The evening light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1881-1883, 1882-05-11
REGINALD'S USES.
How a Chicago Youth Secured . Nice
Fathsr-in-Law.
Joseph Medill in the Chicago Tribune

Joseph Medil in the Chicago Tribune.
"W hat do you think, Myrtle?'
81 hardly know what to think, Reginald"
replied the girl, her eyes illuminated with the
radiant light of love as she turned in response
to Reginald Simpsons question and looked
at him with the beautiful. tender. calf-like
look of first and only love. 81 only know
that, whatever my father may say, whatever
he may do, my love for you will never falter
or fail; my trust in the nobility of your nature
| will be steadfast at the mighty rock of Glib
raltar that filings back in scorn from its stone
buttressed base the mighty pillows that are
ever beating against its solid sides in their
mad, impotent fury"
When Myrtle got well under way she was a
pretty fair talker. She was fair, slender
girl with the lustrous brown eyes that one sees
so often in Bramah hens, and complexion
that never cost less than ST. per box. As she
stood in the parlor of her fathers palatial resi-
dence this balmly June evening, her hand
placed trustingy in that of Reginald, while
her face almost touched his as they spoke the
words quoted above, the picture was indeed
pretty one. 49,.
"You are sure that he has heard all ?" asked
Reginald, in solemn, pleading tones.
| bCdu CCItdll, replied the girl. you can
bet on this, darling"
| AT this moment the sound of footsteps was
heard. Myrtle ran to the window and peered
anxiously out into the yard.
"He is coming" she said in frightened
tone, land you must confess all and trust to
his mercy"
nald.''
Ina moment more George w. Hathaway,
tn merchant prince, entered the room. Regi-
nald at once went up to him.
"Mr. Hathaway" he said, 81 have come
here tonight to tell you frankly that last Sun
day morning l went out to the race track,
You know that Myrtle and love each other
with deathless, Dearborn avenue love that
| opposition only makes stronger, and that we
we have plighted our troth. / do not seek to
defend my conduct of last Sunday. l know
it is wrong to visit a race track at all, and es-
pecially on Sunday, but it seemed to me more
noble: more manly, to tell you the exact
truth"
$50 you were out to the track Sunday ?''
said the old man, his face assuming sad,
panied expression.
eyes, sir"
"Ah. that was was indeed wrong. But
step with me into my library. This is Sc
rious matter, involving, perhaps, the happi-
ness Of my only child"-and as he spoke the
merchant hastily wiped away a pearly tear
that hung trembling on the lower lid of his off
eye.
The two men stepped into the library, Mr..
Hathaway closing the door as they entered.
Reginald felt that the worst would soon come.
Seating himself in an easy chair, Mr.. Hath
away looked earnestly at Reginald for mo-
ment. Then he spoke up suddenly:
'Did you see little bay mare with sort of
spike tail and her near front foot white being
exercised out there Sunday mornings"
eyes, sir" replied Reginald.
"How fast did she co."
"She trotted mile in AJAX. the last ouar.
ter in S seconds" was the reply.
A peaceful, happy smile stole over the old
mans face. Reginald, my boy" he said In
low earnest tones, ''that little bay mare be-
.ongs to me. My position as deacan will not
allow me to publicity acknowledge the owner
ship of the animal, but you can bet your sweet
life that when she is cut loose at the July races
| will breakfast all the officers of our church
and several people in the adjoining parish.
Do you understand, my boy?"
'Yes, l catch on" said Reginald. knew
you owned the mare all the time, but a Chi
cagoan is too noble to give away his prospect
i've father-in-law" and stepped to the side
board Reginald courteously poured out a
drink OF sour-mash for Mr.. Hathaway before
taking one himself.
The old man did not fail to notice this ac
ton. 'This boy has the true saxon spirit
he murmured to himself, sand he shall marry
Myrtle when the leaves begin to turn. /
shall need him myself during the uottinp sea-