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

| over and over again / have lOnged-ab-
solutely longed for the old quiet life in
this little country village, where life goes
| so leisurely. The 'sturm and drang' of
| London life
"A foreign expression, Miss Saxby," ex-
! planned the other
Begins to tell after while even on the
strongest brain. 1t is like the continual
| clank, clank of the machinery on an At
| lantic liner, that never stops, night or day,
| from port to port. One feels a certain
times that one is becoming USED to 1t, but
| as matter of fact, one never becomes
used to it. Its determined, relentless, in
sistent clank, clank. becomes a part of
| your existence, 1t is true, but it Is al
ways the ogre of your life; the demon
that by his presence makes you old, worn
! and fatigued before your time.
II always enjoy lectures" remarked
Rowlands when Andrew paused. but l
! think they ought to be accompanied by
pictures on a white screen, and piano.
SO that you have had no time to write, "
said Miss saxsby, anything but books?"
Absolutely no time"
AT any rate, we have not forgotten you.
| We have often talked about you when
ever we have seen your name in the pa
! pers."
Il am glad" said Andrew, ito think
that my memory has been preserved by
some means"
DO you really mean that?" she said,
brightly.
The challenge seemed to leave no way
| out.
Il mean" he said, softly, "a great deal
more than that"
She smoothed the white gown she was
wearing gently over her knee, and for a
moment she was thoughtful.
You can form no idea, though, Miss
Miss" began Rowlands.
My name is SaXby Sir Henry"
G 1nn
what a very important man Mr.. Tite is
/ in town. know one or two men at the
club who swear by him.
Il think I can guess. l know that when
] was in town last year he was 50 much
! engaged that we saw very little OF him. "
by the bye, Tite. are you really en-
| gaged?' There was a rumor to that eff
! feet"
IF public man." said Andrew. With
| some ascerbty, were to contradict all
| the incorrect reports that are sent around
| about him he would bring himself to IN
! early end by overwork. ! always argue
| that the private life of a public man las
! nothing to do with anybody but himself.
! Upon my word, though, nowadays, that
| seems to be impossible"
]. Shows how careful you chaps ought to
va" said Rowlands. "Of course. the re-
Rrt must be very annoying, too to Miss
| Vanbury."
/
| Saxby.
II particularly want you Florence" in
terposed Andrew, hastily, ito show me the
| garden round your lawn. l want to freshen
my recollection of it,"
II think I would like, if Miss Saxby will
excuse me-"
You will find the Times there, Sir Hen
ry. 1 shall not keep you long"
Il hope you will" he whispered.
| Miss Saxby handed the paDar IN Row
lands and Rowlands, instead of taking the
| paper, touched her hand, and the paper
dropped TO the floor. Andrew picked It up.
You are clumsy fellow" he said
Really it was very soothing and consol-
| ing. and altogether agreeable, to be once
more strolling round the small, square,
clean-shaven lawn with the slim girl in
white at his side. He picked some mignon-
cite, and she placed it with her old smile
in her blouse.
do you remember when I last did
that?" he asked.
| There are so few romances in ones life
that 1t is quite easy to remember every
! page"
What do you think of Rowlands?"
He seems a straightforward sort of
young man." she said, judicially, las far
as I can Judge"
He's not quite my sort" said Andrew,
| Dut ne got a certain manner with MIN
| that enables him to get on with people.
Only, Of course" he laughed, mo one
would claim that he was a man of intel
lect."
They stopped and looked through the
| open window into the room. Rowlands
had relinquishcd the Times and had taken
| up an Illustrated ladies' journal, and was
studying. with much interest portraits of
the current bridegroons.
II suppose il is natural that you should
say that, Andrew, of almost anybody Do
you stil live in chambers?"
yes, l shall live there until cease to
be a bachelor
She looked up. He put his arm under
hers and she turned to the window 'ner-
vously.
Florence. dear, I'm sorry that behav-
ed rather meanly to you. 1 ought not to
have dropped you without a word of ex-
| PLANTATION. If YOU think you can forgive
me, give me back one sprig of mignon-
cite"
She took a sprig from her blouse with
out any hesitation.
and we are good friends agaln?" he
asked, anXiously.
Excellent friends 1 hope" she sold
Il can't tell you how happy that reply
makes me. l came down here to-day with
the full intention of only just calling ana
seeing you. and now"
Andrew was on the point of stating the
truth He stopped himself just in time.
II say" called RoWlands from the or.n
window. II say. Win some one kindly
tell me how it is all bridegrooms frown ?''
1T is done" explained Miss Saxbv "to
hide their natural qualification. | wish
you would touch that gong, Sir Henry,
The maid shall bring tea"
If Florence Saxby had been delightful
in the garden, some superlative word Was
required to describe her as she presided
at the tiny tea table. The figure OF Mis-
| Nanbury "a gaunt lady of much cleverness
who wore convex glasses, forced itself
| upon Andrews mind. He could see ouite
| clearly now the mistake he had made.
''Wcnder whether it's too late to repair
| the blunder?" murmured Andrew. and
he took a second cup of tea
II think | liked your last novel hest -
| remarked Florence Saxby. Il fancy IL
shows greater insight into actual things
and there is a very pleasant strain of I'M
NOR Don't you think so, Sir Henry?''
Il can't say" confessed Rowlands. that
| I've read any of them very carefully Rut
| | daresay it is as you say, Miss Saxby.
Tite is a rare man for humor. He argues
that the leading characteristic of the hu-
collie mind is its want of that particular
| QualitV | tell him that he * ya tlo,. .,.,o,,