The Savannah morning news., 1902-03-09

SltlOn we all WOulQ nave Deen IN, IL
the thing had gone through, and Ma
BILE Price had heard of it. She surely
would, too. AS it is. we're at Charlton
Garrard's mercy-if you've let it out
to him Mella, that this business has
anything to do with Nab. You'll have
to make him promise, or Wen all be
struck out of Queen Mab's visiting
list"
HE won't have any chance to tell
her" said the young man who had
wanted to make Charlton governor, Il
don't suppose she'll speak to- him."
"Why not?" Mella snapped angrily.
Don't you know Nab any better
than to think she's going to act like
a. schoolgirl? She'll talk to him just
like Jamie Sinclair or any of you all.
You don't suppose she cares do you?"
Look here, Mella," said Quinn,
NOW that this comedy of yours is
about through, I'm going to tell you
something. Johnny here can bear me
witness l told him week before last.
Don't you think perhaps we've all
got hold of the wrong end of it? My
own belief is, it was Nab gave Charl-
ton Garrard the mitten--years ago.
Just like her to say nothing to any
body about it-even you"
Mella looked at him quickly, as il
about to speak, then she seemed to
change her mind. She turned and
looked down the wagon road in silence
for a moment and said, with much
| quiet dignity, I'D rather not gossip
about that, if it's all the same to
you"
Quinn, making a queer grimace I'M
| der cover of the darkness, sat sup
| pressed. After which the few minutes
of waiting that yet remained were
| passed by all the posse in strained
| silence.
When they set out for Yellowbanks
| the prisoner alone was cheerful, and
| he seemed in even higher spirits than
| before. He swung Mella into the road
wagon, sprang in after her, and gave
| his last orders to Chapultepec with
| the joyous Vigor of a big schoolboy
| starting for a picnic.
What on earth has come over you
all?" he asked, as the Bluegrass team
| settled into their stride on the dirt
| road. Lucky we have little moon
| isn't it? These beauties are new and
| don't know the road a little bit Did
/ you have row with your deputies
while 1 was dressing ?"
Mella seemed to be shrinking as far
| back as possible into her corner, twist
| ing tight in her hands the perforated
| pillow slip. 81 can only speak for N.Y.
self, Mr.. Garrard," she said-and it
was a strangely meek voice for the
Mella Harrison that Yellowbanks
knew. Have you ever felt ashamed
of yourself?"
Charlton awakened the night echoes
of the country road and set neighbor-
hood dogs a-barking with one of his
salvos of laughter.
Why, bless you, mol They say my
impudence is my worst fault. But you
WON'T q HnI
la? | suppose l have as much right
to call you Mella as all these little
Kids Junior, haven't II" He got no
answer to this inquiry, so went on
without one, IF ] could only have felt
thoroughly ashamed of myself once or
twice in my life, there might be some
hope for me. Never mind, l believe
there is hope for me, anyway" He
stopped to laugh again and then, as
she remained silent, ran on, I'm SUI
perstitious, and / feel that my star
don't know which it isis in the as
cendant to-night-wherever the ascend
ant may be-the very night / wanted it
to be there. The first sign was when
/ happened to see your posse just as
they were riding into the yard the
second was when | got the drop on you
all; the third is. my being in this rig
with you, going lickity-clip to the Bar
Mr.. Garrard."
Eyes, Miss Harrison"
81 feel that l have shown myself to
you in bad light"
bad light! HIM. You surely could
have stood it good deal stronger:
still, when you consented to pull off
that old FELLOWSHIP, and the moon--you
remember what / said about the
chrysallis? / won't forget that effect
in nd in r
shall see you at the party, you know"
Don't jest. When you see me there,
will you promise not to let any one
know you have met me before? Nab
above all?"
Must l promise that?"
DO you very much want 10 see me
there?"
do /? What a question:
Then you must promise"
'And you'll give me two dances, no
matter who else is on your list? All
right, / promise"
mot 70 give the least little sign?"
Not the least little sign. L can act
a bit, you know"
She was silent for more than a mile
of the way after that, while Charlton
sang snatches of Wagner, talked to
his team, and pointed out reconcile
beauties of moonlight and shadow. At
last she said: MIR. Garrard"-and the
timidity of her tone would have as
tonished the Kids Junior.
Eyes. Miss Harrison"
TELL me what you thought-think
of all this affair"
Your expedition" Thinking of it
made him laugh again. ''Well,
should call it note"
"A what?''
"What they call note in art. A
thing that marks a picture so that it
all over-couldn't be found outside of
old Kentucky anyway"
provincial"
"M'mmn'n'no. That isn't the word.
I'm SLOUGH at finding words. You
see, you took such a lot for granted.
First, that / had fallen in love with, a
girl that had been sitting to me for
her portrait"
And you're not?"
BLESS you, mol Fan Garnett is the
incest kind of girl with swell pie
ture of a face. But an artist doesn't
fall in love with his model. How
could he paint her if he did? What
he wants is sweetheart, real. true
sweetheart" He spoke with feeling,
almost vehemence.
"Oi Does he?" Mella seemed a little
frightened.
"Eh-O, well, / mean-of course-if
he does" And his laugh seemed to be
in mockery of his own unguarded out
burst.