San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-22
CONTINUED. Commenced April 2l.l
GUYS CHORISTER.

nave an organ unupr ms command mas been,
ever since ne lost this one, the dream of his
life; but he would not consent until the com
mittce promised to transfer his salary as
pension Ia the old man. 1t was not that he
did not need the money, goodness knows
for Guy is as poor as a church or cathedral
mOuSe-but that, as he said, he could not de-
prive another of his daily bread while he
could earn enough to keep himself without
taking il. Though the news was broken as
delicately as possible to old Luttrell, | be-
lieve he ragged furiously, heaping all the
blame on poor Guys head. The matter of
the pension was to be kept profound secret
but some interfering person with, | suppose,
amiable motives told him its real source, and
his anger was redOubled. lie is too mean,
and perhaps too poor, to refuse the money;
but ever since, with all the malignIty of a
small cOwardly nature, he has hated the man
who was kind to him; and he has said, and
shows in every look towards him, that, if he
can injure him, he will"
FideS ShuddCred
II could almost find it in my heart to wish,
TheO, that Guy were utterly commonplace,
and that We had him safely beside us"
Her companion laughed.
and paradOXical as it may appear, my
dear, in that case you would quickly wish
him back again"
Guy Hallam sat alone in his lodgings His
room boosted no spare comfort; the walls
were bare and the windows umShaded bycur
tains. The one handsome piece of furniture
in it was a piano, and on it stood a large
photograph of young girl with irregular
features and small slight figure.
On this summer evening Guy was in no
state to notice his surroundings, whatever
they might be. He sat with his elbows on
the uncovered table, his face hidden in his
hands. The daylight had almost ebbed
away, and there was dusk the room; but
he needed not the growing darkness. lie
was on the eve of failure in the dearest hope
of his life, and was more miserable than he
had ever been before.
He raised his head at last, and with a
weary gesture put back the hair from his
brow. He looked ont at the glimmering
twilight, and everything in life seemed like
1t, dim and dreary, ghOStly and uncertain.
With heavy sigh he rose and lit candle
that stood near. Then he paused before the
portrait that stood on the piano, and, look
ing intently at it, spoke as if the figure it con-
tanned were alive.
you only know" he said, show hard it is
for me to have success within my grasp and
fail. You only, from whom all my inSpira-
ton has been derived can tell how high my
hopes for the future have scared. Oh, it is
i'll to bear! Only yesterday was dreaming
such dreams, was building such fairy castles,
and tonight they lie shattered beside mel
Truly think young ChattertOn did wisely
hon, h..I Ii
and Silenced the malicious tongues that SIAN
dered him by pennyworth of poison. What
does life hold worth having for me? Why
should waste my love on you, cold-hearted
Fides, who took part with my grandfather
against me, who inherited my inheritance
though Heaven knows never grudged you
that-and won the love of the old man loved
you, who offer me charity, and would pass
me by with averted looks if we met? Why"
A timid knock at the door interrupted his
reverie.
"Mrs Pearman, suppose" he muttered-
though it is not like her knOck-Or some
other kind friend come to repeat to me that,
because at last even my vanity has found my
cantata unworthy of production, have got
rid Of and probably murdered the proposed
principal performer in it! Come inw he
added roughly, seating himself again by the
table.
The door was gently opened, and the in
truder stood shyly on the threshold.
Guy Hallam held the light high and sur
veyed his visitor. The feeble rays of the
candle fell on the figure of boy clad in tat
tered garments and broken boots. lie had
closely-crOpped black hair. and from dark
skinned face strangely bright eyes looked
nut He Stpnd timidly silent his old cloth