San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-07-24
This story was commenced July sOl
copyrighted. All Rights ReSerred.)
OF MANY MOODS.
BY BON 4.


fence notes these gambOls, and unaware of
his companions, idly throws a stone at the
dog. He was not prepared for the clear,
girlish voice which rang across the fields:
Don't throw at my dogP'
Flush, Nelly"
II won't hush, Helen"
The young man comes quickly up with a
very amused face, which he strives to make
penitent.
81 beg your pardon. did not know it
was your dog"
Helen looking at him closely notes how
gracefully the brown hair waves back from
his brow, and how clear the grey-blue ewes
are; notes, in fact, that he is very hand
some man. Eleanor is thinking only of her
dog.
what good did that do your she ques-
tons, Indignantly.
ut has gained me an interview with you.
l hold that great thing" he replies auda-
ciOusly.
AN interview which shall end at once"
she says coldly, turning away.
Wont you forgive me first After all, |
do not think it Int him."
He is looking at her with open admiration,
beautiful girl before.
mo, | won't forgive you. You might
have killed him." she answered, but she
gives him smile which bellies her words ex.
ceedingly. He watches them till out of sight.
"WhO the deuce can she be%' he mutterS,
THE lovelieSt face ever saw"
Eleanor you had no right to speak to that
man." this from Mrs. Rodney, as severely as
possible.
Had not? But then, he had no right to
throw at my dog
That was different thing
81 don't think so; but oh, Helen! | want
to meet that man. Can't you persuade the
Professor to introduce him; no doubt he
knows him."
"What?!p'
Helen can not believe her ears. Is this
Eleanor Hathwell actually asking to be in.
trOduced to man. Impossible!
Eyes, please DO, Helen. Ask him to bring
him up some night. | will wear my prettiest
dress, and you shall teach me how to tirt."
''But why, NeIly?'
"Oh, because do. Which dress do look
best in, Helen?"
You look lovely in all. But why this
sudden desire for filtration? Oh, Nelly, am
sure it is in connection with Dallas Carew."
ut is not, cries the other, turning away
her head. "YOu will ask him, won't yOu?'
"Certainly, but"
mo butts" cries the girl merriIy. "You
will see how charming shall be when he
comes"
When Parker comes that night Helen
makes her request, describing her new &C.
quaintance most accurately.
why, this is charming" cries the PROBES.
sor. Its Joe Allen, you saw, and this very
evening he. was begging me to manage to get
him introduced to you all. What luck!'
He did not think it worth while to say that
1t had been Miss Hathwel exclusively of
whom his friend had spoken.
He has just been raving over your sisters
beauty"
"And she liked him, too. BY the way,
when have you heard from Mr.. Carew?'
''Oh. he'll be back in couple of weeks;
just wenta lite farther South on business"
Helen reports her success to her sister, who
is quite delegated.
Il shall wear my pearl-grey," she says;
that is becoming is it not?"
Yes; you look like cherub i'm it,
"And when is he coming up, did you say%'
Day after Tomorrow" answers her sister,
rather abSently, and then she launches forth
on the subject of Daisy's new frOck.
And now tomorrow is here-tO-mOrrOw
hri,,ht - is ,,;th C,root a., o,", .n CIV,
ba Inv hreaths Of dir ' '''"o' Gnu
Tia,ro,. ,,,Lo boz ,,o,.io,., ,o.o e.
towers hos swami tbo rdrnin , IN Sot,iro o,t
in hor own nartinrIar So U'
hIosSoms Sba has fnishod boforo dinnns
with the eyception of one heantifnI rnso
which she has saved for her hon bo,,cbo
What is her dismay then when nm ber re.
turn. she finds that the rose has been omit.
ted. 1t is the last on the list and has been
forgotten.
Eleanor is In despair She knows the hope
lessness of finding any one to 90 for it, so sud-
denly decides to go herself. 1t is only 1T
tie way, and she will see no one. She
glances down at her dress, blue cotton one.
Well, 1t is not very dirty, and her gloves are
nice. With her huge straw hat which half
peasant In picture.
TricO, (no longer in diSgrace), bounds
after her as she opens the gate and Strolls
out along the road. 1t is five o'clock the
sun is high in the heavens. The girl finds
1t trifle warm, but then she loves warmth
like true daughter of the South.
1t is quaint little cottage that she goes to;
a pretty little flower home, and the florists
wife, comely little Mrs Price, stands at the
door, while the baby plays at her feet She
is shocked to find Miss Eleanor has walked
all the way for the forgotten flower, says
good many hard things about the careless
ness of men, and finally insists on her COM
ing in and resting while she finds the rose.
So Eleanor finds herself in the cool parlor
with a great bowl of fresh buttermik before
her which Mrs Price declares she must