The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-10-22

THE back of madenoiseile's neck" ne
/ wenI on, white. innocent. eXquisite-one
| sees IT'S counterpart only in little child
or in the picture of an angelH'
| Merovinge came back from his own ten
| der recollections with some dissatisfaction.
| ''Iudeed?" he said, rather coldly, he had
not observed The back of MAIDEN oiselie's
| neck. but he was prepared TO take its
charms on trust. Meantime. FRANCOIS
| could have all the leave he found neces-
sary 10 fulfil the duty France required of
/ him.
The party from the fort that came
aboard the Loup-sarou for dejeuner in
| cluded Col. Lennard, his daughter and
| pink-faced young su5altern of marines.
Cordella was handed up the gangway by
the incompatible lieutenant. He paraded
her about the deck, he spoke to her Of
his hopes and his struggles, of his past,
Of his future, OF his ambitions. He was
plainly making rapid Roadway in the
girls heart judging from the absorbed at
tention with which she listened TO his rhap
sodies. She piled him with such apt and
| intelligent questions, she realized, with
fullness the affections alone can reach,
how great were the dangers he must face
Pin his career, the storms, the fevers and
, the climates
He perceived himself to be the envy OF
his comrades in arms and glowed with
racial exaltat!on of spirit, When Pat Cam
non came aboard later, smart, straight,
alert as usual, with many apologies for
the delay duty had forced upon him, Fran
co.'s received him with effusion This
kindly feeling was yet further increased
when he observed Cannon go up to Miss
Lennard and say a few words to which
the young lady gave a short answer and
promptly turned her back upon him.
You can fetch your adorer and his mon
key gang along any time Tomorrow" Pat
Cannon had said, ra Their sourly, 1t must
he admitted (sOr6e1fnf= behavior a
the dapper French lieutenant pleased him
little She was playing a part, perhaps
but it appeared to him that she entered
into the fun-if fun it was-with quite
uncalled for amount of zest and enjoyment
Cordelia only replied Very WELL" in her
coolest tones and took up the running with
! Francois Immediately
Now. Francois had had his own preDa-
ratiOns to make for the reception of his
fair guest. Early in the morning, after
shaving, he had occupied himself in his
cabin by taking down the photographs Of
the girls of yesterday, his former con-
quests, and hiding them in a book It was
not desirable that the present and the past
should meet. So Corale of the Opera Com
ique and handsome Marie Girrol of Mar
settles. the girl who lives beyond the mar
ket, were deposed.
Now, IL must be understood that Fran
| co.'s in the depth of his consciousness rec
ognlzed the fleeing character of his own
regard for the English girl, yet he de-
sired above all things on earth to leave
! upon her memory a tender recollection of
himself that should never be effaced In
/ the future he would dwell with a delicate
pleasure upon the knowledge that far
away, Cordelia Lennard still sighed for his
loss. still treasured his words and looks
In her heart Even when married to some
dull, coarse-gralned British husband she
would turn back through the years with
appreciation of the superb young lover of
long ago.
Filled with these praiseworthy inten-
lions, he futtered about her endeavoring
to deepen the impression he believed him
self to have already made. This wind had
blown the soft chestnut curls about her
brow, her ears, her neck, and she seemed
more than ever adorable. He took her be-
low to show her where her lieutenant liv-
ed. He fancied she would always picture
him there his hair wet with the spindrlft
of the stormy seas and other heroic con
comitants. She would make that cabin
| the home of her romance As a matter
of fact she didn't She merely thought it
stuffy, but was too civil land lnterested) to
say so.
BY an unfortunate mistake she put her
! hand upon book that lay upon the table
the book into which Francois had put
the yesterdays. yesterday fell out. 1t
was striking photograph of CoraIie of the
MY beloved mother" he said before
her marriage to the hero, my father"
which" said Cordelia innocently. She
had caught sight of more than one.
The others are my sisters he hasten
ed TO add.
You have a great many sisters" she
remarked with interest. ''EIow mauy?"
Now, Francois had no means of know
ing the exact number of yesterdays which
Miss Lennard's sweet blue eyes had seen,
so he left an easy margin and answered.
"FOurteen!'
Really? Fourteen? Do let ne sec
them
Spare me your eyes, your"
Where are you Cordeia. Times upr'
the colonels big voice rolled through the
open door from the mess-room.
You are coming ashore tomorrow"
| asked Cordelia umidly. We've could go
| over the fort. Your friends might like to
come also?"
Francois was transported with his luck
"Alas dear mademoiselfe," he replied,
with what JOY and dispatch would 1
| come! To see the fort naturally affords me
precisely the excuse I need to bring some
of my comrades with me, but that favor is
denied to us by your jealous country"
Cordelia stood for a second thoughtful
| SHOULD you realty care TO Gomez" she
asked demurely. at length
The ardor Of his reply left nothing to be
! desired.
Then I think I can manage it. NV fa-
Their always allows me to do as | like.
Why should we not go over the fort?" She
looked inquiringly at him.
But Capt. Cannon? What of him?''
Some instinct told Francois that Cannon's
red head held the acutest material avai,a-
BILE at fort Tcheu.
Cordelia opened her eyes with a certain
! dlgnified establishment
Had Francois belonged to any other race
he must have betrayed his real meaning.
by some useless denial AS it was he tried
20 touch the fingers that somehow eluded
MS, whi'e he replied with fine theatrical
| earnestness.
Il comprehend that, dear mademoiselle.
but were l M. lie Captaine Cannon. / should
use every artillce 10 keep other men from
worshlpping al the shrine of my own de-
| vOlion."
Cordela cosored
My father is calling me-" she answered
coldly.
Ia followed a. L.