The Savannah morning news., 1903-03-22

policy as HAIRLESS would conceive a
policy, were he there, when Minnie
Briscoe ran joyously up the stairs
| plunged into the room, water-prooted
/ and radiant, and caught her friend in
! her eager arms, and put an end to
| policy for that day.
But policy and labor did not end at
| twilight every day; there were even
| ings, as in the time of Harkless, when
lamps shone from the upper windows
! of the Herald" building. For the
| little editor worked hard, and some
| times she worked late; she always
| worked early. She made some mis-
takes at first, and one or two blum
| ders which she took more seriously
| than any one else did. But she found
a remedy for all such results of her
! inexperience, and she developed expe-
| rience. She sat at her task with the
energy of her youthfulness and 10
| limit to her ambition, and she felt
| that Harkless had prepared the way
| for a wide expansion of the papers
| interests; wider than he knew. She
| had a belief that there were possibili-
ties for a country newspaper, and she
| brought a fresh point of view to oper-
| ate in situation where HAIRLESS had
| fallen, perhaps, too much in the rut;
and she watched every chance with a
keen eye and looked ahead of her with
clear foresight. What she waited and
| yearned for and dreaded, was the time
when a copy of the new Herald"
should be placed in the trembling
hands of the man who Fay in the Rouen
hospital. Then, she felt, if he, I'M
aware of her identity, should place ev-
| erything in her hands unreservedly,
that would be a tribute to her work
| and how hard she would labor to de-
serve it! After time, she began to
realize that, as his representative and
| the editor of the Herald" she had
become factor in district politics. 1t
| took her breath-but with gasp of
| delight, for there was something she
| wanted to do.
| Above all, she brought a light heart
| to her work. One evening in the lat
| ter part of that first week of the new
regime, Parker perceived Bud Tip
worthy standing in the doorway of the
printing room, reckoning him silently
| to come without.
What's the matter, Buddie?"
Listen. She's singin' over her
| her."
Parker stepped outside. On the
pavement, people had stopped to list
en-; they stood in the shadow, looking
up with parted lips at the open, light
| ed windows, whence came clear, soft,
| reaching voice, lifted in song; now it
| swelled louder, unconsciously; now its
volume was more slender and it melt
ed lfquidly into the night; again, it
trembled and rose and dwelt in the
ear, strong and pure; and, hearing
it, you sighed with unknown longings.
1t was the Angels Serenade."
Bup Tipworthy's sister, Cynthia, was
with him, and Parker saw that she
turned from the window and that she
was crying, quietly; she put her hand
on the boys shoulder and patted it
with forlorn gesture which, to the
foreman's eye, was as graceful as it
was sad. He moved closer to Bud
and his big hand fell on Cynthias
brothers other shoulder, as he real
lied that red hair could look pretty
| sometimes; and he wondered why the
editors singing made Cynthy cry; and
at the same time he decided to be
mighty good to Bud henceforth. The
spell of night and song was on him;
that and something more; for it is a
strange, inexplicable fact that the most
practical chief ever known to the
Herald" had a singuarly sentimental
influence over her subordinates, from
the moment of her arrival Under
Harkless' domination there had been
no more steadfast bachelors in Carlow
than Ross Schofield and Caleb Par
ker and, like timorous youths in a
graveyard, daring and hooking the
ghosts in order to assuage their own
fears, they had so jibed and peered at
the married state that there was talk
or urging the minister to preach at
them; but now let it be recorded that
at the moment Caleb laid his hand
on Buds shoulder, his associate, Mr.
Schofield, was enjoying a walk in the
far end of town with widow, and it
is not to be doubted that Mr.. Tip
worthy's heart, also, was no longer in
his possession, though, as it was aft
er o'clock, the damsel of his desire
had probably long since retired to her
couch,
For some faint light on the cause of
these spells, we must turn to a COM
ment made by the invaluable Mr.. Mar
tin some time afterward. Referring
to the lady to whose voice he was now
listening in silence (Which shows how
great the enthralling of her voice was),
he said: When you saw her. or
heard her, or managed to be around,
any, where she was, why, if YOU
couldn't git up no hope of marryin'
her, you wanted to marry somebody"
Mr.. Lige Willetts. riding idly by,
drew rein in front of the lighted Win
dows, and listened with the Others
Presently he leaned from his horse and
whispered to a man near him:
II know that song"
do you?" whispered the other.
Yes; he and 1 heard her sing it,
the night he was shot,
"So!"
Yes, sir. It's by Beethoven"
"Is it?"
IT'S seraphic song" continued
Lige.
mol" exclaimed his friend; then.
shaking his head, he signed: well
it's mighty sweet"
The song was suddenly woven into
laughter in the unseen chamber and
the lights in the windows went out.
and a small lady and tall lady and a
thin old man, all three laughing and
talking happily, came down and drove
on I'm the Briscoe blackboard. The lit
tie crowd dispersed quietly; Lige VIII
let's clucked 10 his horse and can
tered away 20 overtake the blackboard:
William Todd took his courage be-
tween his teeth. and. the song ringing
In his ears, made a desperate resolve
90 call upon Miss Bardlock that even
ing, In spite Of 10 being a week day
and Caleb Parker gently and atam-
merlngiy asked Cynthia II she WOULD
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