San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-06-12
This story was commenced June II


There is something beyond idle form,
you will find, dearest, in freemaSOnry if the
power is tested. do not fear that it will
fail; unless he would have his evil deeds
blazoned to the world, he dare not disre-
gard my wishes. Why, don't know that
we could not makeyOu ward int hancery."
'Oh, don't DO that! | have heard that
whatever Chanccry gets hold of it never
gives up again.
Mr. PenfOld smiled.
''Chancery would be without appreciation
II it could let you go after once having had
the happiness Of holding You in bondage"
Ally came back crying. She had broken
her dolls leg, and nothing would do but
that 1t should be set and properly splinted-
. matchbox and some tape serving for
surgical purposes.
Peace being restored, Mr.. PenfOId took a
tender leave of both Dorothy and Ally, and
left them with light heart.
He afterwards wondered that no warning
voice had whispered to him that harm
would come to his dear ones.
Dorothy watched him away with tear
dimmed eyes, the strange fOrebOding still
weighing down her heart with a giants
hand.
Taking little Ally's hand, she went up to
the nursery, and tried to busy herself with
some needlewOrk, but the hours dragged
heavily, and she got nervous and trembed
at every sound.
Now Pierce had left Ally in her charge,
she felt umeaSOnably anxious about the
child, and would not allow her out of her
sight.
Towards dusk she went to her room with
Ally In her arms.
As she went along the passage, woman
In dark cloak stood back to let her pass.
The light was dim, yet Dorothy knew the
woman was stranger, so she paused and
said:
Pardon me, you do not belong to the
house, believe. Tell me, which of the SER
wants do you come to see?"
81 am a relation of Agnes GarLh's. l am
waiting for her now How is the little lady?
Give me kiss, Miss Ally"
The child looked closely at the woman
for the first time and uttered shrill scream.
at is the dream woman, Miss Snow. Send
her away"
The woman, who was young and remark
ably handsome, shrank back, her dark eyes
flashing angrily.
Dorothy FASTENED to her room, trying as
she went to sOOthe Ally's terror.
The child was shaking with fear, and, as
If it were contagious, Dorothy trembled too,
and felt afraid of she knew not what. She
wished the night had passed, and decided
to keep Ally up till about nine, and then go
to bed with her.
While she was dressing, she gave the
child her beautiful cross to play with to
quiet her, and old Agnes tapped at the door.
Come in," said Dorothy, pausing, brush
in hand, Just as she was about to smooth
Ally's dark curls.
81 nave come to fetch Miss Ally. Jane
wants to battle her early,as she and friend
are going to Cardiff to see the circus to-
night"
81 will battle her and put her to bed,
Agnes"
ut will be troubling you too much, Miss
Snow. Come Ally, don't keep Jane wait
Ing"
mo, Ally, you must not go. Pardon me,
Agnes, but Ally is in my charge, and it is
my pleasure to attend to her."
Like nursemaid" said Agnes trife
insOlently.
my dignity cannot suffer in your masters
service. l have decided. You need not
wait"
Agnes went away, silent but wrathful.
The woman still waited I'm the hall.
ut Is no use, my dear, you can't see the
child tonight The gOyerness, as she styles
herself, won't allow the child to leave her a
second. Masters orders, like enough"
Course himp'
Hush, my grill someone will hear you.
Remember curses, like chickens, come home
to roost."
The woman looked dreadfully disappoint-
ed, and bit her nails viciOusly.
But go away early in the morning, we
perform at Gloucester in two days time, so
shall not be able to see Ally again. 1t is
hard 1 may not have access to my own
child"
at is hard, grant you, Alison; but you
brought the punishment on yourself"
81 have a good mind to take her away by
force. She is but baby, have right to
her."
you forfeited that right when you wrong
ed her father. Surely you would not make
him suffer more than he has done already?
He dotes on the child; her loss would drive
him mad"
IL wish 1t would. I'd have him writhe in
torrents. l hate himP
"You cruel woman, Alisonl He is right
to keep the child from you, il he wants to
make good woman of her."
Hell never do that, she has got too much
of the wild gypsy blood in her veins. She
Is the very spit of father"
"More's the pity. What my sister, poor
soul, could see in that man, can't make
out"
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