The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-06

Il don't agree with you, sald Lazy
Hilda
Il mean than think about it," said the
Colonel.
Is it worse to do bad things than to
think about them?'' asked Lady Hiida.
but I don't allow that this is bad
said the Colonel ii wouldn't be bad for
me-"
Even that might be open to doubt
said Lady Hilda.
"And I don't believe it would be as bad
for you as you think"
"Ah, that's just where the thinking
comes in" said Lady Hilda.
"Then. don't think at all said the
Colonel, jumping up and putting out his
hand 10 her. do it without thinking
Conner
Lady Hnda looked at the hand, which
was lean and brown, and had big ugly
scar right across the back of it where an
assegai had gone through and pinned II
10 his saddle. Then she looked up in his
face = lean, brown, ugly race
with another big scar marfing
one eyebrow, and a long, rassed
grey moustache pointed, Don QuiXote-
like. at the tips, Then her cheeks dim
pied enchantingly. and she laughed.
"what-now?" she said. "Oh, no, quite
impossible. am just going to lunch on
board the lugGer."
so am L. said the Colonel. Though
for that matter. there might be time be-
fore lunch. Nothing makes one so hum
gry as church, and the marriage cere-
mony--
.'Please don't talk nonsense said Lady
Hiida sharply, and growing pink under
her hat.
She wore wonderful hat about a yard
and half in circumference, all male of lit
tie frills of transparent white tulle gar
landed with a wreath Of wild clematis,
which looked as if il had been picked from
a neighboring hedgerow, and which had
really been supplied by fabulously ex-
pensive French mininer on The Boulevard
Haussmann; also a wonderful blouse Of
transparent white muslin fluted and frill-
ed like the hat, and pinched in at the
waist with an absurdly small silver belt
over a pale blue canvas skirt, short enough
70 show her pale blue stockings and high
heeled tan shoes. Lady Hilda always SAID
she enjoyed nothing so much in the coun-
trv as the privilege of wearing rags" The
Colonel. who never knew what women
had on. stood smiling down at her, and
thinking how pretty she was.
1T was you who were talking nom
sense he said, mildly. Il never sug-
gested the present moment; though, of
course. / should be more than delighted.
Stin. if you viii only promise to do II at
an | will be equally generous on my side,
and will let you name your own day.
"ReaIly! Honor bright?'
Honor bright"
.sThen-if we are both alive and single,
this day a hundred years hence" But
ner blue eyes still smiled up at him pleas
antly. and she touched lightly the SCARED
brown hand with one very Ike a soft
white flower bud, as she added: Don't
be disagreeable any more, Col bruce,
please"
why do you always get your pronouns
Vrong?" he said petulantly. 1t is you
who are being disagreeable; not But
you mean. then. that you wont-really?'
You know l won't Haven't 1 said so
often enough before? 1t isn't fair of you
and when we were such good friends
tooP'
IAN right, we will remain good friends
then, if you are sure you prefer it,"
'.Of course. / prefer il"
"Only I ought TO tell you that l meant
this TO be the last asking"
."Why didn't you let the time before be
that, and save me a whole ten minutes
of unpleasantness2 Still if this is really
the last, l viii forgive you"
'eThank you. 1t really is. Good-by."
But l thought you were coming to
lunch on board the lugger with us?''
$50 l am. / was only saying good-by
to you in the character of sweetheart and
wife It is the last time, Lady Hilda.
Honor brightr And then he went for
ward TO meet Lady Hilda's sister, Peg
gy, who, in company with the Hon. Ber-
tie billiard and Angelo Whyte, the ar
list, was tearing down the village street,
laden with parcels of all sorts and shapes
and shouting TO them.
''What success foraging?" called out
the Colonel.
'sA1," said Hilliard. 'Ive got three
loaves, two dozen eggs. a pot of straw
berry jam, and a plank of bacon ready
sliced into rashers; and Lady Peggy has
three pounds of greengages, an unripe
melon"
Not unripe at all, you tarradiddle!" re-
torted Lady Peggy, who was a hoyden OF
IS. only a year from the schoolroom, and
promising TO be as pretty as her sister,
!. and a currant cake baked by Hunt
ley and Palmer within the present cen
fury billiard went on unheeding "She
wanted to have young pig as well. II
was hanging up outside the shop door all
ready scalded and scraped, and looking
quite pretty: but as the woman thought
1t might take longer than ten minutes to
fry. and We were starving, and Whyte
there much too beastly lazy 10 carry II
down 10 the boat or cut it up when we
got there"
Mr.. Whyte did not look like carrying a
pig. He was a small slight young man
with fat, short-hngered, white hands. lips
too full and too pink, dark red hair cut
in a fringe on his forehead and falling
low over his collar, and moist-looking
prominent, bTown-black eyes. out OF
which he had a way of staring, dreamily
or extensively. as you might choose to con.
slider il, at most objects. He was dona
so at Lazy Hltda as he went close up Il
her. little basket containing nothing
heavier tnan salad of lettuces and wa
tercress sheltered from the sun by a
bunch Of pink clover, in his hand
do you know what you look like. stand.
ing there in the MONDAY glow" he said
with your shadow cut out black on thost
grey stones and that ultra marine HIN.