San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-07-28

Now with Helen il Is different" she
goes on, looking at him with her great, shin
ing eyes. "Shc is fond of church; she
never misses She is up stairs reading Par
Giise Lost now; she reads it every Sunday
And /, well, am good after my own fash
ion. IL does not suit many people but It
contents DOME, and that is enough for me-
She is speaking almost drfiantly. Does
she think he could find fault with her?
The young man does not say a word; he Is
gazing up at the fleecy, cIoud-fleckcd sky.
when are you going back tO-New York,
is it noty' says the girl, beginning in her
turn to catechise.
II do not know"
"Have you not finished your business. You
have been here some time; at least it seems
a long time to me" she says, with rather un-
necessary frankness.
ayes. have finished, but am m no par
ticular hurry to leave"
"By the way, what do you do? What are
yOu-butcher, baker, or candIcstick -makerP'
breaking off with a short laugh.
Neither one. | am in banking house.
My father died when | was eighteen" he
continues geographically, ''and he did not
leave me the fortune had been brought up
10 expect, but it was good, tidy sum that
did fall to me- | am living with my uncI0,
now"
And your mothPr%'
"She is dead. | told you we were not
lOng-livcd family"
But have you no sister, no brother? Are
you all alOne%'
Il have a married brother out west, that is
alp
''Why, you are even lOnelier than l." she
says, with little unconscious sigh.
He does not answer Perhaps he is wear
led of the subject.
Miss Eleanor" he says, after a pause,
Twill you go to ride with me tomorrow
nfternOon?'
She has relapsed into her former indIffer-
ence, and answers without looking at him.
81 cannot am going to walk with Mr..
Carcw"
Even as she speaks his name happy flush
mantles all her soft, round cheek.
lie notes it Indignantly. A frOwn darkens
his brow as he asks, half sneeringly, "WhO
is this Mr.. Carew? Where did he come from,
anyhow
lie is a gentleman and my friend" cries
Eleanor is not that suflicient?'
80 you perhaps" returns the other sui
lenly. 81 much confess am as much in the
dark as ever"
Il do not see why you should be-"
"lle is evidently well advanced in your
good graces, )" he says, feeling unaccOuntably
jealous.
81 do like him very WELL" speaking reso-
lutely, half deiiantly
TEL me, he cries, stung to the quick by
her words, tell me, which do you like best
he or I?'
Dead silence, save for the steady whirr,
whirr of the lOcusts.
Answer me, which is il, he or I?'
Since you ask me point blank, Mr.. Al
len" speaking indiffercntly Il will tell you.
! like Mr.. Carew infinitely better than | do
YOU"
~ on do do you" he cries, all his hopes
dashed to the ground by her cold, truthful
words. Then let me tell you he is an I'M
principled lirt. There is no good in him."
''At least" she cries angrilY, lat least he
is too much of a gentleman to SANDER an
other man behind his back, and let me tell
you, once for all, do not believe anything
but good of Dallas Carew."
She has risen to her feet, two angry car
nation spots burning in either cheek. Her
voice is not loud. but il is raised to its high
est pitch, and every word comes with clear
distinctneSs to where Dallas Carew stands,
with his hand upon the garden gate prepar-
atory to entering. He drops the latch, how
ever and turns slowly hOmeward, with a
half troubled, half triumphant, expression
OH his face.
And the girl, all unconscious Of his pres
cncc, with her usual disregard for manners,
leaves the young man and walks indignant
ly away.
And what is there for him to do but CO."