The Savannah morning news., 1903-02-08

heart; the clear gray eyes lifted to his,
the delicate face with the color steal
ing back to her cheeks, and the brave
little figure that had run SO straight
to him out of the night shadows. There
was something about her, and in the
moment, that suddenly touched him
with saddening sweetness too keen
to be borne; the forget-me-not finger
of the flying hour that could not come
again was laid on his soul, and he felt
the tears start from his heart on their
journey to his eyes. He knew that he
should always remember that moment.
She knew it, too. She put her hand to
her cheek and turned away from him
little TREMENDOUSLY. Both were silent.
They had been together since early
morning. Plattville was proud of him.
Many friendly glance from the folk
who jostled about them favored his
suit and wished both of them well, and
many lips, opening to speak to Hank
less in passing, closed when their own
ers (more tactful than Mr.. Bardlock)
looked a second time.
Old Tom Martin, still perched alone
on his high seat, saw them standing
by the tent-pole, and watched them
from under his rusty hat brim. Il
reckon it's ben three or four thousand
years since l was young" he sighed to
himself; then pushing his hat still
further down over his eyes: 81 don't
believe I'd ort to rightly look on at
that" He sighed again as he rose, and
gently spoke the name of his dead wife:
'Marjie-its ben lonesome, sometimes.
| reckon you're mighty tired waitin' fer
me, ever since sixty-four-yet maybe
not; Ulysses S. Grants over on your
side now, and perhaps you've got ac-
quainted with him; you always thought
a good deal more of him than you did
| of me-
DO you see that tall old man up
| there?" said Helen, nodding her head
toward Martin. II think 1 should like
to know him. I'm sure l like him."
That is old Tom Martin"
II Know"
Il was sorry and ashamed about all
that conspicuousness and shouting. 1t
must have been very unpleasant for
you; it must have been so, for a
stranger. Please try to forgive me for
letting you in for it,
But L liked it. 1t was all in the
| family and it was so jolly and good
| natured, and that dear old man was
so bright. Do you know" she said,
softly, Il don't think I'm such a
| stranger-I-I think / love all these
people a great deal-in spite of having
known them only two days.
AT that wild exhilaration possessed
| him. He wanted to shake hands with
| everybody in the tent to tell them all
that he loved them with his whole
| heart, but what was vastly more i1n-
| portant, she loved them a great deal
| in spite of having known them only two
| days!
| He made the horses prance on the
| homeward drive, and once, when she
| told him that she had read a good
many of his political columns in the
Herald" he ran them into fence.
| After this it occurred to him that they
| We're nearing their destination and had
/ come at a perversely sharp gait; so he
| held the roans down to a snail's pace
| df it be true that a snails natural
! gait is not a trot) for the rest of the
| way, while they talked of Tom Mere
dith and books and music, and discov-
| cred that they differed widely about
| Ibsen.
They found Mr.. Fisbee in the yard,
| talking to Judge Briscoe. AS they drove
up, and before the horses had quite
stopped. Helen leaped to the ground
| and ran to the old scholar with both
| her hands outstretched to him@ He
| looked timidly at her. and took the
hands she gave him; then he produced
from his pocket yellow telegraph en-
velope, watching her anXiously as she
| received it. However, she seemed to
| and, instead of opening it, leaned to-
| ward him, still holding one of his
| hands.
These awful old men!" HAIRLESS
| groaned inwardly as he handed the
horses over to the judge. Il dare say
| he'll kiss her, too" But, when the ed
| itor and Mr.. Willetts had gone, it vas
Helen who kissed Fisbee.
They're coming out to spend the ev-
| ening, aren't they?" asked Briscoe,
nodding to the young men as they set
| off down the road.
"Lige has to come whether he wants
to or not" Minnie laughed, rather con-
sciously. It's his turn tonight to look
! after Mr.. Harkless.'
Il guess he won't mind coming"
said the judge.
Well" returned his daughter glanc-
ing at Helen, who stood apart, reading
the telegram to Fisbee, II know if he
follows Mr.. Harkless he'll get here
pretty soon after supper-as soon as
the moon comes up, anyway"
The editor of the Herald was late
to his supper that evening. 1t was dusk
when he reached the hotel, and for
the first time in history, a gentleman
sat down to meat in that house of en-
tertainment in evening dress. There
was no one in the dining room when he
went in; the other boarders had fin
out" but the landlord came and att
tended to his guests wants himself,
and chatted with him while he ate.
There's a picture of Henry Clay"
remarked Lands, in obvious relevancy
to his companions attire, there's
picture of Henry Clay somewheres
about the house in a swallow-tail coat.
Gov. Ray spoke here in one in early
times, Bodeffer says, except it was
higher built up N yourn about the col
lar, and had brass buttons, / think.
Ole man Windy was here tonight"
the landlord continued, changing the
subject. He waited around fer We a
good while. He's been mighty wrought
up sense the trouble this morning, an
wanted to see We bad. ! don't know
T you seen ii, but that Teller ( knocked
your hat of was mighty near tore to
pieces in the crowd before he got away.
Seems some the boys re-cog- nized him
as one the Cross Roads Skillets, and
sicked the dogs on him, and he had a
pretty mean time of it, Windy SAYS
the Cross Roads folks II be worse n
ever. and, says he, Tell him to stick
close to town.. says he. They'll do
anything to git him now says he, and
resk anything told him you wouldn't
take no stock in II, but. see here, don't
you put nothin' too mean fer them
folks. / tell you. Mr.. Harkless, plenty
of us are scared fer We"
The good fellow was so earnest that
when the editors meal was finished
and he would have departed. Lands
detained him almost by force until the
arrival OF Mr.. Willets, who. the land
lord knew, was his allotted escort for
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