The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-29

ing of the girl you love. Now be good
and tell me all about her"
Il was not thinking of anyone
else" he stammered, taken by sur
prise.
%Ah. but I know you were." she
protested, gayly; and then added,
pensively: How sweet it must be
for some girl to know that you-that
some one is thinking of her all the
timel L know VIII never gives me a
thought from one week to the next. )"
The Other Man laid down the oars
and let the boat drift.
He is not worthy of YOU" he said,
brusquely. mo man is. You are
such a child hardly know how to
talk to you-but you are not in love
yet. One must see that. You are
only playing at being in love. Wait
a little-wait-and don't fall in love
till-till the hour and the man ar
rive"
He said it with such intensity that
the girl was almost frightened. 1t
was necessary to turn his thoughts
and specific other things; so she
sang to him. a gay little rollicking
song: and was as elusive as a hum
ming bird all that long, bright, sunny
morning.
Il have enjoyed the row so much, -
SilS ccilQs dS SHE lCll llAC OOdtf bOA A4uiek
on his for one brief moment. 1T ives
so good of you to give up your morn
ing to poor little stupid unexpectedly
when VIII himself wouldn't, and IL
was his place to do it when I asked
him. You have been so kind! And
now 1 am going to leave you to your
self-and ! shall take a book down
under the trees"
The row had brought a pretty flush
into the roseleaf skin, and in the midst
of the flush a dimple appeared and
fed.
Prudence went to the winds.
May 1 bring my book there also?"
he asked, and she laughed and nodded,
with a little puzzled lifting of the
eyebrows. as though wondering why.
A little later they were seated under
the largest of the trees, both bookless.
He blushed as she noted his empty
! hands, and smiled up at him archly.
Somehow I am not in tone for
books this morning" he said. There
are better things in the world than
books
"Oh, you mean friends" she said,
with that charming turn of the head
sidewise, like a. small and imperti-
nent bird. You don't know how glad
1 am that we have grown to be friends
"a poor little frivolous thing like me.
And don't know thing in the world
about books-and you'll help me to
read and understand them, won't you
I have heard all about you being SC
learned"
+ Her eyes were blue, and the lashes
were very long and brown. They
gave the eyes an unmistakable look of
having a soul behind them.
If l may-if you viii allow me
nothing in the world would give me
so much pleasure" he said, simply.
| When they walked back up the slope
there was an uprightness in his bear
| ing and a fire in his eyes which were
quite new. The proprietor of the hote
| remarked it, and took occasion to point
out to other guests the fact thai
| Davenport, that writer chap, looked
like different man since he had come
up into the hills.
I They rode and drove and walked to-
! gether the whole week long; and the
Other Man came up out of the level
| lands into the mountains, where there
was breadth of vision and clear air
and a desire to live. No one knows
how these things come about; how il
| is the girl with the babyish speech
and the birdlike turns of the head who
can lay strong men PROSTATE at her
feet, not knowing they are there. But
so it has been from the beginning OF
the world. No doubt there were mai
dens before Menes and Seti who
. smiled childishly up at the half-naked
warriors that were breaking their
hearts about them-intending to marry
/ other and quite different men after
awhile.
Saturday evening he missed her, in
some way, and hearing that she had
walked down to the station, hurried
after her. The train had come in, and
half the population of the hotel were
there, meeting husbands and brothers
and sweethearts. who had worked theiI
| dull week out in the city. Away at the
| further end of the station he came up
on them-the Girl and the Man. She
was holding his arm joyously, and g
box of bonbons was in the other hand
"Oh, Mr.. Davenport" she cried, in
the sweet, childish way he knew sc
we'll; here's WILL and we've made up
| Wasn't It absurd, quareling with hin
about a little thing like that? Have
some of those chocolates, Mr. Daven.
port-do, now-they're just lovely!"
The Man laughed down at her plac.
idly and led her away. He was very
we'll acquainted with the Girl.
What have you been doing to tina
fellow?' he asked, as they went. "Flirt'
ing with him, and breaking his hear
| Id swear.
Nothing of the kind" she retorted
and then, breaking into a peal of mirth
"Oh, well, he knew you and were en-
gaged-and if he wanted to make f;
| goose of himself"
The Other Man put out his hand ant
felt for a seat, and sank down there
He was there a long time-till the col
ored porter came with broom and dus
4 ter and spoke to him civilly.
You amt lookin' so mighty we'll
Mas Davenport" he said. Anything
| kin git for you?-glass o. water, o.
anything?"
mo, thank you, Ben" said the Othei
Man, YEARLY, Strengthening himsel
up; and he walked out into the sun
set. Up at the hotel somebody wal
singing, and he leaned on the railing ;
little while and listened TO the care
free voice Of the Girl.