The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-05

| to expect the latter, or VINO were pale
with the apprehension of collision, or
who made visible their anxiety to
breathe through the nose and look
| pleased at the same time, these two
floated and smiled easily upon life.
| Three or four sleeps steNS made the
portly and cigarette-smOking Meredith
pant like an old man. but dance was
a cooling draught to him. AS for the
little Marquise-when she danced, she
danced away with all those luckless
hearts that were not hers already. The
orchestra launched the jubilant meas
ures of the deuX-temps with a torrent
of vivacity, and the girls rhythmic
flight answered like sail taking the
breeze.
There was one heart she had long
since won which answered her every
movement. Flushed rapturous, eyes
sparkling, cheeks aglow, the small
head weaving through the thrOng like
a golden shuttle-ah. did she know how
adorable she wasl Was Tom right; is
it the attainable unattainable to one
| man and given to some other that
leaves d deeper mark upon him than
success? At all events the unattaina-
| BILE was now like a hot sting in the
heart but yet sting more precious
than a balm. The voice of Brainard
Macauley broke in:
"A white brow and a long lash,
that laughs and breaks and ripples in
the middle of word, girl you could
put in your hat, Mr.. Harkless-and
there you have a strong man prone!
But / congratulate you on the man
ner your subordinates operate the
Herald during your absence. l I'M
derstand you are making it a daily"
Macauley was staring at him quiz
zically, and HAIRLESS, puzzled, but
without resentment of the others
whimsey, could only decide that the
editor of the Rouen Journal was an
exceedingly odd young man. All at
once he found Meredith and the girl
herself beside him; they had stopped
before the dance was finished. He
had the impulse to guard himself from
new blows as a boy throws up his ell
bow to ward a buffet, and, although he
could not ward with his elbow, for his
heart was on his sleeve-where he be-
gan to believe that Macauley had seen
1.-THE remembered that he could smile
with as much intentional mechanism as
l'any WORKOUT rounder of afternoons.
He stepped aside for her, and she saw
what she had known but had not seen
before, for the thickness of the crowd
and this was that he limped and lean
ed upon his stick
do let me thank you" he said, with
| a louder echo of her manner of greet
such a pleasure to watch you dance.
\ 1t is really charming to meet you here.
| If l return to Plattville l shall surely
remember to tell Miss Brscoe."
At this she surprised him with a sud
) den, clear look in the eyes, so reproach-
| full, so deep, so sad that he started
| She took her flowers from Macauley
who had the air of understanding the
| significance of such ceremonies very
well, and saying, "Shan't we all go
out on the terrace?" placed her arm
in Harkless', and conducted him land
not the others) to the most secluded
corner of the terrace, nook illumined
by one Japenese lantern; to which spot
it was his belief that he led her. She
sank into a chair with the look of the
girl who had stood by the blue tent
pole. He could only stare at her,
amazed by her abrupt change to this
dazzling, if reproachful, Kindness con-
| fused by his good fortune.
IF you go back to Plattville!" she
said in low voice. What do you
mean?"
Il don't know. I've been dull late
ly, and I thought 1 might go some
where else" Caught in a witchery no.
lack of possession could dispel, and
which the prospect of loss made only
stronger while it lasted, he took little
| thought of what he said; little thought
to be with her again.
| Somewhere else? Where?"
Anywhere"
Have you no sense of responsibility?
| What is to become of your paper?"
1.-THE 'Herald?' Oh, it will potter
along, 1 think
But what has become of it in your
rated very much?"
mo- he said; its better than it
ever was before
What" she cried, with little gasp.
You're 50 astounded at my modes
tyr"
But please tell me what you mean"
she said. quickly What happened to
/ it?"
isn't the Herald rather a dull sub
ject? I'll tell you how we'll Judge Bris-
| coe looked when he came to see me;
or. rather, tell me of your summer in
the north"
No" she answered, earnestly.
! Don't you remember my telling you
! that I am interested in newspaper
work?"
81 have even heard so from others"
he said. with an instant of dryness
please tell me about the HERALD "
1T is very simple. Your friend, Mr..
Fisbee found a substitute, a relative
six feet high with his coat off, a trac-
mail for speed. He writes me letters
! on typewriter suffering from an i'm
pediment in it's speech; and in brief,
he is an ipterprising idiot with a mania
for work. baskets"
Her face was in the shadow.
You say the-idiot-is enterprisiug?"
she inquired.
Far more enterprising.sand far less
idiot than l. They are looking for oil
down there, and when he came he knew
less about oil than a kindergarten
babe, and spoke of boring for kero-
sene' in his first letter to me; but he
knows it all now, and writes long and
convincing geological arguments. If a
well comes in, he is prepared to get
out an extra! Perhaps you may I'M
derstand what that means in Platt-
vile, with the 'Herald's' numerous
forces. 1 owe him everything, even the
shares in the oil company, which he
has persuaded me to take. And he is