The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1902-03-23

cratic chum in the House-an old fire
eating Bourbon, but capital fellow"
"Did you ever see him?''
mo. but I've had good times with his
father. He used to own a hundred
slaves. He's a royal fellow, and pretty
we'll fixed in life for Southern politi-
clan. l don't think, though, l ever saw
his boy. Anything really serious?'
"He hasn't said a word-but he's COM
ing to see me next week"
We'll things are moving, must say."
AS they entered the gate of the home.
they met young Harris coming out with
some books under his arm. He bowed
gracefully to them and passed on.
oh! papa, l had forgotten all about
your fad for that young negro!"
well, what of it. dear?"
you love me very much, don't yOu?"
she asked tenderly. I'm going to ask
you to be Inconsistent for my sake"
That's easy. I'm often that for no
bodys sake Consistency is only the
terror of weak minds
I'm going to ask you to keep that
young negro out of the house when my
Southern friends are here. After my
sweetheart comes l expect Sallie and
them to meet him here in our library,
and especially in our dining room, for
anything on earth!"
Certainly, my darling, you don't need
to coax me. The Lowells, l suspect,
know by this time what is due to a guest.
When your guests come, our homo and
our time are theirs. If eating meat Of
tends. we will live on herbs. I'll send
oe4 H. n.
trict and keep him at work there until
the end of the campaign.
Sallie determined to keep the secret
of her sorrow in her own heart. On the
ocean voyage she had cried the whole
first day, and then kissed her lovers pic
ture, put it down in the bottom of her
trunk, brushed the tears from her eyes
ands determined the world should not look
on her suffering.
She had written Helen of her Iover'a'
declaration, and of her happiness. She
would find a good excuse for her occaa-
ional sorrowful face in their separation.
She knew he would write to her, for he
had said so, and she had Slipped the
address into his hand as he had left the
car that night
AT first she was puzzled to think what
she could do about answering these let
tors so Helen would not suspect her
trouble. Then she hit on the plan OF
writing to him every day, posting the
letters herself and placing them in her
own trunk instead of the post-box
He will read them some day They
will relieve my heart she sadly told
herself.
Helen met her on the pier with a cry
of girlish joy, and the first word she ut
tered was:
"Oh Sallie, he loves me! He's been
here two weeks, and he's just gone home.
l have been in heaven. We are en-
gagged And I've a big letter at home
for you already. It's postmarked Ham
bright 1t came this morning l know
you will feast on it. If Bob don't write
me faithfully I'll make him come here
and live in Boston"
When Sallie got this letter, she sat
down in her room. and read and re-read
It's passionate words. There was a tone
OF bitterness and wounded pride in it.
She struggled bravely to keep the tears
back. Then the tone of the letter
changed to tenderness and faith. and in
finite love that struggled in vain for ut
terance.
She kissed the name and sighed Now
l must go down and chat and smile with
Helen. She s so silly about her own love
II talk about Bob she'll forget | live"