San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-15

My first glance showed me that for him
there was no hope. He was sensible, and
gave me faint smile.
Don't waste your time here, Palmer" he
said, in faint low tones; there are others
who need you. | am-dyingl Rush-Old
fellow! Don't grieve. | am sure-l saw
and he smiled agan-'the White Lady the
night-before left town"
All my entreaties TO be useful to him were
In vain.
Their need is greater than mine" he said
$50 to them, Palmer-Only tell me before
you go if-yO think shall live until Berthe
comes"
He smiled at my eager Alternatives; and
went out to do my best for the sufferers, re-
turning to him in an hour. His spine had
been injured, and already the lower limbs
were paralyzed. He looked up eagerly.
Palmer, why dOsen't Berthe come? shall
die without seeing her-pOOr little one!
should have been thirty tomorrow, Even
you see the White Lady keeps her word"
Even as he spoke, the sound of horses
hOofs and carriage wheels suddenly stopping
reached us.
That is Bertie!' he said; and in minute
she was kneeling beside him, her face hidden
on his breast.
Mrs. LeOnhardt and Miss Tredegar were
with her; and even in that scene of distress
could not help being struck by the contrast
between their gay dresses and the misery and
suffering around. Miss LeOnhardt was dress
ed like Louis XVI. marquise, her hair pow
dered and little patches OIL her fair face, from
which every shade of color had departed;
but she was quite calm.
Mrs. LeOnhardt looked at me questioning.
ly; but could only shake my head in silence.
Guy, from his pillow. smiled at her, and held
out one hand to his sister Poor Jean Tired
egar! The beautiful dark face looked in its
anguish as If il were turned to stone; the
girls tall slim figure. quantity dressed in
straight simple gray gown, white kerchiet
knotted around her throat seemed bent and
bowed under the load of her despair. She
was thinking. she told Inc afterwards, of her
brothers parting words to Miss LeOnharlt
few days previously Heaven help you, my
child! Were they prophetic? Softly came
Bcrtie's voice breaking the silence.
do you suffer much, my deareStr'
Not much, mignOnne-a numbed senSa-
ton, that is all. Palmer says shalt not suf-
fer"
THANK Heaven! Have you anything to
say to me, Guy? Is there anything can do
or continue for your
How silver-clear the sweet tones were!
"Yes-much. BERTHE you know | was
warned of this. | saviour White Lady-SO
made my will in town. 1'redegar is yours,
my darling! BE kind to our people there
when you can't will hurt you yet while.
Come and live there-and do my work; and,
my dearest, il you ever bring some one there
to help and guide You'll shall be glad to
knOw-that you are happyr'
She raised her eyes to his in mute reprOach.
1T Is hard for you, my poor pet, he said,
''but not harder than for others. All, BERTHE,
there is so mucl 10 do and so little time to do
II in! II | had known All, well, my
half-day'S work is done! Hush, BERTHE!
Don't grieye-pOOr dearw
She bent over him and kissed him in ST.
ience.
Take care of auntie Gracie-I leave her
to you; and, Berthe Who is that? Old
ham! Don't look so grieved, old fellOwp
'Oh, Guy would have died for your he
said, bending over him, his very lips pale
with anguish.
Dear old friend, it is better thus Mrs.
LeOnhardt you will make him happy. Ber
tie"-with faint happy smile
"YOnder the slver-fOOted light
Is stealing along the sand
MtgnOnne, can you sing it fOrme just once"
Gould she? All, wOman's love, so strong
and true Softly the rich voice rose, tremu-
lOus at first then growing firner as she went
on
Heavy, heavy the laden net
Weary the fishers be:
The stormy hair of the wind is wet
And he daSheS his tears in the sea.
Drenched with the cold and angry night,
Pull, brave hearts, for the land;
YOnder the slver-fOOted light
Is stealing along the sand
Toll for little moment yet,
Sad heart, aching brow:
Loose not hold of the straining net
1t will soon be over now.
Higher and higher the sunbeams climb;
Fear not, We Sea-beat crew!
One who faced the storm i'm His time
Is waiting to welcome you"
Her voice failed, and her head sank fol-
ward on his breast. He laid his hand tender
ly on the bowed head.
Thanks, darling-raise me little. Old
ham, tell my peOple-that ask-nay, claim
all their allegiance, all their love for BERTHE.
MignOnne, where are you? 1t is getting
dark cannot see you. Do you remember,
little one, &c Qite-Dieu gdrde-est bien
gdrdeS''
His head fell back on the tender arm which
supported him; he opened his eyes with one
loving look at her; she pressed her lips to his
with one last lingering kiss; and Guy Tred-
egar, the gentle, noble, and true, was dead.
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