The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-02-01

I cherish no hard feelings, and 1 never
said but what you done exactly right
when left, three years ago. No, sir;
/ I'm not here in a professional way al
all, and ! don't want to be mOlested
I've connected myself with an oil COM
pany and I'm down here to look over
the ground. It beats poker and fan
tan hollow. though there amt as many
chances in favor of the dealer. and I'm
oil it's the farmer that gets the rake
off. I've come back but in an enter
prising spirit this time to open up a
new field and shed light and money in
Carlow. They told me never to show
! my face here again. but If you say
| stay, l guess I stay. | always was sure
/ there was oil in the county, and l
want to prove ii for everybody's ben
eft. Is it all right"
My dear fellow" laughed the young
| man. shaking the gamblers hand
again, 1t is all right. l have always
| been sorry l had to act against you.
! Everything is all right, Stay and bore
20 Corea if you like. Did ever you see
| such glorious weather."
TN let you in on some shares"
J Watts called after him as he turned
1 away He nodded in reply and was
| leaving the room when Cynthia de-
tanned him by a flourish of the fly
brush. Say" she said-she always
! GdIieu MIN odN on We lOIBOl your
! flower"
/ He came back, and thanked her
'Will you pin it on for me. Charmion o.
4 don't know what call you got to
! speak to me out of my name" she re-
! sponded, looking at the floor modify.
"Why?" he asked. surprised.
Il don't see why you want to make
! fun of me-"
Il beg your pardon, Cynthia" he
! said, gravely. 81 didn't mean to do
! that. I haven't been considerable.
! didn't think you'd be displeased. I'm
| very sorry. Won't you pin it on my
/ coat?"
Her face was lifted in grateful pleas
| ure, and she began to pin the rose to
! his @apel. Her hands were large and
| red and trembled. She dropped the
! flower. and, saying huskily, II don't
know as l could do it right" seized
| violently upon a pile of dishes and
J hurried from the room.
/ HAIRLESS rescued the rose, pinned It
on his coat himself, and, observing in
| ternally, for the hundredth time. that
| the red-haired waitress was the queer
| est creature in the village, set forth
| gaily upon his holiday.
When he reached the brick house on
| the pike he discovered a gentleman
! sunk in an easy and contemplative at
| tltude in a big chair behind the We
! randa railing. At the click of the gate
! the lounger rose and disclosed the stall
| Wart figure and brown smiling, hand
| some face of Mr.. Lige Willetts. an
| habitual devotee of Minnie Briscoe, and
the most eligible bachelor of Carlow.
The ladies will be down right off, -
! he said, greeting the editors finerv
! with a perceptible agitation and the
editor himself with a friendly shake
| Of the hand. mildly says to wait out
| here"
But Immediately there was a faint
rustling within the house: the swish
| or draperies on the stairs a delicious
| whispering when light fet descend tan
| ping, to hearts that beat an answer
! tie Geographic message, 1--WE come,
| we come! We are near! We are near
| Lige Willetts stared at HAIRLESS. He
| had never thought the latter good
| locking until he saw him step to the
door to take Miss Sherwood's hand and
say in strange, low, tense voice
Good morning" as if he were an
nouncing, at the least Every one in
| the world except us two died last
very happy"
| They walked. Minnie and Mr.. Will
| let's little distance in front of the
| others. Harkless could not have told
afterward, whether they rode. or walk
ed, or floated on an air-ship to the
court house. All he knew distinctly
was that a divinity in a pink shirt
| waist, and hat that was woven OF
sauzy cloud by mocking fairies to
make him stoop hideously to see un-
| der 1t, dwelt for the time on earth
and was at his side, dazzling him ir
the morning sunshine. Last night the
moon had lent her a silvery glamour,
she had something of the ethereal
whiteness of night-dews in that watery
light, nymph TO laugh from spark.
ling fountain at the moon, or. as he
thought. remembering her courtesy fol-
ms pretty. speech, perhaps a little LADY,
OF hlng Louis court. wandering dowr
the years from Fontainebleau and an.
pearing to clumsy mortals sometimes
OF June night when the moon was
in their heads
But to-day she was of the clearest
color, pretty girl, whose gray ewes
tWinkled to his in gay companionship
He marked how the sunshine was spur
into the fair shadows of her hair ant
seemed itself to catch a lustre. rathe,
than to impart it. and the light OF
the June day drifted through the
gauzy hat, touching her face with ?
delicate and tender flush that came
and went like the vibrating pink OF
early dawn. She had the divinest
straight nose, tip-tilted the faintest
most alluring trifle. and a dimple cleft
her chin, ''the deadliest maelstrom il
the world" He thrilled through anC
through. Vie had been only vaguely
conscious of the dimple in the night
1t was not until he saw her by day.
light that he really knew it was there
The village hummed with life before
them. They walked through shimme.
ring airs, sweeter to breathe than nee.
tar is to drink. She caught a butterfly
basking on jimson weed, and, be.
itfore she let it 60 held it out to him ir
her hand. 1t was white butterfly. He
asked which was the butterfly.
Bravo" she said, tossing the captive
craft above their heads and watching
the small sails catch the breeze. and
so you can make little batteries in the
morning, too. 1t is another courtesy
you should be having from me, if it
weren't for the dustiness of it. Wait till
We come tC the board walk"
She had some big, pink roses at her
waist. "In the meantime" he answer
ed. indicating these, Il know very well
F. a lad tina twould be blithe to accept a
pretty token of any lady's high es-
TEEN"
But you have one. already, very
beautiful one" She gave him a genial
up-and-down glance from head 20
foot, half-quizzical, but so quick he al
most missed it. And then he was glad
he had found the straw hat with the