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

Thought I saw a girl" remarked Row
lands. Such things do grow in the coun-
try, I believe"
Pray be careful" begged Andrew. II
know the people there"
Really"
well, I'm hanged" said Rowlands. as
tonished.
At the Unicorn, such a lunch as the Uni
corn had never before dreamt of. Mrs
| Hostess, caring nothing at all for literary
lions had found herself sDurred to most
excellent performance by the presence of
a baronet. There was no menu. but Mrs
Hostess obligingly came in at the begin
ming of the lunch, and mentioned in the
! manner of dramatic lecturer. with re-
spect that was concentrated exclusively on
Rowlands, a few of the important feat
uTes.
Fried soles." said Mrs. Hostess. Fried
soles, Sir Henry; lamb and mint sauce,
game pie, Sir Henry roast fowl, blue
mango, Sir Henry, and cheese and salad.
And" Ohis as a kind of "bon voyage"
wish II hope itll be to your liking, Sir
| Henry; and of course you, sir as we'll"
Lunch, after several times threatening to
| come to an end, and not coming 10 am end,
| did come to an end, and the two men sat
out in the shade at the entrance of the
Unicorn, and lighted their cigars. The
| smoke went up to the nostrils of the ram
pant white Unicorn over the doorway
ana gave TO tnal rare animal an Increased
| appearance of being about to sneeZe Mrs
Hostess, red with encouraging nimble-
footed whte-aproned maids, went back
to her room, and famed herself with an
Advertiser.
"And, as I say" concluded Andrew Tite
there is something in the dull monotony
of country life which seems to destroy, for
| those who live in it, all sense of humor. -
Il see your argument" remarked Row
lands. Il daresay there's something in
it,"
There's a great deal" said Andrew.
you don't know anybody here, suppose,
Rowlands?'
| at an insect on a leaf of the creeper at the
doorway, and intoxicated it into somno-
| lence before he replied.
Nobody to speak of" he answered. "Of
| course you know every bodyT'
well, no. A good many folks have died
since 1 left
Because you left, perhaps"
Andrew lite did not smile. 1t is never
wise to encourage badinage directed
against oneself.
"Who is the doetor?" asked Rowlands,
casually.
"Dr. Parr." said Andrew He has a
niece who keeps house for him. That house
you were peering at just now in the viii
lage. Rather decent sort of girl, too. Some
pretensions to good looks"
That's gratifying" said Rowlands, with
some interest. "for all parties. And is Miss
Saxby old?"
How did you know her name was Sax
by?" asked Andrew. quickly.
MY dear fellow didn't you say SOP
She's young" said Andrew. Still
young"
''Tant m!eux."
| Il was a little irritating to Andrew. de-
spite the fact that he had relinquished all
claim TO be considered Florence Saxby' 9
fance for quite a year, to find young
Rowlands showing this interest in her. But
! Rowlands' next remark put him again at
his ease.
Il didn't tell you, perhaps, before lunch,
Tite, did 1? I'm going to be married next
month"
I'm am glad to hear it," said Andrew,
! with much heartiness. Very glad 10
! hear it, And look here, Rowlands. 1 m
going to call on this Miss Saxby this af-
ternoon. If you like I'll take you along
| and introduce you"
| 1t had suddenly occurred to him that
the meeting would be less awkward If a
| stranger were present.
| II shall be very glad said RoWlands.
| I'm ready now If you are"
There's no great hurry"
Lets go now and get 1t over"
So they went at once.
Dr. Parr was out Out, said the neat.
maid and wouldn't be back perhaps for
| hours upon hours. Miss SaXby2 Oh, yes,
she was in The neat maid, beamed in
| the direction of young Rowlands, who
stood discreetly at the back of Andre
| lite. Would they kindly step this way?
~ hope this is not an inconvenent time
to call, Florence?" said Andrew, as a
| slim, tall girl entered. 1.-THE fact"
I'm very pleased to see an old friend
at any time, Andrew"
This is Sir Henry Rowlands. Row
lands, this is Miss Saxby 1 found Row
lands at the Unicorn and l ventured to
bring him along"
Rowlands said gravely that he was very
glad and Miss Saxby, in her merry way
almost laughed with pleasure as she turn
ed to him. 1t was relief to the literary
lion to find that at any rate she was in no
maudlin mood.
/ Are you here for long, Sir Henry?'
she asked, smilingly.
I'm here for practice. 1 want to score
IL 1 can this year in more ways than
| one"
Il hope you will succeed"
I'm afraid Rowlands does not make
himself plain" interposed Andrew.
mo one can say that I'm pretty" said
| Rowlands.
what Rowlands means is" explained
! Andrew carefully, that he is here to
practise golf. and he also intends to be
married shortly"
Next month";" correlated Rowlands
$50 soon as that?" said Florence Sax
by, opening her eyes widely.
at seems to me a long time to wait"
said Rowlands.
And you are fond of cricket. Sir Hen
ry?"
NO no." corrected Andrew, mot crick-
ct. golf"
"Of course. How stupid OF me. Golf, I
mean"
II am fond of It," sald Rowiands. "but
just now il has the second place In my
| affections. The first is"
Andrew" exclaimed Miss Saxby. hast
| ily I am forgetting you. But that only
serves you right, because you had dis
tinctly forgotten us. If II hadn't been for
your books which we have found in Mu-
dies box and the little paragraphs about
| you in the papers"
Mr.. Andrew lite is not a Prussian, -
murmured Rowlands
Why I am afraid we should have
been disturbed about you"
1T has been rather a busy time" said
Andrew lite. Importantly I'VE literary
men have little opportunities for cultivat-
I ing the-what shall 1 say?"
The garden?' answered Rowlands
"No, no. no. Nothing like that For
cultivating the society of our old friends,