, An
| drew"
! shall we shake hands p
| with all the pleasure possible"
II was a small hand with a rather good
ring on one OF the fingers. It was a soft,
! white hand, too, and it lay in Andrews
| with such a gentle pressure that for one
| moment the canVases danced before his
| eyes an intricate gavotte. But this was
| no excuse for the immediate action of An
| drew Tite. In view of the existing circum-
| stances existing circumstances including
| Miss Vanbury) nothing. am bound to say,
| could excuse Andrew Selling the small
white hand, pressing it hurriedly TO his
lips and n1urmuring hurriedly two words:
! Dearest lover
Rowlands was really very sorry that he
had dropped The canvas. He did hope that
no harm was done Miss SaXby assured
| him after careful inspection that no harm
whatever had been done.
Il think we bad better 60 Rowlands,"
said Andrew lite, with a flushed face.
I'm ready"
"And perhaps you will let US call to-mor-
! row, Florence?"
Il hope you will And you. too, Sir
Henry"
You're very kind. Miss saxby. I hope
we shall see each other again."
You must try to call, Sir Henry, when
my uncle is in"
Even if he were not in" began Row.
lands.
Nov, come along, Rowlands. Goodbye
dear. Goodbye" .
Andrew Tile ron back to the gate after
the two had proceeded a few steps.
May 1 send you note this EVENING""
he asked hurriedly.
You are one of my favorite writer's"
| said Florence SaNby, demurey.
Andrew Tite went W to his room and
| Rowlands being called for by the excellent
Turley went for an hours practice. An
| drew's writing work consisted of one COM
munication, and he did not commence that
| until he had walked about the room and
considered a great deal. The letter be-
gan:
Dear Miss Vanhury: I want to send
you few words on rather a serious mat
| ter. When you promised a few weeks
| since to be my wife l.
There were two sheets of closely written
! arguments AT the end was this:
Pray therefore, consider that we are
released from our engagement to each 9TH
er. You are a woman of considerable
sense, and you will, am sure, agree that
all this is for the best.
My regards to your mo her if she has
| returned from Nice If do not call on my
return TO town you Will know that it is
because pressure of work prevents me-
With sincere regards, believe me faith
| fully yours, Andrew lite"
When he had folded this. placed il in an
envelope, addressed the envelope to
The Hon. Miss Vanbury
III, Eaton Terrace,
London, S. W"
and dispatched it by the postman who
called at the moment for letters to take
by tricycle. to a post Office five miles dis
| tant, Andrew Ttte felt that Vohms III
of his life only remained to be penned.
| That evening he would write to Florence
| Saxby and renew his engagement with her,
| and
Enter Rowands Rowlands, back from
| the links in the best of spirits, Rowlauds.
tanning himself with his cap. lounges on
two chairs at the entrance and hais the lit
erary man descending the staircase in
loud boyish way,
"Hullo. therer
"Ah, Rowlands. Back from play?"
play, sir? It's hard work. Real hard
work. That's what it is"
Il am rather anxious, Rowlands, to have
your opinion. Can you spare few min
utes?'
Hours"
1T won't take long. I want to know
what you think of Miss Saxby."
Miss Sawbyr' said Rowlands, wonder
ingly.
you surely haven't forgotten the lady
to whom introduced you this aftenool?'
'Oh, that young person. You don't care
for her. do your
I'm surprised" said Andrew Il should
have thought she was just the kind to
| attract you. To me she seems the nest
delightful of women folk"
Perhaps your experience has been lin
tied"
Il don't know so much about that" an
swers Andrew Tite, knowingly. II know
what they are pretty well. l was il st
wondering what most girls would say if
they were proposed to by a man of po-
siticn in the world"
so far as I can judge" said Rowlands,
Il should imagine that most girls would
say Yes. "
Andrew smiled
Il don't think there's much doubt about
! that, Rowlauds. It must be a great salts
! faction for q girl to make a really good
marriage. And. after all, Florence Saxby
is clever girl. Quite above the ordi-
nary"
II think So"
"Of course" goes or Andrew, argumen-
| tatively, "all women have certain draw
| backs. As l was pointing out this morn
! ing in the case of the average provincial
there is also with them all that lack of
a sense of humor which is so much de-
! plored."
But, Tie. I fancy there are exceptions.
! For instance, my fiancee."