The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-02-18


they say clever things for one another?
What sort of stories do they tell2 And
are they really inter-sarcastie? Had you
cards there to-day, at Mrs. Tudor Tenn
pietons?" he asked suddenly.
Il had Why?"
The first man called up 10 the driver,
and they wheeled about sharply.
What are you going to do" inquired
the other man in some alarm.
Why" said the first man. soothingly.
we are going TO dE3p in here, you and
/, and find out what they talk about"
The other man grumbed as they stepped
out, and laughed and followed Now they
were among the few men hidden that day
to Mrs. Tudor Temple ton's tea. There
should, therefore, argued the first man.
be ample opportunity TO find out what
they" talked about. In The doorway
they met smart black coats with vio,ets
pinned to them and fluffy boas and wrg-
Cling plumes. In the hah they met 9th
ers. And as they assembled the stairs to-
gether, although they had listened their
keenest, all they had heard and could re-
member were passing snatches like these:
Beautiful seats in the second row. mid
die aisle"
why. my dear, her hair used TO be as
dark as"
Such a stunning essay on the influence
of color upon"
what would you have thought he
meant by that"
The two men smiled into each others
eyes and charged INTO the drawing room.
The little tired hostess may or may not
have smiled when she saw them; having
been smiling for two consecutive hours
preceding, was hard for an unprecedented
onlooSer to say whether she renewed 1t
or not But her little thin, cordial voice
took on a new assortment of selected In
donations. How good 1t was of them to
have come!
The first man, I'm a minute was under
A. Bagdad curtain canopy with the oldish
young woman, who had begun to put her
hair low in her neck again in conse-
quence of the first adjective.
Doesn't the superfcialty of contact like
this at teas madden your she asked. The
man could see her soul in her eyes ready
to be swapped. He retained his own soul.
He said something to the effect that IT
was refreshing to be superficial.
''Refreshing?" uttered the oldish young
woman, intensely. "But what else is there
but superfciality In most of ones meet
ings?"
Poses" said the man. brutaly. "and
striving after snap shots at inner CON
seriousness. Do you come TO teas TO be
intense?" he asked.
Then the girl who was assisting stood
next him.
"Don't YOU love herr" she twittered to
the man. edo say you do. ! want to see
a man who really says he does. Though
I'm sure you don't in the least need to
saw n unique thing to be unique"
what is unique2" murmured the man.
at means delicious" said the girl who
was assisting, with ffankness. I'VE were
Just saying
So they had been saying something! The
man turned to listen in a flood of gem
uine relief.
- ~ h. IA oh
"do have something with a cherry in 1t
have actually been telling to thet last
dear. funny thing for hours. Aren't peo-
ple funny? But I'm glad they are. l love
them funny"
The man started a subject.
what do you think of people who
poser" he asked conscious that it was a
threadbare but still a subject
The girl at the punch bowl filed cup
and passed 1t to him daintily
IT think well of them If they pose well"
she said "Oh, and posing reminds me.
have been asked to sit for my picture
really. shall have to give up the gym
nasium to find the time for the sittings,
but I'm going to do II"
II am only surprised that you pretend
being asked is a novelty" said the man,
absently, feeling his way to another sub
ject did you say gymnasium he said.
yes" she said, "and we lunch down
town on the way home every day. Don't
you love to lunch downtown"
AS for the man, he vanished from the
punch-bowl table as IL he had melted.
Meanwhile the other man was doing his
hest. A blonde girl was before him, and
he was trying to hear what she was say
ing or IL indeed she were saying any
thing at all About every soft third word
was drowned in the buzz and babel of
everybody ese's words. 1t went like this:
az a AZ summer in Kennebunkport said
the blonde girl. Il was being sketched,
and"
"Glace is much better than Ice" came
from the right.
e. though even II the artist hadn't
been so civil about IL" from the
blonde girl.
box plated skirts having quite gone
by In Paris and only" from the left
he actually came in a frock coat
and Isabel sald'-- from the immediate
Don't you think so, tco?" asked the
blonde girl.
n beg your pardon" said the man
simply.
III knew you'd agree with me-" said the
blonde girl. "Id go for the sake OF the
voyage IL l had 10 come straight back
again"
Now, how did she get from the Maine
woods 10 sea-sckness?" asked the man.
etupldly, of himself. He only inclined his
head with the absorbed look that made
him a tete-a-tete idol.
II said the club had no right to put her
in as corresponding secretary ! knew she
would do something outrageous" came
from the left again; the group had chang
ed. he saw and the ponderous woman in
a great deal Of Jet was talking.
ct was She who made US vote for that