The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-02-14

I will tell him so. They might make
trouble. They do sometimes. Vane's
is a harmless enc, am sure of that
If l wasn't should be miserable. But
people think it strange. They must
see I don't know where he is. Mr.
Henderson thinks il strange, / could
see that, and so does Tony. I must
tell Vane about it when he comes
back"
AS you may imagine. with such con-
Trajectory thoughts. and so much
alone. Constance did not find the
days very swift in passing. Indeed,
they Jagged terribly, though she made
calls, practised her music. and did sun
dry odd jobs of sewing, the accumula-
ton OF the winter months.
To add to her anxiety she did not
receive one word from her husband.
Meanwhile, she had seen and talked
with Mrs. Fry about the green-haired
lady. Years ago. when Mrs. Fry first
came to Grovedale. she had known
dire poverty. but from the moment
that Mr.. Carter and his niece settled
there her prospects began to improve;
il was partially the improved advan-
tages of the town, from the presence
of the large mill and many workmen,
though the prOprietor's family gave
her work at good prices; but when the
there was scarcity of food and cloth
ing, she laid her blessings at Con-
stances door, and loved and rever-
enced her accordingly. Now she had
three strong boys at work, who
brought their earnings to their mother
every Saturday night; and this, too,
she laid 10 the influence of Mr.. Car
ter and his niece.
If il hadn't "a ben for your folks"
~ Cai1 Ran
n Jim might "a ben poor. shiftless
creeters like their father; they might
a drinked UP all their earnin's, same's
he did. Billy did git at it once. but
Mr.. Carter somehow got the right side
Of i'm an talked i'm out ont. Wall,
I can't never do enough for your folks,
Mis- Hamilton; and your man, too,
has been turrible good to me an mine.
I sha'n't forgit it."
And she never did. She had washed
and ironed Constane's frills and ruff
fies when a girl, and she now did the
same for Clare. though, as she said,
she done for three mill boarders be-
sides her own sons, and occasionally
helped il the hotel laundry.
With her improved circumstances
Mrs. Fry cultivated a lisp in her
speech as the most available step to-
ward the gentility which her soul crav-
ed, for she was active and enterpris-
ing in mind as we'll as body. She was
singularly successful. and the result
was one of supreme satisfaction to her
self if a surprise 10 her former pa
irons. Still, as the lisp appeared only
in company with her best bonnet and
stiff black silk dress, it did not much
matter except 10 the good lady herself;
and as she may not don her silk dress
at all in these annals the lisp shall
not be thrust upon the reader. She
brought TO Mrs. Hamilton a basket of
freshly ironed muslins the day after
Mr.. Hamiltons departure, and imme-
diately launched forth in a description
OF the green-haired woman.
The queerest sight, thought there's
no denyin' she's A dreadful pretty
woman. l never see the like. but Mis-
MalOney says she did once. Twas
when she come over in the immigrant
vessel That one was Irish. Mis- Ma
loney said twas good luck TO have
such hair they thought, and the other
women held up their babies to touch
il SOS to be successful in life. Wors'n
the blarneystone, that is, an so
told Mis- Maloney."
green hair can be pretty" said Mrs.
Hamilton.
You would the moment you saw her.
But you can ask Mr.. Hamilton. He
saw her and knew her. too. I guess"
Are you sure?"
she spoke to him. Twas jest as 1
was a comm to the laundry an he a
comm down the street to take the
train. You here?' she says. You are
mistaken says he. oh, yes she says.
I didn't think an she looked round
at me. Mr.. Hamilton looked at her
pretty close. as if sort of thinkin' or
studyin' of her face. an then he spoke
again, but what il was he said I didn't
hear, because of course, 'twa'nt none
OF my business. Besides, he spoke too
low"
Probably she was insane"
mo. l guess not. She seemed kind
er troubled. though. and folks in trou-
bic always go to such folks as your
folks. OR thelse she knew him. Which
ever twas. she was a nice. modest
woman, an a dreadful pretty one
What Mrs. Fry told her was but lit
tie more than Constance had already
heard, but it gave her much to think
about for several days, indeed. until a