San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-12-08

her poor mother there. Mrs. Danvers
cannot thank youj her heart is too full"
"But can thank him on her BEHALF"
said Ethel.
And before Leon could prevent it she
had taken his hands, but he did not raise
his eyes to hers.
SHOW did it happen, Leoni" asked Sir
Rowland.
al don't know exactly" said Leon calm
ly. 81 think she must have got too close
to the water and balanced herself.
was some distance away from the lake,
but hearing her cries, hurried to the
spot, and arrived only just in time to save
her"
brave boy!" cried Sir Rowland, again
shaking him by the hand, 1--WE shall hear
how she managed it when she comes to-"
Leon now retired to change his clothes,
but he thought he could not face Ethel
again that night, and instead Of again
coming down stairs, he went to bed.
"What a shocking accident" said Mrs.
Danvers to Ethel as they were about re-
firing; "but for merciful Providence
she would have drowned! Even now,
the immersion in the water may be the
cause of her death"
II hope it may prove so" thought
Ethel. Then aloud she said: ut may,
indeed. Let us hope it may please Heav-
en- to spare her for Rowland's sake"
When in her own room. Ethel was very
thoughtful for some time. Eventually
she commenced to pace the room.
II wonder" she muttered, whether
Leon saw met No. no. that is not likely.
l did it all too secretly for that. And
even now am foiled~ she said bitterly,
as she wrung her hands in despair.
Everything seems against me. What
am to dot Shall give up all attempts
as uselessl Perhaps it would be better
so. Perhaps it would he better for me to
give my hand to Leon, and never see
Rowland again. Yes, yes. that would be
better; tomorrow | have no doubt he
will ask me again. and this time he shall
not be denied
With these thoughts uppermOst in her
mind she retired. but not to rest. Far
from it. For hours she tossed upon her
bed, and not until the sun poured in
through the cracks in the shutters did
she fall into restless slnmber.
CHAPTER VI.
A week passed away, and Grace Thorne
had recovered and once more moved
among the guests. True, she was pale
very pale, and had wasted considerably,
but the doctor said that all she required
now was plenty of fresh air and exercise
to bring her round again.
Poor Leon had had rather a hard time
of it. Six days passed before he could
leave his bed. He had caught a severe
cold, and it was feared that rheumatics
would set in, but, happily. that fearful
complaint was arrested.
On the seventh day Leon left his room,
and going out by the back way, took a
walk in the direction of the lake.
He wanted to enjoy his cigar in peace
and quietness. 1t was most lovely day,
and Leon, as may be supposed, was de-
lighted, for he had found it anything but
jolly to be cooped up in bedroom for a
week.
Entering the summer-house, he found
1t deserted, and muttering his satisfaction
at such desirable state Of affairs, he
proceeded to stretch himself at full length
on one of the seats.
But he was not allowed to remain by
himself for long. He had not been there
ten minutes before the crunching of the
gravel told him someone was approaching.
Looking through one Of the little win
dows, he saw that the person advancing
was none other than Ethel Danvers.
She was coming along slowly and
thoughtfully. her eyes being cast upon
the ground.
She was the last person he desired to
see, but there was no help for it, for he
could not move from where he was with
out her seeing him.
Arriving at the entrance to the sum
mer. house, Ethel looked up, and then
gave great start, turning shade paler
as she did SO.
"You here, Leonr she said.
"Yes," replied Leon shortly.
"Gracious mew cried Ethel. You were
the very last person should have thought
of finding here. / thought you were still
in your ROOM"
"What made you think soi"
because not long since l inquired Of
one of the servants-no, your valet, of
course, and he said that he supposed you
were in your room, as he had visited you
two hours previously"
"Ah, i see"
"Yes. You see, leon, wanted to know
how you were getting on
"Very kind Of you, and believe me,
fully appreciate your thoughtfnlness."
"But, Leon"-seating herself beside him
-"why was it you issued instructions
that no one but Rowland was to visit
youf"
because / was very i'll and wanted to
be quiet. 1t was also the doctors direc-
tions as well as mine"
SHOW cruel of you and him! For be-
sides wishing to know how you were pro.
crossing, I-I-wished to tell you how
brave think you were in rescuing from
certain death poor Grace, whom we all
love so well"
"You think me blave3" This WAS said
in very indifferent tones.
"Brave" cried Ethel; "brave is hardly
the word"
at is only what any man would have
DONE"
n can't say that, for all men are not so
brave as you. And how singular it is
that Grace cannot recolect how she man
aged to tumble in. All she seems to re-
member is that she heard great rush
ing sound, and then that she found her.
calf a., tha