Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-09-04

ENlQenLiy lney nave never HtdIu VI Jul
uplifting Yankee motto, Time is money
And such knightly Difference! such
charming old-fashloned chivalrous waysr'
"But. dear. isn't that little out OF
date?"
"How staid and proper and busy Boston
seemsl know 1 am going 10 be de-
pressed by it."
II know what's the matter with your
he whistled.
'rwhat?" she shyly asked.
zone Of those boys"
81 confess. Papa, he's as handsome as
prince"
''vhat does he look like?''
"He is tall. dark, with black hair. black
eyes. slender. graceful, all fire and en-
ergy."
whats hts manner"
est. Clare-Robert St. Clare His father
was away from home. He's politician.
think"
the jokes! His father is my Democratic
chum in the house--an old flrereating
Bourbon. but capital fellow"
ibid you ever see himT'
''No, but I've had good times with his
father. He used to own hundred slaves
He's royal fellow, and pretty well fixed
in life for a southern politician. l don't
think, though, 1 ever saw his boy. Any
thing really serious?"
"He hasn't said O word-but he's coming
TO see me next week"
well, things are moving. must say!'
Eyes. l pretended l must consult you,
before telling him he could come didn't
want to seem too anxious. I'm half afraid
to let him wander about Boston much
there are too many girls here
Her father laughed proudly and looked
at her. st hope you will find him all your
heart most desires, and my congratula-
tions on your first lover
will "a mn agt f0O-' she answered
seriously.
"Ah! you're too young and pretty to say
that!'
st mean IT," she said earnestly, with
smile trembling on her lips.
Her father was silent and pressed her
hand for an answer. 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. I had forgotten all about
your fad for that young negro!"
"Well, what Of ii. dear?"
''You love me very much, don't your
she asked tenderly. I'm going to ask you
to be inconsistent, for my sake"
That's easy. I'm often that for no
body's sake. Consistency Is only the ter
TOR Of weak minds"
I'm going to ask you to keep that
young negro out of the house when my
1
sweetheart comes expect Sallie and her
mother. 1 wouldn't have either of them
to meet him here in our library and espe-
cially in our dining room for anything
on earth!'
"well. you have Joined the rebels.
haven't your
you know 1 never did like negroes any
way" she continued. "They always gave
me the horrors. Young Harris is a schol-
arly gentleman, / know. He Is good look
ing, talented, and I've played his music
for him sometimes to please you, but
can't get over that little kink in his hair,
his big nostrils and full lips, and when he
looks at me, II makes my flesh creep"
Certainly, my darling, you don't need
to coax me. The LoWells, suspect, know
by this time what is due to guest. When
your guests come, our home and our time
are theirs. II eating meat offends, we
will live on herbs. I'll send Harris down
to the other side Of the district and keep
him at work there until the end of the
campaign. My slightest wish is law for
him."
You see, papa" she went on, ''they
never could understand that negro's easy
ways around our house, and know If he
were to SIT down at our table with them
they would walk out of the dining room
with an excuse Of illness and go home on
the first train"
"And yet" returned her father. lifting
her from the carriage. their homes were
full of negroes, were they not?''
Eyes, but they know their place. I've
seen those beautiful southern children
kiss their old black nanny 1t made
me shudder, until discovered they did 1t
| Just as kiss Fido."
"And this a daughter of Boston, the
home Of Garrison and Sumner he ex-
claimed.
1--WE heard that Boston mobbed Gar
-. H. o.1,o
Eyes, and 1 doubt II we have canonized
| Sumner yet. All right. If you say so,
I'll order a steam calliope stationed at the
gate and hire a man to play Dixie for
youl"
She laughed and ran up the steps.
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 IL down In the bottom Of her
| trunk, brushed the tears away and deter
mined the world should not look on her
suffering.
She had written Helen Of her lovers
| declaration, and of her happiness She
| would find a good excuse for her sorrow
| full 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 left the car that night.
At first she was puzzled to think what
she could do about answering these letters
| 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 her
| self
Helen met her on the pier with a cry of
| girlish Joy, and the first word she uttered
was:
"Ohi Sallie Bob loves me! He's been
here two weeks, and he's just gone home.
l have been in heaven. We are engag-
/ ed!'
Then I'll kiss you again, Helen!'-She
/ gave her another kiss.
"And I've a big letter at home for you
/ already! It's postmarlked 'Hambright.' 1t
came this morning, / know you will feast
| on Il. 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 its pas
/ sionate words. There was a tone of Bit
| terness 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 infinite love that
| struggled in vain for utterance.
She kissed the name and sighed. Now
/ must go down and chat and smile with
Helen. She's so silly about her own love,
II talk about Bob she will forget live"