San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-12-14
A CHILD OF
THE STREET rs.

ne lOVeu IHe lllIle SlIl WHO udu grown
up by his side, as man must inevitably
love what is beautiful and pure.
His affection for her was perhaps the
only true vein in his selfish, pleasure
loving character; it held her sacred in
his eyes, but did not prevent him from
pursuing other women, Of a very oppo-
site type to Mysie, when he was away
from her; yet she, too, in her way, per-
haps by habit, perhaps by strange affinity
Of souls, had grown Il necessity to his ex-
istence. He did not see that the real Sc
cret lay in the genuine love of this one
for him which all the others lacked
"well, amt you glad. MysieR l think
we're in for regular good thing"
"Oh, Gabriel, am glad you met that
kind man. and hope he may help us to
get along, only" and Mysie paused
and puckered her white brow dOubtfully.
"Only what, nowH Come. out with it.
"Only l wish you hadn't said | was
your sister. ! shall have to go on telling
the same lie every time | see this man,
and I'm certain some day to let it out.
"All right, so you can later on, don't ye
see."
Mysie only sighed.
"Some day." said Gabriel, "when I've
got real good thing at the theatre, we'll
go and get spliced, but there's no hurry
about that business. We needn't wait for
the parsons leave to love each other, Ell r
and he drew down her pale, soft face, and
looked closely and curiously into her
large blue eyes, that met his so stead
lastly.
81 don't quite understand you, Gabriel
dear. OF course sha'nt wait for anyone
to give me leave to love you. l have al
ways done that, and always shall-but, OF
course, to he your wife you will have to
marry me-"
Gould you live without me, Mysief /
mean would you be content all your life
to be no more to me than you are to-dayf
Would you be satisfied to be my sister
always, as now, and see another woman
my wifef"
He watched her changing expression
narrowly, perhaps anxiously.
.well," she said at last, and a tender,
far-away look stole into her blue eyes,
and made them dim and soft, 'that's diff
fcult to say, Gabriel. know what
mean, but the words won't come. l
shouldn't like to see another girl your
wife, and I'd rather come and live with
you altogether, because j could do every
thing for you-mend your clothes, and
cook your meals, and all that, and it
would be nice to see you pleased. But
still, if you didn't wish it, and didn't care
to marry me right off, should be happy
enough going on as we are doing now ;
shouldn't your
Gabriel laughed and kissed her pretty
bright hair.
"Oh, then you can be jealous, chi But
come along; we must be off. Well take
new track tonight, and come home
with no end Of coppers to a Jolly spread.
Come onw
And Mysie crossed her plaid shawl over
her worn dress and drew her veil over
her face.
So they stole down the rickety, broken
stairs and let themselves out into the
crowded, gas-lit streets, to earn the price
Of a supper, or each 60 hungry back to
bed.
A few days later, Gabriel and Mysie
found themselves at the door Of the
house of Signor Brunetti, director of the
Royal olympian Opera Company.
The trial of their voices did not last
very long. 1t took place in the presence
Of the director and that great master Of
the vocal art, Andrew Brevet, who, at its
close, rising from the piano, thus address,
ed them:
"You can go now, but remember, you
must be with me punctually every day at
the hour l shall indicate. Signor Bru-
netti will provide you with money and
clothes, which will render it unnecessary
for you to sing in the streets. You quite
understand, that must not happen again.
Some day you can repay him if you sue
coed. Be sure, be punctual, and steady
Goodbye, Miss Cole" added Brunetti,
as he held open the door for the pair to
pass through, fixing his bold blue eyes on
Mysie's face as she shyly babe him fare
well.
"Well, was mistaken this timei Will
they dot" asked Brunetti, turning 10 his
companion when they were alone.
Al cannot yet say, so much depends on
the personal energy of each. believe
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