The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-09-27
CHAPTER XIV.
WHEN June CAME.

WHEN JUNE CAME.
"Methought 1 met damsel fair
And tears were in her eyes;
Her head and arms were bare,
l heard her bursting signs.
81 stopp'd and looked her in the face,
Twas then she sweetly smiled.
Her features shone with mournful
grace,
Far more than Natures child.
"With diffident and down cast eye,
In modest tones she spoke;
She wiped a tear and gave sigh,
And then her silence broke
SO sang Mrs. Tanberry at the piano,
relieving the melancholy which pos
sessed her; but Nelson, pausing in the
hall to listen, and exceedingly curious
concerning the promised utterance of
the damsel fair, was to suffer disap-
pointment, as the ballad was broken off
absruptly and the songstress closed the
piano with a monstrous CHATTER. Little
doubt may be entertained that the noise
was designed to disturb Mr. Carewe,
who sat upon the veranda consulting a
brown Principe, and less that the in
tended insult was accomplished. For an
expression of vindictiVe nature was
precipitated in that quarter so stimuli
taneously that the bang of the piano lid
and the curse were even as the report
of musket and the immediate cry of
the wounded.
Mrs Tanberry at once debouched up
on the piazza, showingsa vast, clouded
countenance. And l hope to heaven
you already had a headache!" she ex-
claimed.
THE courtesy of your wish, madam"
Carewe replied, with an angry fash of
his eye, sis only equalled by the kind
ness of heaven in answering it. have,
in fact, headache. l always have,
nowadays"
That's good news" returned the
lady heartily.
IT thank you retorted her host.
Perhaps if you treated your daugh-
ter with even a decent Indians kind of
politeness, you'd enjoy better health"
"Ah! And in what failure to perform
my duty toward her have 1 incurred
| your displeasure %
Where is she now?" exclaimed the
other excitedly. Where is she now?"
81 cannot say"
"Yes, you can. Robert Carewel" Mrs.
| Tanberry retorted, with a wrathful ges-
ture. you know well enough she's in
her own room, and so do for 1 tried
| to get in to comfort her when I heard
her crying. She's in there with the door
| bolted, where you drove heri"
81 drove her!" he sneered.
Eyes, you did, and 1 heard you. Do
you think I couldn't hear you raging
and storming at her like crazy man
When you get in temper do you
| dream there's soul in the neighbor-
hood who doesn't know it? You're a
fool if you do, because they could
| have heard you swearing down on Main
street, if they'd listened. What are
you trying to do to her?-break her
spirit-or what? Because you'll do it,
or kill her. ! never heard anybody cry
| ri he
woman's own eyes filed. Whats the
use of pretending" she went on sor-
rowfully. you haven't spoken to her
kindly since you came home. Do you
suppose I'm blind to that? You weren't
a bad husband to the poor child's moth
err; why can't you be good father
to her?'
Perhaps you might begin by asking
her to be a good daughter to me-
What has she done?"
'"rhe night before I went away she
ran to a fire and behaved there like q
common street hoyden. The ladies Of
the Carewe family have not formerly
acquired notoriety of that kind"
BAH" said Mrs. Tanberry.
THE next morning, when taxed hel
with it, she dutifully defied and in
suited me-"
Il can imagine the delicacy witt
which you taxed her. What has tina
| " 40 with your QeNllSI ldsiilIuliiS "
this afternoon, Robert Carewe?"
IT am Obliged to you for the expires
sion," he returned. when l came home
this afternoon, found her reading tina
thing" He pointed to many very small
fragments of Mr.. Cummings newspa
per, which were scattered about tn,
lawn near the veranda. "She was gu
here, reading an article which 1 haC
read downtown and which appeared IL
a special edition of that rotten sheet
sent out two hours ago"
''WelI?"
do you know What that article was
madam, do you know what it was?" AL
though breathing heavily. Mr.. Carew
had compelled himself to a certain out
ward calmness, but now, in the uncon
trollable agitation of his anger, h
sprang to his feet and struck one of tn
wooden pillars of the porch a shocking
blow with the bare knuckles of hi
clenched hand DO you know what i
was? 1t was eulogy of that d.
Vanrevel. 1t pretended to be an &C
count of the enrolment of his inferno
! company, but 1t was nothing more thai
, a glorificatiou of that nigger-lovinI
hound His company-a lot of sneaks
who'll run like sheep from the frs
, =-=-------------.---