The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-29
Our Daily Short Stories
A CHILD'S HOLIDAY.
BY JULIA TRUITT BISHOP.
Copyright 1901. by Authors. syndicate)

The Girl and the Man had parted at
,he station. the fast mail hurrying him
back to his office in the city. The Girl
was all in white, with a picture hat
| shading her pretty brown locks; and
she looked quite adorable as she pout-
cd and frowned after the receding
train.
We'll, anyhow, I'm glad he's gone!"
she said to herself, spitefully; and
then she turned and saw the Other
Man looking at her. She and VIII had
often laughed at the Other Mamie
was so tall and thin, and so dreadfully
IN earnest, none of which faults could
he laid at the door of Will. The Other
Man had been aware of their laughter;
and yet had watched the Girl from
afar, with, the heart-hunger which
falls to the lot of the Other Man, the
world over.
why, good morning. Mr.. Daven-
port" she said, sweetly, smiling at him
with quite unexpected warmth. Il
didn't know you ever came down to
meet this early train. How glad am
you are here. You'll walk back with
me. won't your"
Something in the spiritual part of
the Other Man thrilled and trembfed.
and his face paled. she had never
seemed to notice him before, except
with that amusement. Now she knew
of his existence. She was glad to see
him. He was at her side in moment,
trying to steady his dizzy faculties.
You came down to see Mr.. Gresham
OFF," he asked, confronting himself
with that fact, by way Of warning to
himself.
She lifted her shoulder the tiniesi
bit and pouted again like a spoiled
child.
"Oh, yes, and we have quarreied, y
she said. When Will takes one of his
notions, he is simply horrid. 1 shall
write to him not to come up next week
i am tired of being dictated to and
expostulated with about the simplest
things-and my wishes never consult
ed. One would think that / were a
child. the way Will talks to me. I'm
tired of il, and L told him so.''
\ The childishness of her was entranc-
4 ing. The Other Man looked down at the
flushed face with it's petulant pout, and
felt himself going.
4 4Ou-SOu dLC OCllOllCQ 10
a believe" he said, stumblingly.
"Oh, yes-that is, l have been,' she
said. recklessly, taking him into her
confidence with a bewitching upward
4 glance and downward fall of the lashes
But one gets tired of hearing the
same man say the same silly things
forever and ever, don't you think SOP
He could almost have laughed in
sudden delight.
ffYol5 don't Iowa bir1ofs he said f1Yrr1-
ing his burning eyes away from the
alluring little face.
oh, sometimes l do, really and
truly" she said. But to-day I'm an
CRY, and 1 never want to hear from
d him again. Men are so stupid-at least
some men-and couldn't be the prin
old woman he wants me to be, not If
tried a thousand years."
You don't love him. said the Othel
Il Man, helplessly. You are a child
H you don't know what love is
The Girl looked up into his face with
wide, childish eyes.
well, If I am a child she said, "a
Fl ought to have my holiday-don't you
81 think so?'
h They had traversed the short wall
E leading up to the summer hotel, anC
were on the steps. He had not an
II swered, because human speech has it:
limitations.
Just to think" she went on, half
Grossly; Il merely wanted him to stay
over this one day and go boating with
n me-and he wouldn't stay-when HI
3 could have done it so easily. You'll
H go with me, won't you, Mr.. Daven
port?"
Boating? Only boating? He woul,
have gone with her to the worlds end
Something in the tone of his answe
made her laugh when she was insid
the corridor but she ran away to he
room and made peace with the novel
reading lady who answered as chap
erone before critical world; and in
trice was in boating costume.
She has never loved him!" the Othe
Man was saying over and over to him
self. "She doesn't know what love is
And she may learnt"
They went down the bank, side b
side, and his pulses thrilled under tn
cool little hand that touched his
she stepped to her place.
Just to think" she said with a.
sggrieved air, settling herself anon
the cushions; 81 had this costume got
ten up on purpose-and told VIII aoou
it, too-and yet he wouldn't leave tina
musty old office a single day for this
Don't you think this is a pretty boat
ing rig, DR.. Davenport? l know 20
appreciate it, if he didn't"
He tried to look at it gravely, an
imagined he was saying in a very judi
i cial manner:
The dress is perfect. do not Sc
how 1t could be changed"
AS though a voice with that under
tone went with judicial gravity ana
proper discernment of dresses
Il His rowing was bad, but he did no
l think of IL. All that he thought OF wa
the innocent face opposite. He stud
led it gravely, and with that hunge
| gnawing at his heart. 1t had pee
more than a face in the crowd 10
him. all summer long; and now, 10
the first time. he had come near
| and dared to watch it openly
You are not trying to row! sh
| cried. with merry laugh. you ar
Il thinking of something else-nOw don
deny il. All, / hnow! You are THINK