The San Antonio light. (San Antonio, Tex.) 1883-1886, 1885-04-22

uincut To uuK rs II notmng nad nap
pened. ana yet Il must he
"lle will soon forget. lie will goawnv
tomorrow, and when next we meet"
She did not complete her sentence.
Her thoughts driftcd away to her own
life, her own future.
1T would not he far to any one" she
said, looking at her sad eyes in the glass.
81 could not help fretting, IT would not
he right"
The dinner was not rs uncomfortable
as she had feared might bc the Cause.
Mr. Lorraine had done good after
Moons work, and was tull of his book.
and some drawings Mr. Cartcrct had
done for him. and he himself apprucd
tu talk as lightly and easily as usual.
No one seemed tu nntircd Syducy's 81
lencc. Her black lacc dress made her
look very pale. and there were dark
shadows under her eyes which even the
brightness of the diamond stars In her
ha.r ami throat did not quite counter
act.
Mems hearts do not break so easily"
she thought bitterly, rs she listened to
the steady How of talk. They think IL
hurts for little while, aud then they
go away-and forget
The words, tho train Of Thought they
engcndered, caused her Nlcu pang that
she shivercd rs If m actual pam.
You caught cold thiSHitcruuon," Mr..
Carteret said, turning h, head directly
toward her. 81 feared yuu would"
NO, no. recalling her straying
thoughts, 81 never catch cold
Don't boast"
lie resumed his conversation mt once
with Mr.. Lorraine. aud her mind WAS
not recalled TO the present talk again
until she heard him say something that
attracted her attention. or what came
before she WAS unaware. what caught
her ears were the words when | was
in Pomcrania.' She lcant forward sud
denly. question in her eyes and on hcr
lips. but what it was remained unaskcd.
Mr. Cartcrct, watching her, paused in
his sentence, wondering what IL was IN
his light adventures that had attracted
such vivid, though momentary, interest.
Losing the thread Of his story IN his
conjectures, he did not again refer to
Germany, and n few minutes later she
left the djning-room.
But only to wait. in fcvcrish impa-
thence, until he should follow her.
1t was 50 extremely unlikely, but still
every chance, however faint, WIS worth
trying.
And what did she want to know
Long. long ago, was over and buried
the faintest possibility of any happy fu-
ture acCruing to her from the Enowl-
edge of the life he was leading.
but | should hke-to know" wistful-
~. 81 should always like to know"
Her thoughts had pictured him So often
with the blonde German girl. grown
matronly and tender, teaching him year
by year to return the love that shone in
her honest cyes-had pictured him some
times with little children about his
knees; little children with frank blue
eyes, and cOrn-cOlored hair, who were
added links In the chain that bound him
10 their mother.
81 should like To know" she thought
YEARLY, and then the door opened, ard
Mr.. Cartcrct entered the room, before
she had time to Danish the sOftnuss
from her eyes that the thought of the
past had brought there.
Tell me- he said ut once, without
any preface, what did you want to ask
me mt dinnerY"
you id'-hesitatingly. Then, lift
ing her eyes steadily, you said you had
been in Pomerania-where were YOU
when was ity'
1T was-let me see, two, three, four,
nearly five years ago. went for very
sad reason; TO tell an old man, whom |
had never seen, about the death of his
son. was staying at Il small inn for
| couple of nights. The son was there,
very 1.-The was on his way home. |
stayed with him till he died, which he
| did the next day before any of his pcO-
| pie could he sent for, and afterward-"
Aftcrwarll
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