The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-03-01

her brow. Her little hands beat to-
gether like the fall of rain or dead
leaves and her body swayed before his
dizzied sight.
How the song was to linger in his
heart after it all was over? How he
was to hear its little notes of longing
in the pine trees after that.
"Coodal katima? Ma ma more!"
Her little languid hands, so pale
against the heavy background of her
shawl The sweet drone of her voice
over the minor melody, so full of long
ing, so full of mystery! She might have
been singing of passion and yearning,
of love coming at last, with moccasin-
ed feet, treading upon pine needles
"Quisi EXC cada toochee?
Ma ma more! Ma ma more!"
She was such a little, heaped-up, sad
eyed thing at his feet there so easily
lifted up and comfortedl So easily
folded to ones breast, with both ones
arms!
Mamie R! Mamie r."
He was kneeling before an empty
place-she was gone. And outside he
caught the echo. of a little hooking
laugh.
Shultz bought the mine. The assay
was remarkably good, and he didn't
even bond it. The deal was consum-
mated at the county seat. Malt Tevis
pocketed some five thousand or so,
coin of the realm and strolled down
the street toward the depot, and
Shultz mounted his mule and set out
for Forked Tail.
About a mile from town the mule
pricked up it's ears. ) An apparition
doomed in the trail before him. In
the gathering dusk it looked like a
bundle of gay-colored but dirty rags.
On nearer vision it proved to be
sqUaw
"Who-o-o you-u?" she challenged
him in the familiar high, sing-song
treble.
I'm Shultz," he answered abstract
eddy. Let me go by"
The old creature clutched at his
bride rein, and peered up into his face.
You know Mamie R? You know
him?"
q bought the Mamie R." he said
impatiently. Here's a quarter. Now
let me by"
She clutched the quarter, peered at
him again, and broke into a fit of
weird and frightful laughter.
''Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, no. no, no!
Mamie R. heap smart gran girl! Nam
ME r heap sold you!"
res ne dSIeGu. Mamie IL. nGdD
sold to me. And if you promise not to
use it for whisky, I'll give you a nickel
more. Now let me by!"
She let him go by. But down the
hill the sound of her uncanny merri-
ment followed him.
Mamie r. heap smart gran'girl!
Mamie R. heap sold you!"
The Forked Tail Hotel seemd quiet
empty, somehow. Romero met him and
rod erln 70 co0 h
ed why he should seem so lonesome.
Els room was ready, but Shultz lin
gered about Finally he asked for
Mamie r. The little man broke down
Haven't you heard yet? She's gone
-eloped"
''EloDed,"
with Tevis-gone to Mexico, 1 sup
pose. He has a gold mine there.
Though why they should elope I can't
make out. l never made no row.
though I did say that his mine here
wasn't much-never thought it would
bring the figure it did. Going to your
room now? Your mail is on the ia
BILE"
His mail was on the table, and half
an hour or so later Shultz examined
ii. Among the letters was a package
addressed in neat vertical script, and
postmarked Denver. Inside was n
HdHuSoile hSeISCuduln pipe, the twin
of his old companion in domestic rev.
cries. And tucked shyly in the case
with it was a message which would
mean a white tie some day at high
noon for Shultz. instead of the roll
ing collar of flannel shirt The Dem
Yer school ma'am had sent them both.
ShultZ filled the pipe slowly with
the weed he loved and leaned back
In his chair The smoke curled up in
tranquil clouds, and lowered about his
head. look OF blissful contentment
came upon his face.
shultz. the pipe-smoker had return
ed 10 his lost estate.
The pipe burned low and the smok-
er opened his vest. From the inner
pocket above his heart. he took the
small burnt stump OF cigarette.
Carefully upcurling the paper he sift-