San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-14

! - Is IL luts size dShtu, III an aWt-SITuCh
voice so full of pain that Mr.. Paliser grew
| very grave
Miss Leonhardt," he said, you don't
really give moments serious belief To any
thing so absurd? II Guy were here, he would
indeed laugh at YOU
but Guys father?'' questioned Berthe
shivering.
Died at twenty-seven, and his grandfath-
! er when he was a year younger" answered
the clergyman. "A strange coincidence
doubtless, but nothing more! Here comes
| Guy; he looks like dying, does he not, Miss
| BertiC?'
Regardless of appearances, BERTHE sprang
| to him and chung cOnvulSvely to his arm.
What is it, my child?' he said anxiOusly;
| then, guessing the cause of her agitation, he
laughed gay ringing laugh. You foolish
little woman, must indeed Scold you if you
are going to have Mysteries at all our legends ~
She drew a long SObbng sigh of terror, and
then, looking up, seemed to gather strength
| from the proud honest eyes looking into hers.
Oh Guy, forgive me; but such a strange
| presentiment of i'll came over me as | listen
| ed! See-l am better now. / am not afaTid
when you are near" she went on, as Mr..
| Paliser moved away; You are so strong, Guy
bear with me-"
Guy drew her away to a deep oriel window,
and there stopped and pressed long tender
kiss on the fair pale brow.
Il hope you will never have a care you will
not let me bear for you, mignOnne," he said
gently. Still | am grieved to think that
foolish picture has upset YOU
Secure in the curtained recess, Bertie's
head sank upon his breast.
You are not angry, Guy" she whispered.
Angry with you, Bcrtic?'
See" she went on-'put your hand close
TO my heart and feel how it beats Such a
strong hand! An, Guy, as your hand is
stronger than mine, 50 is your heart Drawer!
The thought she shuddcred-"w too
dreadful"'
As the days slipped by, BERTHE won hcrway
closer to every heart at Tredcgar. Our grand
mother Lady Kilmaine had taken the great
est fancy to her ever since BERTHE, with her
graceful foreign courtesy, had stopped to kiss
the withercd ieweled hands Guy seemed to
live only for her, and laviShed on her so
many beautiful gifts that BERTHE said laugh
ingly she could start jewelers. shop; but q
shade fingered on the fair young face which
never wholly left ii, a sort OF unSpOken dread,
which always seemed to haunt the great
brown eyes. was perhaps the only one who
noticed it, and il may have been fancy, for,
in reply to my question, You are happy, lit
tie sister?' BERTHE would look at me question
ingly, and laugh as she replied, Happy!
Was ever any one so happy?'
PART H--BY GABRIELLE LEONHARDT.
June 9Th, IS. 1t is now several days
Since we came to IrrIegar, and until now
have neglected my journal Shamcfuly; but
one is so happy in this dear old house that
one does not perceive how the time passes.
Still it was very wrong of me not To have
written my impressions de rOydgG before
they had evapOrated, especially as this is my
first visit to this pcrJidC Albion. Decidedly
my impressions are favorable ones; and
nave come to the conclusion that when we
in France say that England has bad climate
and is never without fog or rain, we do not
know what we are talking about Why, here
in Cornwall the sky is as serene and the sea
is as blue as they ever are with us. and, as |
am writing, the midday sun is pouring in at
my windows making my pretty room so
bright and cheerful! We have been at
Tredegar ten days it is charming place.
The house stands on a rock, and from one
side we can see the sea and the vessels: from
the facade of the house we can see the park,
which is very extensive. The sea kisses the
feet of the rock in weather fine and soft as
this is; but Jean says that in the winter it
rOarS and daSheS against it furiOuSly. Jean
is charming also. She is beautiful brunette,
a little grave perhaps, but so diStinguee!-
while Guy is the beau-ideal of gentleman.
Dear Guy! He seems so happy, and is so
handsome and so good that, if he loved any
other woman but BERTHE, | should be enviOus
of her; but BERTHE is worthy of any love.
There are several guests in the house, none
of whom are remarkable save Mr.. Paliser,
a clergyman who was at TTedegar when Guy
was born, and who loves him as if he were
his own son. There are some cOllege-frendS
of Guys too, typical English, and one Lord
Oldham, who, r 81 jolt gdrcOB as well as BON
pdrti that it aStOnisheS me that he is not al
ready married. But | hear the luncheon
gong going, SO-bdStd!
June Sth.-I love England more and more
The English seem colder than we are, but,
an fond, they are 50 good! Must | acknOwl-
edge that it seems to me that they are more
sincere than we are-at least, than our nation
is? They flatter less, for example. | have
never heard Guy pay BERTHE one compliment;
/ have never heard him praise her bedlLE
yelCD and her lovely voice; yet he loves her.
Then there is Lord Oldham! If my society
did not give him some pleasure, would he
seek it 50 constantly? And yet not cOmpli-
ment, not phrase which one is 50 used to
hearing! think like these English; but
then, since | married an Englishman, | am
more than half English. Sometimes | think
nay, hope that it will be my destiny to
marry another. wonder If there is any one
in This hOusa whom dear Mr. Iannbardt
would have wished me to marry. i was
thinking to-day of his last words to mel
shall be so glad to think, Gabrielle when /
am gone, that you are a happy wifer'
June l5th.-TO-day rather q strange thing
happened. Going into Bertie's dressing
room Just before luncheon, found her i'm
fit of hysterical crying. Something extra
ordinary in our quiet Bertel She could give
no reason, except that she felt low-spirited.
/ thought she had quanelled with Guy; but
no! Besides, he loves her far too well to
quarrel over anything. So think it is too
much happiness!
June 2Sth.-At last have something def
mite TO write about. Until now there has
been such round of gaiety and fun, such a
repetition of dancing, riding, driving, and
singing, that my diary would have been day
after day the same thing but for bit of news.
We are going tn have some theatricals on the
18th, which is Guys birthday, and ball aft
er. There was much deliberatiOn about the
cOmedie we were to act; and at last Lord
Oldham said he would write one for us,
founding it on an incident in tie life of Mad
anne de LautremOnt, who was beauty in the
reign of Louis XVI. and an ancestreSs of his.
1t is chiefly this-that having been reduced