The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-09-13

sight of the lilac and white brocade,
the dark hair and the wreath of mar
guerites. Then, with a hot pain in his
breast, and the step of a grenadier he
marched down the street.
In the carriage Mrs. Tanberry took
Betty's hand in hers. "I'll do as you
wish, child" she said, "and never
| speak to you of him again as long as
! live, except this once. l think it was
best for his own sake as well as yours,
| but"
"'He needed a lesson" interrupted
Miss Betty, YEARLY. She had danced
long and hard, and she was very tired.
Mrs. Tanberrys staccato laugh came
out irrepressibly "All the vagabonds
do, Princess" she cried. And l think
they are getting it"
mo, no. l don't mean"
We've turned their heads, my dear.
between US, you and I; and We'll have
to turn EN- again. or they'll break their
necks looking over their shoulders at
us, the owls" She pressed the girls
hand affectionately. But you'll let me
say something just once and forgive
me because we're the same foolish age,
you know. It's only this: The next young
man you suppress, take him off in
corner! Lead him away from the
crowd, where he won't have to stand
and let them look at him afterward.
That's all, my dear, and you mustn't
mind"
I'm not sorry" said Miss Betty, hot
ly. I'm not sorry"
mo, no." said Mrs. Tanberry, sooth-
ingly. 1T was better this time to do
just what you did. I'd have done it
myself, to make quite sure he would
keep away-because 1 like him.
I'm not sorry" said Miss Betty
again.
I'm not sorry" she repeated and re-
iterated to herself after Mrs. Tanberry
had gone to bed. She had sunk into a
chair in the library with a book, and
I'm not sorry" she whispered as she
opened unread page blurred before her.
I'm not sorry!" He had needed his
lesson; but she had to bear the recol-
lection of how white his face went when
he received it. Her affront had put
about him a strange loneliness; the one
figure with a stilled crowd staring; it
had made a picture from which her
minds eye had been unable to escape,
danced she never so hard and late. I'm
consciously, Robert Carewe's daughter
had avenged the other lonely figure
which had stood in lonely humiliation
! before the staring eyes.
I'm not sorry" All, did they think
It was in her to hurt any living thing
in the world? The book dropped from
her lap, and she bowed her head upon
her hands. I'm not sorry" and tears
upon the small, lace gauntlets!
She saw them, and with an incoherent
exclamation, half self-pitying, half inn
patient ran out to the stars above her
garden.
She was there for perhaps half an
hour, and just before she returned to
the house she did a singular thing.
Standing where all was clear to the
sky, where she had stood after her talk
with the Incroyable, when he had bid
her look to the stars, she raised her
arms to them again, her face, pale with
a great tenderness, uplifted.
You you, you!" she whispered. 81
love you!"
And yet it was to nothing definite, to
no man, nor outline of man, to no
phantom, nor dream-lover, that she
spoke; neither to him she had affronU-
ed, nor to him who had hidden her
look TO the stars. Nor was it to the
stars themselves.
She returned slowly and thoughtrully
to the house, wondering what she had
meant.