San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-07-29
This story was commenced July 9O.I
copyrighted. Al Rights ReSerued.)
OF MANY MOODS.


her up-turned face.
In Short l must play the kings fool"
she cries, half angrily. THE king is weary
to-day: he calls for his jester; thanks Mr..
Carew, but | decline the position"
Dallas laughs. well, we must not quar-
rel. Are you such an unamiable child that
you quarrel with every one, or is 1t especial
ly reserved for me?"
~ don't know" she says thOughtfully. II
don't believe I'm very amiable, but at home
they think Pm too lazy to quarrel"
Are you laZyP'
very. never do anything 1 make a
rule of never doing to-day what can put
off till tomorrow"
IAN excellent rule to carry you through
life" he says, lighting a cigarette as he
speaks.
why don't you ask me il | object to
SmOke?' she says as he takes his first puff
with evident enjoyment
Because | know you would say you
didn't There was no use of asking"
Il hate it" she cries. Throw 1t away
this moment"
. Mr.. Carew is not in the habit of being
spoken to in this manner. lie gazes at her a
moment and then filings the offending weed
away.
"Ah, certainly" he says coolly. After all
i can not say your manners are much ahead
of mine, Miss Hathwel."
But make no pretenSiOn to good man.
ners," she says, coming little closer to him
and looking up with charming smile. II
am noted for being the very rudest girl in
ChriStendOm."
He had recovered his good humOr Who
could be angry with this girl long.
Poor little girl. Has it such bad reputa-
tiOn?' he says, bending nearer and speaking
in that low CarcSSing whisper which has
made 50 many women crimson and turn
from his tender gaze.
Eleanor has flushed, too but she does not
turn away. Not 50 very little. Five feet
five is not bad height"
They are tOIling up the hill now leaving
the village behind. 1t is weariSome work
enough, but then they are neither old nor
fat and they climb ii mamtuly. The daisies
bow their little heads and die under the girls
sippered feet that tread rcmOrSecSSly upon
them, but the blackberry vines give many a
resentful pull to her muslin gown. And
now they are rewarded, they have gained
the top and the fresh air Is cooling their hot
cheeks. Below them the village lies look
ing so small, so small they can just deScTy
few pignylils figures in the dim distance.
The sun has surrendered up his mighty
power and is slowly fading; the sky is
painted fresh from natures paint-bOX with
strange bright hues COOrS that would make
one start in horror were they transferred to
canvas but which rest so tremendously
against the summer sky, the clouds float on,
the soft wind bows and the birds thank God
for it all.
Dallas has thrown himself down upon the
sward, his hat is off, his hands are idly pick
ing the long wiIlOwy grasses and as idly
flinging them away.
at is well worth the walk to feel this air,
Is it nOt?' says the girl, turning eagerly to
him.
II should think 1t well worth the walk
were ii as still as the tombs," says Dallas,
staring with half unwilling admiration at
her fair, happy face.
She sits down on the slope of the hill and
looks with true nature-lOving eyes out at the
glorious sunset.
Miss Eleanor, don't you know it's very
rude to turn ones back on ones COM
panion%'
as it?'
Dallas slowly draws up his long length
from where h. lies and comes towards her.
There is room for me here is there not?
You have not asked me but am going to
sit by you whether you want me or not"
She gives him a charming smile. 81 want
you to come and there is plenty of rOOm."
So he throws himself down beside her and
gazcS stealtI.ily upon hrr face which is fairer
to him than the red sunset
miss Eleanor" lie says after a pause,
may | ask you question:
Certainly; only do not promise to an
swer it."
at is only that your sister says you have
an especial aversion to me. Is it trueY'
The carnatiOn color he so dearly loves to
watch for has crept into her face, but her
eyes are turned away from him.
my sister is great meddler. She Is al
ways putting her fingers into other peoples
pie"
'She said" he goes on watching her mar
rowly, "she said you were not GlDdyS so
rude to other men as you have been to me-"
much she knows about It." How he
wishes she would let him see her eyes, but
they are turned reSOlutely away.
''She says you are very fond of Joe Allen.
Are your
what is it to you if | amp" Her voice is
so low he can not catch the words. The
winds are fondly kissing the straying ten
drills of her bronze, gold hair. She SHAH
turn her eyes to his He is losing his rea-
son under this all unconscious coquetry.
"Do you dislike me- ElcamorY' taking, as
he speaks, her small, shapeIy hand that Les
in all its ungloved prettiness upon her lap.
Answer me, Nelly
Still no answer. She tries to draw away
her hand but cannot
look at me. Let me see our face, child"
She turns, Obedient to his word, her face
upon him, her happy face with its soft, warm
color and great, innocent truthful eyes
eyes which are working such havoc in his
heart
81 shall not let you go till you have an
swered me" he cries, more in earnest than he
has ever been in all his eight and twenty
years.
But Eleanor starts away. A frightened
look chasing'th happy color from her face.
"Hush," she cries, striving TO withdraw
her hand. 'SOme one is coming. | hear
them. All, it is the Saunders girls, they are
coming up here for their constitutional,
suppose Come, they must not find us here.
Silvia has the longest tongue on earth"
Dallas mutters something not compliment
tary to these advancing bellies, and slowly
rises.
Come" cries the other; 'come over this
side. II 1t were any one else | should not
mind, but Silvia can not stand"
They are standing on the other side. The
Misses Saunders, with painting breath and
tagging footsteps, are slowly clambering up.
See" says the girl, looking down at the
grass grown slope, lit is not so steep here.