The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-20
A SENSE OF HUMOR.
THE STORY OF A LITERARY LION.
ny W. PETIT RIDGE.
Author of .Secretary TO Bnyne, VI. P," Etc.
CnnNris-hted. Is9s. by w. Pett Ridge.

" a
guard hurried 10 a first-elass oompart-
ment. and Mr.. Andrew Tie stepped out
The guard placed the portmantead on the
rustic garden seat. and with one mana
held his whistle 10 has mouth with the
other he received Mr.. Tite's donation A
porter of amazing youthfulness stro!Iea
up from the signal-box az the end OF the
platform as the train started.
Now then. ten twenty" said the IN
fautile porter to the guard, with much
truculence. curry up"
The train fastened away and the sTnaH
porter watched it.
THAT train amt stopped ere" he said
with a reminiscent air to Mr.. Anore"
Title mot for the last free months. Last
gent il stopped for was Sir 'Enry -'
II want this pOrtmanteau taken up TO
the Unicorn interrupted Mr.. Tite, sharp
Iy. do you know it?'
well" said the boy. i ort to-
Certainly you ought. But do YOU?
.eTbere amt many men that knows the
Trnicorn better than me" said the small
porter with a knowing smile. If don
know the Unicorn, why nobody doh
know it,"
That's all right, then. Bring this IN
there as soon as you can, and III walk
on"
eeYou go through this orchard ex-
planned the boy, land you bear jest the
least bit 10 the left. and you come to a
~ know the way quite WELL said An
drew Tie. Il used to live here"
..r.,ra, name NAV I ask?" said the boy
He took a piece of chalk from his pocK-
.sTite." said Andrew Tite.
.Its new to me-" remarked the boy.
And he wrote carefully on the portman-
team with a piece of chalk one word
TIGHT.
Mr. Andrew Tite crossed the line ana
o,ened the gate of the orchard. He mad
baa so much of praise during the past
yaar that he should have been glad to be
exennnt from it for time; yet some
how he could not help feeling disappolh'-
mont at the small porter's ignorance OIL
his fame. To come back AFTER re"
years of absence to the village where ne
had spent his early days had occurred
To him as a pleasing ana an iihpless4N {
%.
a,ssc1,ltv 20 face in the shape OF Visit
- The doctors house-Florence Saxby was
oieca If Doctor Parr' seven there II
T,-o,,ld he agreeable to hear their Opinions
Of his books. What he proposeu 10 to
yras 70 cali after lunch and just stay lor
half an hour or So ~ A,,ara,,
.sPoor little Florence?' said MT Ahuie"
Title. ~. u,ov ana
adjusted his tie. 1t was rather large
flawing tie with fine suggestion OF the
Pouleyards about 1t, and When' Oh iatS'
iadv Journalists had interviewed the new
est literary lion, his tie was always mace
tue subject Of a separate paragraph
.sTtis hard on her, of course acknowi-
edged Andrew Tite TO himself. very
hard. and very disappointing. ana rear
IL M TO last year 1 thought shouid nave
kept up the correspondence ana tne ~
Of years ago. But, good gracious, such
la of things have happened since then.
For instance. there's Miss Nanbury."
II was surprising TO find how very small
the small village seemed In nVe minutes
he was near to the one hotel of the place,
and he had always had an impression ION t wa
ii was quite long distance from the sta
ZION. He looked up at his old school
house and made a mental note to call In
tomorrow and request for the boys a
snecial holiday This would be a genial,
semi-regal inexpensive action, which
At the Unicorn pleasant scent OF
lunch. hustle and hurrying TO and fro
of white-aproned maids. \ look OF gay
expectancy on the face of Mrs. Hostess
mingled with some nervousness.
"This way, sir, said Mrs. Hostess
bustling out of her room into the dim en-
trance I'VE had your wire and the room
is ready, and we sent word to PIN Tur-
lev. and he's going to cali later on, and he
saws the links are in perfect condition, and
there's no reason, Sir Henry, why you
shouldn't begin tomorrow and jim Tur-
lev has got a cousin who can
~ beg your pardon" said Andrew
Grossly pray don't, talk so fast, anC
pray tell me what in the world you are
talking about. I'm not Sir Henry Any
body.
hind him. "Hullo, Tite, is that you? What
the deuce are you doing here? What has
induced you to"
81 was born here" said Andrew. He
dropped his pince-nez and took Imply the
hand which the breezy youth offered.
"Well that's some excuse, certainly
Even a novelist, l suppose, must be born
somewhere"
Perhaps you will allow me- Rowlands
to ask what is your reason fcr coming tC
a place like this. 1t isn't footing Com
mon, and it isn't Chingford."
wish to goodness it were. The link.
partly for bit of quiet practice, and part.
ly for-well, that's about all. 1t does one
good to have change"
"What ] want just now" said Andrew
sis not so much change as lunch"
I'm see to that. sir said Mrs. Hostess
interposing. ''AJ the same table,"
"At the same table" said Rowlands
"Tite you will be my guest for this feed.
Andrew lite fixed his pince-nez carefully
on the bridge of his nose, and surveyed
the impulsve guest before him They
happened to be members of the same clui
in town. where they knew just enough OF
each other TO quarrel on political uues.
lions. Rowlands was a man so accustonl.
ed to score at golf that he kept up The
method in other games. and this brought
him in conflict with other masterful play.
ers
BE my guest ct lunch" repeated Row.
lands.
You're very good" said Andrew lite
81 will"
I'm quarter Of an hour, sir" said Mrs
Hostess, anXiously land not a moment
later"
"I1l see that he is punctual." said youns
Sir Henry RoWlands.
They strolled down the village together