Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-12-07

with polite interest, | hope; how |
longed to stick my crewel needle into
him).
Els" (the Boys mind had wan
dered).
ITO learn her all round?"
mot very long. OF course, IL de-
pends-"
The man who had been staring at
the ceiling began to hunt savagely
through six months old magazine.
(Ting - ting ting-ting-ting-
ting.)
l wish he would go-the Boy l
mean; o! wished. Could one be dip
lomatic?
81 wonder" said, II wonder could
You post letter for me?"
"With the greatest pleasure" said
the Boy. "For the country?"
"Yes, for the country"
20! my evil star!)
10! that's all right" he said. ~
need not run with it," Then, in an
explanatory tone: "You see the next
post out is tomorrow morning. Any
time till ten will do"
My heart sank. The Man who had
looked up hopefully turned to the
frontispiece once more.
If he would-would absorb the con-
versation, there might still be
chance. Yet, II the Boy found him
self too well entertained he might
stay forever. But the Man was by
this time in such state of nervous
irritability es to be incapable of con-
versation.
His very boots expressed his desire
to summarily eject the Boy. How
wished he would!
'Our friend is suffering already
from home Sickness" said that
wretched superhuity,
laughed the tears into mine eyes,
and pricked myself badly.
"Have you seen that sketch?" said
the Man at length, handing me the
paper. Something on tie page, writ
ten in pencil, interested me consid-
erably.
"What is that?" asked the Boy, con-
descendingly.
"Harper's," said the Man.
Have they changed the cover,
then?" he inquired; ut will get mixed
with Parsons"
ut is Pearson's," said the Man; II
made a mistake. What do you think
of it?" he turned to me.
at seems bit startling" said the
Boy.
1 looked up and my eyes met the
Mans.
Have you pencil?'' asked, courn-
geously. II should like to mark this"
l wrote tiny note in the margin;
only one word, in fact.
81 always annotate books" ap-
proved the Boy.
The Man took the magazine and
looked at the page; he looked happier
than he had done since his entrance.
"Thank you," he said, so fervently
that he aroused the Boys curiosity.
"May look?" he asked. "Unless II
is poetry"
ut is poetry" said the Man. "The
incest verse / have ever SEEN"
He looked regretfully at the clocl;
and at the Boy and me. 81 am afraid
l must"
Must your said the Boy, cheer
fully; "that's the best of living on the
spot; we need never hurry away"
'Have you oiled your door lock?'
asked the Man. at was very stir
when last tried It,"
put down my work. II must see
what can do" l said; felt happy
enough to laugh. If the Boy would
only stay on the sofa he might come
again and stay ten urs.
He jumped up. "I'll help him to
lever the door OPEN" he said. I'll
wants stronger hands than yours;
can post that letter besides"
at is on the hall table," told him
80, that's all right. / can get il
when I go out" he said. "Good-by."
He politely waited till his senior
| nad nad DIS inning.
It'll return them" said the Man.
81 thought you did not know if you
were returning" said the Boy.
~ have made up my mind" he re
piled. "Good-by."
They were in the hall. The door
opened again and there was the Man
II had to-" he said breathlessly
after the first two seconds. "Con
found that fellow. Don mind, dear
they are to last me long time"
"Mind!"
"Look here, you'll lose that train
said the Boy, opening the door.
The Man had managed to get goot
deal out of four seconds, but all TIT
same he swore, and it is odd how /
relieved my feelings.
When their steps sounded down thu
path ! went to the window ana raised
it; as they passed the Man tried L
look round the Boy, who was be
tween us, but lodged him unsuccess
fully. watched them growing small
err and smaller with the lamps unit
they were out of sight then / tor,
out the page Of magazine, and, car
rying it upstairs, locked 1t in tn,
trinket box, where 1t IS still.
The Boy was nice boy, and coult
not find it possible to hate him, ever
though he spoiled the Evening OF IN!
life.
/ think OF it now that he is stou
and fatherly, and in my heart Il
amusement, evaporation, and some
thing far mere bitter.
Because the Man neyeN anne back.
Rock fever killed him.-Black ant
White.
No Time for Dny-Drenms.
; The persistent man never stops Il
, consider whether he is succeeding o.
mot The only question with him ii