The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-19

than she would have contemplated suicide.
but Maud was always romantic. She was
always making the queerest friends-girls
with lovely voices and dreadful clothes.
ana things like that. Dear me- she used
TO make 1t terribly awkward for me when
had 10 explain 10 her that we couldn't
AFFORD TO know such people. IN never
forget how she used to look at me with her
Dig eyes and say, But why mamma? I
IKE them so much better than those stupid
Croesus girls? They bore me with their
TAX about money, money, money As If
It made any difference whether one was
bored or not by a millionaire.
Then there came that awkward Trevil-
ION affair. 1 let Maud go with her Aunt
Mary one summer to a quiet little noun
tam resort, and there she met Jack Ire
Wilton, who was painting or sketching or
doing some of those things that are SO
dreadfully taking to young girls. OF
course, he didn't have a cent to bless him
SELF with. Fascinators never do. Mary is
a dear old donkey of a woman who never
sees thing until somebody knocks 1t into
her head. and so she let the DAYS and
weeks slip by and Maud and young Ire
Wilton were tramplng the mountain roads
together, and sitting in the twilight and
planning life together that was to be
one long dream of romance in which he
was to paint pictures that would make
spiration, and all the rest of the utterly
impossible and absurd things that young
people imagine when they are in love for
the first time.
We'll, it was just by chance that
heard of it; and l left on the next train
to bring Maud home. 1 couldn't let her
throw herself away like that, you know.
out-weH, had always known that Maud
was pretty but never saw anything like
her face that day when I first arrived.
There was glow on 1t, a light, ten
derness, a radiance that might have been
straight from the throne of God aud that
just TRANSPORTED 1t. And Jack Trevillioni
Gracious heaven, why couldn't he have
had some money! 1 didn't blame Maud
for loving him, but, OF course the whole
thing was utterly absurd and impossible,
and had 10 tell them So 1 explained to
him that to marry Maud would be ruin
to him as we'll as her. I reminded him
of the number of promising young men
we knew who had blighted their careers
by marrying poor girls. A man can never
rise and do good work if every energy of
his body and mind has to be spent on
keeping the pot boiling. I showed him
plainly enough that it was all for his good
but he didn't appreciate it or thank me
for it. My experience is that people never
do, when you tell them what they don't
want to hear. Well, any way, he gave
me the nastiest quarter of an hour 1 ever
had, and told me that l had broken his
heart and wrecked his life and all the
rest of 1t, and Maud chung to him and
cried, and I really felt quite like an ogre,
although, of course, 1 knew 1 was doing
it all for the best.
"Ah, well, that's all over these two
years ago. Trevillion died that winter,
and tonight Maud was married to the
catch of the season. OF course, Earring
ton is twice as old as she is, and doesn't
seem to be interested in anything but
his business, but what of that? She'll
have the finest establishment and car.
riages in town. What contrast between
that and if I had let her alone and let
her marry Jack Trevillion! She'd have
been lucky then to have had a shabby
cottage on a back street and money 10
have paid her car fare. She ought to be
grateful enough to me for saving her from
her folly, I'm sure.
But is she? Tonight when she was
leaving she chung weeping to her father,
and he patted her on the head and called
her flis poor, little girl with a tone in
his voice that was dixie Sob Such non
sense, but he always upheld her in all
her romantic notions. You are a very
fortunate girl Maud I said, and then
she turned and gave me such a queer
look. l am not imaginative No, really
l have never even been accused of it In
all me- DuI DIS MAUI LOOKED at me IL
seemed to me that 1 was in a valley, and
it was young April with all the world
abloom, and everywhere was the per-
fume of flowers and the music of sing
ing birds. Suddenly. some one came who
ruthlessly and unptilyingly trampled
every flower under foot and throttled
every singing bird. The sun still shone,
and the place was still bright and beau
tiful but somehow 1 knew that never
again would there be any perfume or
music there again, and that the desola>
ton of death itself had fallen on the spot
OF course, that was only fancy, for all
that Maud said was Yes, mother, 1 am
very fortunate. / shall have fine house,
and diamonds, and an opera box. Surely
no womans heart could ask for anything
else Certainly not replied and then
she was gone. OF course, l am right.
Why, I have planned, and worked and
shaved for years for. this. and yet-and YET
Il wish that Maud hadn't looked at me
like that"
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