San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-15
CONTINUED, Commenced April l2.l
THE WHITE LADY.
BY TIE AUTHOR OF Ills welded WIFE"
"a FATAL DOVER" "SIR PHILIPS
WARDS" &c.
PARTI.-RY JEAN TREDEGAR.


SILLY little one! Do you think l am to
escape all sOrrOwY'
Il wish | could keep it from you, Guy"
81 must try to keep it from you, my dar-
ling" he said softly.
Suddenly BERTHE put up her hands and
drew his tall head down to hers and kissed
him paSSiOnately.
"Oh, Guy. take care of yOurselfp' she said,
in voice so pathetic and full of tears. you
know what my life would be without you"
But all this is very sad, and, as Guy is go
ing away only for three or four days at the
most, BERTHE is silly to grieve so much.
July 4th.-Jean tells me that the parting
was very sad this morning, that BERTHE tried
to be brave, but broke down in very unac-
cOuntable manner, and that Guy himself
seemed strangely depressed. He must have
dreamed an old dream last night, for it seems
he thought he saw Jean entering his room In
a white pcigpOir, and seemed surprised that
she had not been there. BERTHE has not been
told of the dream. Guy told Jean not to
mention il to her. BERTHE made Guy promise
to telegraph to her every night and every
morning during the few days he will be away,
which seems rather childish.
July Gth.-Guy's kilograms come regularly.
Captain Gordon is better, he says, and he will
be home soon Our reheaISals have begun.
/ find my part very difficult, Milford Is so ex-
acting. | wonder il he would be equally ex-
acting as husband? What an idea! IwOn-
der what makes me so nervous in my acting
now? lie complains that don't throw fire
enough into the part; and yet can be earn
est enough when his back is turned. Can 1t
be possible that But mol know so little
L.,,s.
stranger. | will think of it no more.
July sth.-Our costumes are arrived. They
are really rdpissdntGs. ! am so glad! /
want to be ST belle on Thursday! Why? All,
well, yes own that | am coquette! want
him to have some esteem for me-admiratiOn
love!
July l0th.-Guy comes tomorrow evening
BERTHE is radiant and fits about the house
like a sunbeam. Guy will arrive just In time
for Our c0mG,lic, and his little fdncee looks
rduissdntG in her toilette of POmpad0ur silk,
her patches and powder.
have first q cOurt-dress, and then plain
gray dress with a Charlotte COrday cap. Lord
Oldham likes the plain dress best; he said it
suited me perfectly He has made sketch
CT Berthe for Guy. 1t is Just like her-much
more like than the picture Guy had done
which hangs in the gallery He made q
sketch of me also; but he would not give it to
me. lie says he will do so when have an
swered a question he is going to ask me.
What is the question, | wonderland what
will my answer be?
July llth.-I was awakened last night by
Jeanette, Berries maid, knocking for me.
BERTHE had tainted dead away, and, when she
came tO herself, seemed half deliriOus with
terror. She said she saw white bird at her
window in the night, and, as she was going
to open the window, it flew upwards. She
says Guy is III or dying. A telegram from
him has however changed the color of her
ideas, and she has just run into my dressing
room, dressed In her marQuise costume, to
tell me to hurry, that the guests are arriving,
and Guy will be here before | am coffee.
PART m-BY EVAN PALMER, NJ. D., OF
TREDEGAR.
1t is just five years ago tonight since l wit
messed the saddest scenes have ever, In my
experience as a medical man, beheld, and
which 1 can never forget. 1t was on this
evening, the eleventh of July, In the year
1S-, that there occurred that fearful railway
accident which is still recalled by the simple
village folk with horror and grief too deep
for words. 1t was about half-past seven and
q fair July evening; was In my room, dress
ing for a ball and theatricals at Tredegar,
when man on horseback came dashing up,
and in a moment Margery Dawse, my house
keeper, was knocking at my door, her face
white with terror.
For Heavens sake, sir, gov' she said al
most incOherently. There has been a rail-
way accident at the station, and number of
people are dyingp
A few words from the messenger confirm
ed her statement; the dOwn-train had dashed
into an up-train from Launceston, and the
casualties were fearful.
Take my horse and go, Doctor" he said.
'They are all at the station. Some are dead,
others are dying, and the Squire" f
He paused, unable to proceed; and, spring
ing upon his horse. dashed off, trying to
think it improbable that Guy Tredegar was
in the collision, and praying that II such had
been the case he had not been seriously
hurt Something brought to my mind Miss
Leonhardts bright face and yelyety dark
eyes, and hoped that she was spared such
sorrow. / found the little station in terri
BILE state Of cOmmotion. The collision had
been fearful one. Help had been obtained
from all quarters; but the wayside station
looked more like an ambulance than anything
else. the sufferers being placed on mattresses.