San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-10-06
THROUGH DANGER ;
Or
LIFE IN AUSTRALIA.
aelress being MISS Marian McUrea.

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"And if you refuse, Mr.. PHILIP
"Then l am disinherited. We near
had high words about it last night,
when my uncle gave me until this even
ing to decide. If | refuse, | am to
troop bag and baggage inStanter from
Bathurst. Now, putting all other things
aside, Mark, it is to me cOnfOundedly
derogatory for fellow to let another
choose a wife for him. To be bought,
as it were. don't like it. It's an in
suit to mans liberty and Independent
feelings. By JOve it is.
still, Mr.. Phil, Bathurst's Bath
urst," remarked Mark, scratching his
ear, land Miss McCrea isn't so very
plain"
If she were all beauty and amiabili-
ty it would make no difference"
"Ahl" remarked the brother,
slyly, because, Mr.. Phil, of the other
things2'"
Philip Bathurst again made the air
yibrate with his laughter.
YOU'RE a cute fellow, Mark. But
you've hit the right nail on the head. l
am in love-Over head and ears-up to
the eyes-with an angel"
"They all are angels, Mr.. Phil, till
we have married them"
Hold your tongue, Mark; you can't
Judge, for you didn't know an angel.
The one | love there is not the slightest
chance of my ever seeing again. She
has vanished from me, as if, indeed,
she had been ethereal instead of earth
ly. Or did we meet, and if my uncle
keeps his word there would be just a
possibility likelihood is there
that l should find her single? Some
fortunate fellow must have made her
his wife long ago"
"Why, then, Mr.. Phil, don't you
please your uncle and marry Miss Nc
Crea?''
because l hold it dishonorable to
wed one girl while my heart is full of
the image of another, and l can never,
never forget her."
Ibid she love you, Mr.. Philip
''She said so, Mark"
"Then why did she vanish awayP"
by cOmpulsiOn, Mark. I'll tell you
all about it. You recollect when | went
to Brighton? Well, one day during my
visit as was strolling near the pier, l
heard the clatter of horses feet behind
me; knowing it to be a riding school /
did not give it my attention until l
heard the people shout. turned swift
ly and perceived one of the horses had
bolted with its fair rider. All the rest,
not needing the riding-master's angry
protest, were screaming and galloping
after her. Such a row, Mark, naturally
made the horse worse. AS to the poor
girl, she seemed paralyzed; her veil had
blown up, revealing white, set, terri
fed, but oh, so lovely face, Her eyes
were fixed straight in front, until 1
sprang forward. Then they rested up
on me, and caught the wOrds-words
like music:
"'Oh, pray save me if you cam
"a moment after the horse bore
down on me full butt. .But l was pre-
pared. l grasped the rein close to the
bit, and swung the brute round. As L
did so, the girl fell off her saddle into my
arms. But oh, the glance, she gave me
out Of her dark eyes, Mark! l was in
love from that moment. let the horse
90, for the riding-master or anybody
else to catch, while supported her who
felt was my destiny. | should have
liked to have supported her until now,
but was not allowed to five minutes.
A lot of women came chattering round,
for the girl had tainted. At the same
time carriage halted, and the lady in
it, who had seen the accident, offered to
drive her home. 1t was quite right,
but l didn't thank her. | managed,
however, to ascertain that she whom /
had saved was pupil at large school
in Brighton, and need not say, Mark,
did not hurry away from that town.
On the contrary | stopped. Again and
again l saw her who after that one
glance held such sway over me. At the
school was a good-hearted housemaid,
who, taking pity on me, carried my let
tiers and brought me answers to them.
Once she managed an interview for us
in the school-ground. | confessed my
love, l learned that my passion was re-
turned, then our interview was cut
short by signal from the housemaid.
''We parted, Mark, and since then
have never again met"
"Never, Mr.. Phil? Why, that's two
years ago!"
Exactly. On returning to my hotel
the Bedford i found a telegram
awaiting me. Myuncle had been thrown
from his horse. The injury he had sus-
tanned was, the doctor thought, not Sc
rious, but Mr.. Bathurst wanted me to
come. went, of course, writing from
Bathurst to my beloved under cover to
the housemaid, explaining the cause of
my absence, and, giving her my address,
begged her 20 reply. No answer. how