San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-03-24

Deg OF you, 40 nothing Of the sort.
What kind Of low adventuresses would he
take us for,"
Certainly very new order of adtentur-
ess Mrs. Roseleaf would be, and poor Perk
was certainly free from the imputation in
appearance.
perhaps he is connected with the rail
way and custom house in some way, and
might have us all arrested" continued
the elder lady.
Doris decided it was perhaps best to
keep her own counsel, and she settled
back for reverie in her corner, with her
hand laid caressingly on Trottys fat back.
What good looking, intelligent, hui
mcr0us fellow he seemed-her vis-a-visi
How s..e would like to know him and lead
him back an adoring slave to flaunt before
the envious girls at the "Lombardiaw
One met such men only in books and ON
1eeting journeys, where one lost them
again forever at the first big station.
This phase of life was really very hard.
Early dawn at Verona; here the silly
boy and girl who had travelled ten hours
together took leave of each other forever,
they supposed, and both looked grieved
out of all proportion to the occasion. Mr..
Lyman saw his little niece and her nurse
installed by the door of the waiting room,
and then went out on the platform to
fume and fret because the Montefiore car
riage had not come.
''That baby looks about the age of
ours" said Doris to her mother, desig-
mating the little contessa, of whose exist
ence she had heard nothing from its uncle.
Ecru gauZe wells are evidently the proper
thing, too. Perk, we will put Trotty on
the bench on the other side Of the door,
beside that very safe looking old dame
who is half asleep, and then want you
to come with me to the toilet room to
mend the flounce tore getting out of the
train. Mamma will keep an eye on
Trotty."
Alasl "mamma's" eyes saw only the
land of dreams while her daughter and
maid were absent.
The baby contessa becoming particu-
larly fretful, the nurse bethOught herself
of a possible pin, or too tight string and
carried the baby off to toilet room No. 2
to investigate.
At this juncture the Montefiore carriage
drove up in tremendous hurry. There
was not moment 10 lose. The Signor
Conte had been telegraphed for to go to his
son, who was very Ill, and it was only by
a miracle that they had wrung out the
time to come for the contessina. The
SignOr Conte must have the carriage in
twenty minutes, without fail.
&C.," said Mr.. Lyman to the footman,
"and take the baby from the nurse; she is
waiting at the door. You need have no
words with her, as she has been paid and
dismissed. Make haste, and don't wake
the child"
To the great disgust of the affectionate
uncle the new nurse had not been able to
come in the carriage for the baby, and he
must have a tete-a-tete drive with it.
Fortunately, it was not far. While the
man was gone for the baby he busted him.
self arranging a bed of shawls in the car
riage. big enough for the infants grand
father to repose comfortably on. "There,
hope she will sleep" he said, giving his
work a final pat
The footman dashed into the waiting
room, cast hasty, comprehensive glance
about and then gathered up the uncon-
scious Trotty as the only infant in the
room. He quietly withdrew him from
the partially overhanging draperies of the
snoring old woman at his side, whom he
took for the nurse. Madonna mia! what
a fright the old girl will have when she
finds the baby gouel 1t serves her right,
though; she ought not to go to sleep at her
post, and 1 have no time for eXplana-
tons"
Mrs. Roseleaf, on the bench opposite,
continued to sleep the sleep of the just,
and Trotty was borne away.
ga sloan Carlinn9 That iS 1uokv puf
her down gingerly, my boy, on these
shawls. All right. Avantir' and the
counts carriage dashed forward.
Before the rattle of its wheels dashed
away there began an animated scene in
the waiting room at Verona. Doris, her
toilet adjusted, sought out the cozy nest
where she had left her pet, but, to her
horror, the bird had flown. Then arose
tears and lamentations which would have
melted granite. Where was he, her dar.
ling, her beauty? She did not care if the
whole world knew he was a dog-only lei
some one return him, and he should have
any reward he asked for. Somebody ties
titled TO having seen a footman in livery
come in and take away the baby, or dog,
or whatever it was. ga case of abduc-
ton, then, and more hopeless than everp'
walled Doris. The imperturbable AbruZzi
nurse, with her baby sleeping sweetly as
an angel, blinked stupidity at the excited
people around her, understanding or car.
ing nothing about their evident distress
She only wondered vaguely why the
Signor Conte's carriage was so slow in
coming.