San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-07-23

! was there after ALL
! Was hep how glad she is that "RdS e
las kindly screens her face.
| ale came quite latr-with Miss Stanley.
What pretty girl she is To be sure"
I'm very tired: think will 90 10 bed"
! says Eleanor, rather abruptly. Goodnight
| DOME. We will finish our book tomorrow"
So she leaves them.
| ~ have been a fool" she tells herself, as
she brushes her hair rather savagely, "a
Blind fool; but he told me he was not in
vIted."
1t is Sunday morning The minister is in
fever of Impotence to get off, and is turn
| ing things generally upside down. Upstairs
Helen Is putting the last finishing touches to
her toilet, while Daisy, very much impressed
by the spOtleSs cleanliness of her white
frOck, sits in state on high chair, firmly
grasping her mammals prayer book.
Eleanor stretched on the bed in her loose
morning wrapper looks thoroughly comfort
able and happy. Mrs. Rodney is extremely
particular 10 keep the Sabbath day holy.
Not once during all the twelve months of
the year is she absent from her corner of the
front pew, and Daisy, who is certainly be-
ing brought up in the way that she should
go, generally accompanies her, to yawn
through the service and sleep through the
sermon. A good woman is Helen Rodney.
But for Eleanor, my pretty Eleanor, she l
can give no recommendation for goodness.
She goes or STAYS as she pleases. Once only
did Mr.. Hathwell demonstrate with her;
then she put both arms about his neck, and
looking up at him with her wistful, pleading
eyes, said: "a do not like you half so well In
the pulpit DOnic. like your private per-
sOnal sermons, and If people do think I'm a
bad girl what does 1t matter when you know
betterP' And the minister did not say any
more.
Are you going to church this morning,
Nell?' questions Mrs. Rodney, half severely.
"If so, it is time you were beginning TO
dress"
well no, think not" says the girl, re-
gardng her little SlippCred feet with re-
markable interest. You see. Its so warm to-
day. What hOrrid weather we are having,
no spring at all
81 think you ought to go. You have not
been for three Sundays"
slave nOtY'
"GOOd'by," says her sister, shutting the
door rather violently, and joining her uncle
in the hall.
After while Eleanor goes down in the
study. The minister has placed on the table
with anxious care column of sermons with
the page turned down at one "On the duty
of going to church." She smiles as she
looks at the dusty volume. So like DOME.
But she does not read it, She lays II down
and opens her own book, alas! not sermon
Very little has she read when a shadow
comes between her and the window, and in
another moment Dallas Carew is beside her.
She looks down at her toilet a trife con-
fused. Her grey wrapper, however becOm-
ing, is not just the thing to receive a gentle
man in.
What are you readng?' he questions
She has put her hand over the book, he can
not read the title.
"YOu will be shOcked-it is not a Sunday
book" She looks at him half shyly. He
is longing to surprise flash of that pretty
red color into her face. lie has learned TO
watch for it quite eagerly.
81 promise not to be shocked"
"But think-only think of it-a minister's
niece staying at home on Sunday and read
ing / do not believe | will show it to
you"
"Is it so very bad?' he asks, amusedly.
mo, not so very There, you may see,"
and she holds the book before him.
"Dd,tieI DerOndd! Why assure you |
am quite relieved. | expected to see Vol
taire."
Il never read French when ! can get En-
glsh; but tell me, how did you know | was
here Have you heard that am such a bad
girl and never 90 to church%'
"NO; but saw your sister and uncle and
so basely slipped out to come and SEE you"
did your dhr pretty color comes now.
"HOw good of you. You must stay long
time, for am so lonely"
"kwish | could, but do you know why / |
came? came to say gOOd-bye."
'YOu are not going awayw she exclaims,
with little gasp.
"YeS-fOr three weeks"
''Oh, not for good. am 80 glad"
'Are you really gIad?' (bcndng quite close
to herr. Really glad" will you miss me%'
perhaps"
81 know YOU will miss me-" he says trium-
phantly. you are sorry am going. see
you are"
"What do you mean" she cries, almost
angrly. AT | am sorry you are going, it is
only because you proved little excitement
to me, but Oh the whole am glad you are
going, for ! am getting tired of you, any
way"
~ on areg'
eS At hrSt | thought you were nttle
different, but it seems you are just as foolish
as the rest of them"
Thank YOU"
And now, IL you are going, i wish you
would 90 now, for don't want them to find
me talking to you in my wrapper, but you
didn't give me time TO change it."
"Pm glad didn't you look so pretty In 1t
But it is time | was going, as | must say
goodbye to Miss Stanley"
pray ga l don't wish to detain you"
lie comes to her, taking both her hands,and
looks at her with curious expression In his
dark eyes.
"ln spite of all your cruel, wicked little
speeches believe you are sorry am going,
and please don't forget me, and don't firt
while | am gone, Nelly"
Pray who gave you the right to call me
Nelly" cries the girl, flushing Indignantly.
You are very lmpertinent, and as to flirting,
shall do just as please"
Pardon me, Miss Hathwell Good-byep
She takes up her novel again, but the
charm has fed. So she throws It down, and
then, (oh, little vanity, she looks at herself
in the mirror and thinks:
at Is becoming to me, and my slippers are
lovely"
At the same time the Professor was seeing
his friend off.
Goodbye, Carew. Don't flirt with any
pretty girls down there. You've as much as
you can manage up here"
"Oh, assure you haven't even singed
my victim"