San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-12-29

lips. There are other ways OF dealing
with refractory girls, Eben, than those
you have named"
Mr.. Orcutt looked admiringly at his
wife, who had been matron of an orphan
asylum before he had married her, and
then he went out to hitch up the horse
to bring LOttie home
But when they reached the stuffy lit
tie back parlor at the rear of Mrs.
Mounts shop, the dingy cage was empty,
the bird had flown.
where's Lotte?" shrieked Mrs.
Mount looking under the sofa and be-
hind the cupboard door.
And echo-and echo only-answered:
"WhereP"
At that same moment, pretty Lottie
herself, who had seemed to blossom
suddenly and spontaneously into beauty
as the white scroll of a lily unfolds in
the sunshine, or a rosebud suddenly
opens into crimson perfection, was talk
ing to Maurice FitzgiDbon himself in
the shadow of a hedge Of hlacs half
mile away, with no spy nearer than the
silver eye Of the evening star.
Yes" cried Lortie yehemently, 81
will marry you if you will take me away
from this place! Let me 90 to Italy.
Make an artist of me-"
And so she married the young heir,
and they disappeared quietly and mys-
teriously as floating shadow, and no
one knew what had become of poor
luckless little Lottie Orcutt
Maurice is so eccentric" said Mrs.
General FItzgibbon. who, like Mrs. Or
cult, was only 4 step-mother. 81 never
can pretend to know of his goings and
comings. But, of course, he will not
remain long away from the Manor
House"
But the years glided away. and still
Maurice FitzgibbOn did not return. And
then a rumor came that he was married.
TO some italian princess, suppose"
said Mrs. General Fitzgibbon. II shall
be delighted to welcome a new mistress
to the old Manor House"
Which was by no means the truth.
She's an artist, Pm told," said Mrs
General Fitzgibbon; "quite genius.
Models in clay, and dashes off charcoal
sketches and all that sort of thing. l
do adore artI'
And when, one golden September
evening, Maurice Fitzgibbon brought
his bride home, tall regal creature in
black velvet, with ruche of creamy
lace around her throat and a diamond
clasping it, Mrs. General Fitzgibbon
never recognised in her the saucy shop
girl who had given such mortal offence
by delineating her in colors that were
too true
Until Lottie recalled the fact to her
memory.
Mrs. General Fitzgibbon scratched
the end of her nose with her fan.
my dear" said she, lone never sees
the point of joke against ones self.
you know. And was very cross old
woman-and you, my dear, are pro-
dizzy of art. ="
Lottie smiled Mrs. General Fitzgib-
bon was wiser, it seemed. in her genera
ton than the children of light. She
knew that it would not do to risk any
quarrel with the heirs wife.
Mr.. and Mrs circuit were sitting by
the fire of logs, when the door opened,
and tall perfumed apparition of black
velvet, golden curls, and flashing dia-
monds foated in.
'.It's Mrs. Fitzgibbon?' cried Mrs.
circuit, feeling to see if she had her best
cap on.
ats our Lottiew exclaimed her hus-
band.
So fate had arranged matters at last.
There was Araminta, who had succeed
ed in the dress-making business and
Rachel. who had distinguished herself
as a schoOl-teacher, and Eliza, who had
set types-and little LOttie, whom Mr..
circuit had been so puzzled about And
Lottie was the great lady of the family,
after ALI