Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-05-04

NHE rushing water brought down
the coffee berries from the hills.
and the ever-turning wheels crushed
and tore away their red husSs, throw
ing their acrid clean scent out into the
air.
a man and woman looked on listless-
ly, for they had seen it all so YEARLY
often before.
They had got into the habit of stroll
ing about together, these two, and of
talking of all things under the sun
but especially of her husband.
She was the manager S wife and not
at all in love with the big-nosed young
fellow beside her. But the manager
was u bully, and rough with women,
and-there were other troubles.
At first the compassion in young Keep
ler's eyes had stang and shamed her.
Then he fell i'll, and she had tended him
-soft-handed and low-voiced, though
her husband ragged or whimpered--
and being so often near him it became
Il sort of comfort to feel that the ach-
ing silence between them was electric
with his pity and Indignation, and with
something else, that pulsed like n third
presence.
So she called the something SYM
pathy-and the silence broke into
whispers. And the woman's lot seemed
harder when the man painted it before
her tired eyes.
He never asked himself what he
meant or planned. He just lived on
from day to day in n dull rage with
fate, and the manager. and the utter
hopelessness of it all. He didn't want
to love the brute's wife; and yet. and
yet--life wasn't worth a cent without
her-especially on q coffee plantation
at the back of the Molulikos.
Kepler had lost his money in Java,
and gagged the worth OF his friends
So he had taken himself in hand, and
determined that work was the ordef
of the day; and at first he had set to
with Il will, and written letters home
to his mother, which she called IAN
swers to prayers"
But the poor old lady would have
lifted up trembling hands again, had
she seen her boy standing by the crush
ing machine, with his hungry, misera-
BILE eyes fixed ON his chiefs wife.
at can't go on he aaid-"it can't!
This new insult is too dreadful"
She looked round ncvousIy. RE
member the coolies" she whispered.
"Ah! they Observation-Disclosures
the machine is making an internal
noise" Still her rebuke had shamed
him, and he glanced at her guiltily.
She had adopted the native sarong
and cabaja; her fair hair was tied
loosely with a ribbon-her bare feet
twinkled in her little gaudy slippers.
She prodded at the red Shiny pulp aim
lessly with her paper parasol She real
IL wished that he would go on talking.
"Oh! do let us get into the shade." he
groaned ut last.
She turned quickly, and they disap-
reared behind the glistening bushes
The coolies looked at each other and
griAned. ,
"Wbat's the good of it all?" he de-
manded, impetuously, when they were
alone.
81 wish you wouldn't keep on asking
riddles," she retorted.
"Eva!"
ITO had never called her by her name
before. lie had not meant to do SO
now. :,
"yvell do talk scnsibly" she pouted
witha petulant movement of her shoul-
,1ors Then her voice changed sudden
w az mn in awful trouble" she fal'
tered. ,s,.
AZ she stood under the shadow of the
trees with her dropping red flowers ht
thought she had never looked so beau
tiful. 49,,
What is it now?" he aaked' under
his breath. -, ..
money; and it means ruin ..
"Moneyl--with this harvest? :.
eyes. the books are all wrong!'
r,on MS she looked away, he saw
49, her neck flushed darkly-"yot
know his temptations" she added ;,
.syes YES, / know! wish ! coult
strange them" be replied savagely