The Savannah morning news., 1901-02-15

with a suggestion of hunger in his eyes,
he said good-by.
Six months later the two men met
again. Jones bore the appearance of one
to whom physical rest has been long I'M
known, but there was a sparkle in his
eyes that the other had never before seen
there and he carried his chin high, as
one who is satisfied with himself. He
greeted the other with something like
effusiveness, and the other wondered, and
said so frankly, whether he was in
the habit of assuming a new character
twice each year.
PLANTATION of the lightness of his heart.
Those people down there were more glad
to see me than 1 had expected. They ac-
tually showered me with blessngs-regu-
larry honest blessings, that entered into
my life and lifted me up. l shall never
look upon yellow fever with horror again.
1 don't know when l have enjoyed myself
as l have during the last six months.
There would be little to dread-little of
sorrow-in the world were 1t not for hui
man ignorance. Possibly it is better so.
Man would be a wild dangerous sort of
animal If his spirit We're not subdued with
occasional hot irons. The keenest delight
known to us is that which comes with
calamity unrealized4 Yes, yes, it is well
that we are ignorant"
You are philosopher, Jones.
Don't call an old friend Names" said
Jones gravely. zone day down there word
came from out in the country that "a fam
| ly-a whole family-was down with the
| fever. There was no one to give them
| care. The messenger, negro boy, asked
| if we could not send some one to them,
and it just happened that l was so sit
uated that / could go. II was too good
an opportunity to lose. j knew they
would be glad to see me. II was worth
the long ride under the broiling sun and
| through the choking dust to meet an
honest, heartfelt. fervent welcome from
some of ones fellow-creatures. lt-was-
observation-disclosures more"
He repeated the words slowly. moisten-
ing his lips the while, as one does when
the memory OF something pleasant lin
gers.
at was well that I got there when I
did. There were three in the family-a
man, a woman and daughter-a family
that had come from the North for the
sake of the mothers health. Their small
plantation was practically isolated, and
they had not feared the fever. They
were quite unprepared for it. 1t is not
necessary for me 20 tell you of the strug-
gle we had II Is sufficient to say that
they all lived. And one afternoon, when
they were conValescent and | was able
to remit the care, which until that time
had been constant l seated myself IA a
rocking chair, with the family photograph
album upon my lap / did not remain
seated long, for among the first portraits
in the book was that Of a glrI-a girl who
looked like one / had known--we had
known-at home rose to my feet ex-
citedly, and carried the book TO the wo-
man, pointing with a finger that shook
disgracefully TO the portrait
"'Who Is it?" / asked.
"My brothers daughter she said.
"'And her name is
Mary Brown
my legs went out from under me
then. and my head buzzed. l was tired
out. suppose ! collapsed into chair,
and the woman. IN her weakness not no
ticing, went on talking as some women do.
my maiden name was Brown she
said I haven't seen my brothers folks
for ten years or more, but we have never
ceased to correspond. Poor Mary was sick
a while ago The doctors called il gal
loplng consumption. But II wasn't II ~
had been she'd have died The doctors
don't always know begging your par
don. sir Twas something else. like "a
decline "a kind Of pining away that vas
3 mystery. Her mother thinks nov twas
| love Tor q young fellow-one of the har-