The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-09-20

/ Qulnine powder into himself ana threw
the paper 10 a couple of pigs who look
ed up from the gutter malciously
"Confouni him. said Cralley, laugh
! ing ruefully He makes me a mission
| ary-for I'll keep my word 10 Fanchon
! in that, at least I'll look after Jeffe--
| son tonight. All, I might as well be
| old Tom Nanrevel, indeed
Meanwhile. NJ. Carewe had taken
! possession Of his own again His
| daughter ran 10 the door to meet him,
| she was trembling a little. and blush
| ing and smiling. held out both her
| hands TO him. so that Mrs. Tanberry
vowed this was the loVeliest creature in
the world, and the kindest.
Mr.. .Carewe bowed slightly. as TO an
| acquaintance, and disregarded the eX-
| tended hands.
At that. the blush faded from Miss
Betty's cheeks: she trembled no more,
and a salutation as icy as her fathers
was returned 10 him. He bent his
heavy broWs upon her. and shot black
glance her way. being, Of course, i'm
mediately enraged by her reflection OF
his own manner. but he did not speak
10 her
Nor did he once address her during
the evening meal. preferriug TO honor
Mrs. Tanberry with his conversation. TO
that diplomatic ledy's secret anger but
outward amusement She cheerfully
ing not the slightest awe of him, and
turned to the girl instead; indeed, she
was only prevented from rating him
sOundly at his own table by the fear
that she might make the situation
more difficult for her young charge. AS
soon as il was possible. she made her
escape with Miss Betty and they drove
away in the twilight to pay visits of
duty, leaving Mr.. Carewe frowning at
his coffee on the Veranda-
When they came home. three hours
later. Miss Betty noticed that fringe
Of illumination bOrdered each of the
heavily curtained windows in the Gu
poia. and she uttered an exclamation,
for she had never known that room 10
be lighted.
Look" she cried. touching Mrs. Tan
berry's arm. as the horses trotted
through the gates under a drizzle Of
rain, I thought the room i'm the cupola
was empty It's always locked. and
when I came from st. Marys he told
me that old furniture was stored
there"
Mrs. Tanberry was grateful for the
darkness He may have gone there
10 read she answered. in queer
voice Let US 20 quietly to bed. child
so as not TO disturb him"
Betty had as little desire to disturb
her father as she had to see him: there
fore she obeyed her friends injunction.
and went 10 her room on tip-toe The
house was very silent as she lit the
candles on her bureau. Outside. the
gentle drizzle and the soothing tinkle
from the caves were the only sounds:
within. there was but the faint rustic of
garments from Mrs. Tanberry's room
Presently the latter ceased 10 be heard
and wooden moan of protest from the
four-poster upon which the good lady
reposed. announced that she had drawn
the curtains and wooed the rulers of
Nod
Although it was one of those nights
Of which they say. 1T is a good night
10 sleep Miss Betty was not drowsy
She had half-unfastened one small san
daL but she tied the ribbons again.
and seated herself by the open Win
dow. The ledge and easement framed
a dim oblong of thin light from the
candles behind her. a lonely lustre,
which crossed the veranda to melt
shspelessly into darkness on the soggy
lawn. She felt a melancholy in the
softly falling rain and wet. black foli-
age that Chimed with the sadness of
her own spirit. The night suited her
very well for her fathers coming
her brought a weight of depression
with it. Why could he not have spok-
en- one word to her even a. cross one?
She knew that he did not love her.
yet. merely as a fellowb being, she was
entitled TO a measure of courtesy: and
the fact that she was his daughter
could not excuse his failure to rem
der il. Was she n continue to live
with him on their present terms She
had no intention to make another effort
to alter them; but to remain as they
were would be intolerable. and Mrs.
Tanberry could not stay forever, to act
as a buffer between her and her father.
Peering out into the dismal night, she
found her own future as black. and ii
seemed no wonder that the sisters low
ed the convent life; that the pale nuns
f0rsook the world wherein there was so
much useless unkindness; where wom-
en- were petty and jealous. like that
cowardly Fanchon, ard men who look
ed great were tricksters. like Fan
chons s. betrothed. Miss Betty clenched
her delicate fingers. She would not
remember that white startled face
againl
Another face helped her to shut out
the recollection; that of the man who
had come 10 mass to meet her yester-
day morning, and with whom she had
taken a long walk afterward. He had
shown her a quaint old English gar
dener who lived on the bank of the riv-
er had bought her bouquet, and she
had helped him to select another to
send to a sick friend. How beautiful
the flowers We're. and how happy he had
made the morning for her. with his
gayety, his lightness, and his odd wis
DOM Was il only yesterday? Her
fathers coming had made yesterday
fortnight old.
But the continuously pattering rain
and the solf drip-d drop from the roof.
though as mournful as she chose to
md them, began. afterwhile. to
weave their somnolent spells. and she
slowly drifted from reveries of unhap-
py sorts. into half-dreans, in which she
was still aware she was awake, yet
slumber. heavy-eyed. stirring from the
curtain beside her with the small night
breeze. breathed strange distortions up
on familiar things, and drowsy i'm
possibilities moved upon the surface of
her thoughts. Her chin, resting upon
her hand, sank gently. until her head
almost lay upon her relaxed arms.
That is mine. Crailey Cray"
She sprang TO her feet. immeasura bly,
startled. one hand clutching the back of
her chair, the other TREMENDOUSLY press
ed 10 her cheek. convinced that her IA
Their had stopped over 49, md shouted
the sentence in her ear. For it was his
voice. and the house rang with the
words. all the rooms. halls, and even
the walls. seemed still murmurous with
the sudden sound. like the tinkling of
a bell after il has been struck. And