The Savannah morning news., 1903-08-02
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and studied long and ardently until
sometimes the man himself seemed to
stand before her, in spite of the fact
that Mile. Meilhac had not a distinc-
guished talent and M Meilhacs fea-
lures might have been anybody's. 1t
was to be seen, however, that he was
smiling.
Miss Betty had an impression that
her grandmother's art of portraiture
would have been more successful with
the profile than the "full-face." Never
theless, nothing could be more clearly
indicated than that the hair of NJ.
Meilhac was very yellow, and his short,
huge-lapelled waistcoat white, striped
with scarlet. An enormous cravat
covered his chin; the heavy collar of
his yellow coat rose behind his ears,
while its tails fell to his ankles; and
the tight trousers of white and yellow
stripes were tied with white ribbons
about the middle of the calf; he wore
white stockings and gold-buckled yell
low shoes, and on the back of his head
jauntily cooked black hat. Miss
Betty innocently wondered why his
letters did not speak of Potion, of Ver-
gniaud, or of Dumoriez, since in the
historical novels which she read, the
hero's lot was inevitably linked with
that of every one of importance in his
generation; yet Georges appeared to
have been unacquainted with these
personages Robespierre being the only
name of consequence mentioned in his
letters; and then it appeared in much
the same fashion practiced by her
father in alluding to the Governor Of
the state, who had the misfortune to
be unpopular with Carewe. But this
did not dim her great-uncles lustre in
Miss Betty's eyes, nor lessen for her
| the pathetic romance of the smile he
wore.
Beholding this. smile, one remem-
| bered the end to which his light foot
| steps had led him; and it was unavoid-
able to picture him left lying in the
empty street behind the heels of the
| flying crowd, carefully forming that
| same smile on his lips and taking
| much pride in passing with some small
] cynical speech, murmured to himself,
/ concerning the inutility of a gentle
mans getting shot by his friends for
! merely being present to applaud them
| So fancying him thus, with his yellow
hair, his scarlet-striped waistcoat, and
| his tragedy, the young girl felt a share
! of family greatness, or, at least of
picturesqueness descend to her. And
/ she smiled sadly back upon the smile
in the picture, and dreamed about its
! OIlSlIdl night dlleF
| Whether or not another figure that
of a dark young man in a white hat.
with white kitten etching his wrist
! in red, found any place in her dreams
at this period, it is impossible to deter
mine. She did not see him again It
is quite another thing, hazardous to
venture, to state that he did not see
her At all events, it is certain that
| many people who had never beheld her
|
| full of contention concerning her
! and her gift of music. for a song can
I be heard through an open window And
! how did it happen that Crailey GRAY
knew that it was Miss Carewe's habit
to stroll in her garden for half an hour
or so. each evening before retiring, and
| that she went to mass every morning
soon after sunrise? Crailey Gray never
rose at, or near, sunrise in his life,
| though he sometimes beheld it, from
J another point of view, as the end of
| the evening. 1t appears that some one
must have told him.
One night when the moon lay white
on the trees and housetOps, Miss Betty
| paused in her evening promenade and
seated herself upon a bench on the
borders of the garden, touched" as
| the books of the time would have put
! it, but the sweet tranquility of the
scene" and wrought upon by the ten
! der incentive to signs and melancholy
which youth in loneliness finds in a
| loneliness of the earth. The breeze
bore the smells of the old-fashioned
! garden of violets and cherry blossoms.
| and a sound of distant Violins came
on the air playing the new song from
| the new opera.
But I also dreamt, which pleased me
most,
That you love me just the same
they sang: and with the Tilt of them
| and the keen beauty of the night. the
! inherited pain of the ages rose from
the depths of the young girls heart.
so that she thought it must break; for
what reason she could not have told.
| since she was without care or sorrow
that she knew, except the French
! Revolution. yet tears shone upon the
long lashes. She shook them off and
looked up with a sudden odd conscious
ness. The next second she sprang to
her feet with a gasp and a checked
outcry, her hands pressed to her
| breast.
| Continued in Next Sundays News.)