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

| that would he paying too dear. | would
] rather know that you were happy
/ even" smiling more softly, with her.
| She looked good kind: perhaps. when
/ he saw her. he had not the courage to
| tell her, and 50 sacrificed himseli-aud
me. Perhaps. better 50. II would be-
something saved out of the wreck"
She did not close the window, but re-
sumcd her pacing mp and down: II seem
ed to bring back the Calmnoss she need
ed.
81 am old enough TO be less cxcitablc.
1t almost seems like those past foolish,
happy days"
fer thoughts then drifted to the visi-
tor Of whom her father had spoken, and
She paused once again by the open win
dow.
"Why is he comingY7 she said, lifting
her eyes 10 the dark sky. ~ do not wish
to see him" almost dchantly Though
after all. what difference does II make
who comes or who stays awayp'
But no shadow of the previous night
was about her NJ. in the small morning.
room, which looked on Ia the garden
she sat making tea the following even
ing for Mr.. Carteret. the man of whose
| advent her father had spoken. lie was
a tall. dark-hairCd. dark-eyed man,--no
| greater contrast could have been found
than between HIM and the fair-haircd
| stranger who had won his way into Mr..
Lorraine heart So long ago. And yet
| this was the only man in whom sydney
could recall her father being much in
| tcrCStcd since.
And it is selfish of me not to he very
civil to him also" she thought. "fur
there are not many men who can share
his tastes"
Stirred by the thought. she reused
! herself to talk. The sketches proved
good Introductory topic.
Tomorrow, If IL is fine" he said with
n glance at the rain pouring down out
of doors. al shall go forth aud explore
the country; and If not. there are several
drawings I should be glad to take from
the house itself. The one of thcopposilc
buildngl should imagine the older
part of the house, taken from the room
above this-would make n charming
picture"
81 wish could draw" she intcrposed,
"fOr ! should like to have just that bit.
II Is charming. All. but" with mo-
mentary enthusiasm. "it should he done
in summer, when the acacias are in
leaf. or on starlit summer night
her hands clasping and unclaspng, 1T
is n dream of luvCliness then. | should
like to have it,"
lie looked at her MS il surprised at
the unwonted stir in the tones, but he
saw she was not looking ut him. and the
sOftneSs vanished from her eyes when,
81 will come down and do II for YOU"
he said. "ShOw me what you would like,
and will do my very best
"Thank you. you are very kind" she
answered. "liut, unfortunately. you
have to leave out of II picture the thou
sand scents Of u summer night, the
thousand gentle sounds which make IL
into living reality. liut il is kind of
you to offer to do it forme, and should
value il. Some day, you know, | sup
pose, if live long enough, ! shall have
to leave here. and Il short stout man
who hunts five days week will take
possession. And rs he cannot hunt here,
don suppose he will love ii quite as
much as do"
at must always he bitter thing to
make Il new home" he said, and felt
that it was II purely conventional phrase,
which carried not the slightest weight
at must. | should think =" she answer
cd. But. come. rs it is so wet, we will
explore the house now, and find bits
suitable for your pencil"
81 do not know why it is" was his
thought, rs he followed her about the
house, Il always feel sorry for her,
though surely there is no need. Every
one says she is proud and cold. but do
seems to me as if she would willingly
take more interest. If she could. What
stands between her and lifeI Is it that
she is satisfied with the present, or is it
that she has Il pasty"
"Will you come for a walk" he asked
her one afternoon. 1t was late, nearly
four O'Clock, but it had rained all day,
and she had not been out, and at the
suggestion she rose at once.
at would be very pleasant. 1t has
stopped raining" looking outof the win
dow. 81 will put on my hat"
Very little later they were making
their way, against the clustering wind
, through the narrow village street.
as il too rough for your" he asked.
"No, enjoy it," she declared. I'VE
will 90 above to the pine-wood; | love
the sound of wind in pine-trees."
You are sure it will not tire your
at is STAYING mt home and waiting
that tires one" she answered quickly
"Do not you also think that"
81 should think it must be so, but that
+ is rarely a mans fate"
mo, ii is a womans."
He turned his head quickly. Itsound
ed to him as if the words came with a;
sob, but perhaps the strong wind hat
> caught her breath, for the road they
were toiling up was very steep. lie
paused moment, however.
"There is no Use offering you an arm,
then he said. you are far too indie
r pendent to take it, even if you wer'
: tired"
a Even if were tired" she repeated
(which am not But | am grateful al
the same"
mo, you are not Nothing that
could do for you, nothing that | coul'
h offer you, would you ever be grateful
e for. You would say thank You becaus
], it is conventional to say thank you
$ and you are too well-mannered TO for
d get it,"
i "Well, it is no concern of mine" h
:, went on. "lIe happy in your own way
You know what | came down here I
say to YOU You have put me off da
VI by day, but | could not go without say
II ing it. My love is yonrs-has bee
o yours, think, since the first day sa'
d you. There is no hope in my heart, bu
NJ ! could not go back leaving the word
S. unsaid. You need not even answe
5. them-what is there to answer? YO
can only reply you know it, and tina
& you do not care for my love; but all I'll
Is same it is yours, to do what you wi
with"
She moved step away when he Ina
Of spoken.
10 "You need not be afraid" he said;
e, am going to say nothing mOre-notl
ing. And you need not move; you hay
the knack of making a man feel as if !
st stood so far away, that his words cou
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