The Savannah morning news., 1901-08-29

n rte Young man coming lelSufely TO-
n ,.ard il is gazing out at sea, and in his
y dreamy, appreciative eyes is something
of tbe speculation of the artist calcu-
,sting perspective and distance.
As he nears the arch he glances up
T.. note the time The two hands of the
clock are pointing directly overhead,
os though clasped in entreaty to the
vertical sun The young man follows
+be custom of the place and takes out
his watch to compare time. AS he does
so he notices the white square at his
feet
The address is up and boldly written
Robert Leighton, artist,
Ecole de TART,
Rue st. Hilaire,
Paris
With a quick movement he rescues
The envelope from its position.
ange-impossible!" he says, Won
deringly, and, oblivious of the people
who are passing him on the sidewalk,
he reads the superscription again and
again, his face growing more puzzled
and incredulous with each perusal.
1T is certainly meant for me" lie
saws. at last; but how in the name
of all that is inscrutable did it happen
10 be lying here? 1t was evidently on
its way to the postoffice, for it is not
postmarked; and it is just as evident
that the writer is somewhere in this in
teresting little town. wonder who it
can be? / did not know that had an
acquaintance in all New England, and
certainly not one who knew my Paris
address. was sympathizing with my
self as being a stranger in my own
land; and 10, and behold! here I am
publicly displayed on the sidewalk of
this enterprising resort, in less than
two hours after my arrival. Well, c'est
pour moi, so 1 will open it,
He stands aside and raises his hat
as two ladies pass. He does not know
them by name, but they were in the
same Pullman from Kingston, and one
of them had bowed in acknowledgment
of his services in raising a car window.
He waits until they have gone by and
then follows as far as the shadow of
the arch A small boy whirls around
the corner with an armful of newspa-
pers, and he buys one mechanically
and thrusts it into his pocket. When
the sidewalk is again clear he takes
out his penknife and opens the letter.
1t is brief, but does not go far to solve
the mystery:
"Narragansett Pier, July 1, 1901
Cousin Robert Leighton: Your uncle
directs in his will that all his paintings
and curios should be forwarded to you.
have written before. Please let me
know how to send. Cordially p.
Your Cousin Clara"
THE interest deepens," he thinks, as
he folds the letter and carefully places
it in an@inside, pocket YWhois Cousin
Clara? Which of my uncles is. It who
has made me custodian of his paint
ings? 1t cannot be Uncle Charles, for
he has boys of his own, and would
scarcely bequeath his treausres away
from them. Uncle VIII and Uncle Tom
are both sea captains, and would hardly
know painting from a chrome; and,
besides / saw them in Liverpool only
few weeks ago. I wonder If it can
be the old East Indian whom Aunt
Helen married? He never saw me, but
] was always a sort of favorite with
Aunt Helen. Perhaps she communicat-
ed some of her liking to him. But
where does Cousin Clara come in and
how did she get my address
1t is a hopeless muddle, he tells him
self with sudden irritation, and he Will
forget the whole matter. But he does
not. AS he crosses Exchange place he
bApAANCo Siidt ply at LliC ollACAOhS AeNNNS'
In the search he finds himself watch
ing the passing groups of ladies, Won
dering which one of them may be
Cousin Clara, and if she has missed
the letter. He has half a mind to return
10 the arch and keep watch.
Instead of standing apart, as is his
custom. he seeks the largest and most
laxative, group and skillfully absorbs
himself into it. He is a good converse
uonalist and a sympathetic listener,
and the coterie cordially accepts him
NOW and then fresh material is added
to the gossip, as new arrivals take the
places of those who fall away. He lis
tens attentively to the introductions
and tries to catch each name. At length
ne hears some one say Clara" and he
thlnks his quest is to be rewarded; but
10 his disgust the owner of the name is
dumpy little girl of ten, and he turns
away IN VeXation. OF course, he tells
hinself, impatiently, there are proba-
Oily hundred Claras in the place.
Inc heat has called out an unusually
large number of bathers, and the tents
scattered along the beach, and the
cnalrs in front of the bath houses are
an hlled with good-natured spectators
ne walks back and forth under the
awnings with curious interest. The
scene is enthusiastically American
ana he has been away from home long
enough to feel a keen zest in it's nov
city.
PRESENTLY young lady coming down
we plank walk drops her handkerchief
anu ne hands it to her with a slight
Do"' AS he does so he looks into the
same brown eyes that had thanked hin
'Idt morning in the Pullman.
When he returns to the hotel fol-
luHch' an hour later, he finds the same
Ses on the opposite side of the table
iu tL they are so pleasant to look into
uIat ne cannot forbear a second glance
Ti.I ~iiQ is rewarded with a look of recog-
ne mas never been much of a society
!ah' put time drags heavily after q
~" Gays, and he is glad when a new
e, Iudlhtance introduces Miss Stanton
anS nS Is very pretty and unusually bright
L.u Wen informed attributes which he
'oWs now to appreciate it. He begins
- !1ln ner in walks to the beach, and
w. me castle, and along the rocks. At
ts tlme he discovers that she also
AN an artist. and has had pictures ap.
proved by the critics. Sometimes she
sVtS his presence entirely, as she
6os out TO where the white glllls sal
he ana forth across the horizon. But
~ uoes not mind. He likes TO lie or
loo,. sdhd or rocks at her feet and tc
% .UoH INTO the unconscious brown eyes
@a iu people them with odd images and
,Cne day he finds a letter in his mai