San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-20

'MADAME'S DAUGHTER" "DOCTOR
PALMER'S PATIENr,' &c. &c.
ne camrd Tor wncm church Is over. Gcrtir
ll"yIamd is her name: and Il dear little maid
Shc-- Goodness save us. sir. Are you i'll?
What's the matthcr?'
at is only passing seizure-he's accus-
toned TO them! Don't be frightened, Mrs.
Flynn; it will be over in few minutes"
said Irving, with great presence Of mind,
hurrying his friend back into the rOOm where
he sank with Il quiverng sigh into chair,
covering his poor face with one strong Sinewy
hand.
"EnOch Arden, EnOch Arden" muttered
Irving, with savage bitterness. as he stood, a
few moments later, gazing with pain across
the shadowleSS wintry sea stretched before
him. "EnOch Arden! It's the most wretch
ed, most hcaStly, disgusting story | ever
heard in my life. On, hang me if | ever let
myself be dragged into another domestic
tragedy Of the kind, if | ever let fellow spin
me personal yarn againl Poor Heyland,
poor fellow! To think that his life should
be wrecked, his heart broken. by a yellow
haired jade like that-tO think that he, the
tOiler, the sufferer, should have nothing, and
she everything even his child, | can't think
II 80 train. have nearly an hour to spare,
and that time | must spend in obtaining some
particulars of that wrctched woman and her
marriage. He'll want to know in a few days.
Mrs. Flynn guess, is the woman for me in
this emergency"
lie strOlled back to the coifCe-rOOm, where
the buxom landIady was busy with dusting-
brush. PrOpping himself against window
tie Gertie, surrounded by Mrs. Flynn'S APP
ple-faced flock, was feeding a noisy gather
ing of chickens, he opened conversation, and
presently by a skilful turn brought her round
10 the mGndge of Arbutus Lodge. which
elected a spirited sketch of Mr. Callaghan's
political career and willy management of the
Glendale tenantry.
Yes" said Irving, with well-acted care
leSsness ''he is, believe, clever sort of
man. Has he been living here long,"
Ever since his marriage, about five years
ago."
She's handsome woman-hiS wife"
Mrs. Flynn pursed up her lips
80 the gentlemen find, | understand,
though she's not my style of beauty. And
must say, and always will say, that as
COrney O'Callaghan gets his liyin' out o the
COIIlllllN llt might very wei ave lihtl u
wife out of it too! Faith he might! They're
as plenty about here as berries on the hedges
-gOOd-lOOkin' healthy gurls, and not man
to pick them up-ve o them at the Grange,
three o. Colonel Sulivan's, two more at"
Then Mrs O'Callaghan is an EnglishwO-
man, infer?'
"Ay-tO the backbone! It's a case of no
Irish need apply ever since she come to the
place, five year ago. Not that any respecta-
Bile Irish CURL would stop in her saryice long
for, of all the shOrttisted, lOng-tongued,
pantry-pTyin' mistTeSSes Red Sands ever
knOwed, for all her sweet looks she's the
worst! Why, she changes her cook every
month, and, as to hOusemaidS and parlOr-
maids, we'll"
Irving laughed cynically.
"And this" he thought sis the treasure
for whom Ieyland is pinng! | dare say, if
COrney were consulted in the matter, he
would pronounce his fate the harder of the
twO,' he said aloud. is she such a shrew?
l shouldn't have imagined it from her APP
pearance All, talk OF the Ahpml Mrs.
Flynn, why, there's the lady in question in
terviewing your children in the gardenr
Mrs. Flynn bounced forward with very red
checks.
Mrs OCallaghan in my garden! don't
believe itv' She burst out laughing, and
then added, as that who You call Mrs. 0'Cal-
laghan, sur? Sure that's the best story ever
heard in my life! Why, that's Mrs O'Cal-
laghan's nursery-gOverness, IA poor widow
lady of the name of Heyland, said to have
known betther days! That Mrs. 0'Callag-
han! l wOndher what COrney 'ud say to
thatP He's been accused of casting sleeps
eyes at her and she has TO laive next month
by madam'S orders. In consequence people
do say she's had preSsin' invites TO stop for
good in Sandhills both from Doctor O'Leary
and the High-Church parsOn at Saint Jude's,
but that she'll have none of them, bein'
widOw-wOman after st. Paurs own heart.
Not that hold with widows not havin' a
second Glance"
Mrs. Flynn" exclaimed Irving, whirling
her suddenly underneath big branch of
mistletOe hanging from the chandelier, ''if
that rascal Pat Flynn ever gives you a second
chance, just you apply to me, and you'll find
Pm your man." And, before the indignant
astonished matrOn had recovered breath from
the unexpected assault, he was out on the
sands, dancing a fantastic war-dance express
sive of demOniac jubilatiOn, she afterwards
informed her husband.
Keep your head, keep your head, Irving"
was the young mans yOiceless refrain-"keep
your head, for you have a precious mornings
work before yOu-that you havel You must
break il to her and TO him gently, softly, with
tenderest clrcumlocutiOn, or else Heaven