San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-13

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unrelenting reserve He wasn't slow to
take in the situation.
was young and motherless girl, un.
der the control of an old maid aunt, you
know.
1t would have been great shock to heI
poor nerves had | received attention from
the uppish Young Americas of the town.
as she termed them, as other girls Of my
age did. But ignorance was bliss with
me. had never known anything about
such things and cared less. | loved my
books, was retiring and shy in my dispO
sition. Neil, living in the house with me,
soon became q constant companion. He
was like an older brother to me. He
helped me with my studies and taught me
to ride and drive. This over attention of
Neil's to such an unpretentious creature
as | was quite disgusted the interested
daughters and anxious mothers of the
town.
Time few. was graduate with the
highest honors Neil delivered the com.
mencement address and diplomas. Twas
proud of him, but he was more so of me.
He had always called me little sweet
heart, and had treated it as little joke,
but on this occasion he kissed me sur,
rounded by my laurels. Was ever kiss
like that? He read in my tell tale eyes
that which made his heart throb with
Joy. ! afterward posed for an artist who
saw me on that night. The picture is
labeled The Sweet Girl Graduate" and
received special mention at the Paris salon
last year.
A year afterward father and | were at
Waukesha for the summer Several of
our society bellies were also there Neil
had Joined us for a short time. One
glorious evening, just as the fire flies
were trimming their lamps for the falling
shadows, he sat with me at the base of
Crescent spring and read to me The
Buried Life, by Mathew Arnold. It was
his confession to me, and to my heart
they were the most beautiful lines ever
penned by poet. As he finished read.
ing, voice in the pavilion above ne said,
and so distinctly that | could hear it;
Who is this Miss Dortch of your town?
She is beautiful and sings like night
ingaLe, but ssems Indifferent to society,"
recognized the speaker to be Blanche
Doyle, a New York woman who had spent
much of her time abroad, and who had
realized a round sum from playing
roulette at Monte Carlo. She was a typi-
cal woman of magnificent figure,
biondined hair, cosmetics in protusion,
but rather coarse featured. Dancing came
Is natural to her feet as the latest scandal
to her lips. To be stared at was the
height of her ambition and to be mobbed
by the men her acme Of bliss; yet she
possessed tact, most potent of social
qualities
Oh, she is one of the ody-goody
girls, replied one of the bellies from our
town. The men call her sweet, but con
tent themselves with admiring her from
distance, there's nothing exciting in know
ing her better. She gets in with all the
Old people, her slow ways suit them, she
wates her smiles on the pauper, and Is
styled superior woman. Dear me. These
superior "o@eH-Ao" stupid they are.
For my Tart | prefer to lELore these stiff,
yCaventiJIal laws of proPrlcty and have
a good time.
When they had gone Neil began ITO
make comparisons IN my favor lie said
/ vas truthful, innocent and pure. and
o., his confidence ii lie only death could
break He said gOOa-by to me that night,
but was happy, .,or l had promised to
marry him on my return home in the
autumn.
he E@d gone, ara Two months more OF
TIE summer Row should | spend II!
" hen that q"e&tlon'entered my mind the
tc&1PtlF entered my Heaft' Slowly OuG
surely. The conversation mad heard
SIN fingered with me. i believe ~
show these people what stupid lndlf-
terent girl can 90 when she takes no
non IHeres nothing 70 De done out
make E.y.ct e&crs lively Agreeable TO
people nave nothing better to &c. no
Iawm can come from that. surely, /