San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-04-19
The 1ai1Y Eight.
NIL DESPERANDUM.
BY EDWARD STAPLETON.

BY EDWARD STAPLETON.
CONTINUED from yesterdays issuel
"Lawsen," said Clayton in voice full
Of grief, 81 trusted you, as would have
trusted . son, or brother. You have
abused my confidence, l see it oil now, l
was warned by the father Of the young
lady, whom you have perhaps deceived;
you cannot be legally married to her,
since You wished to marry my daughter;
let her know the truth and
send her to me; take my ad-
vice, leave this country, for 1t
the happiness OF the greatly lamented
McLeary; I will not be responsible for
the consequences should you remain;
I forgive you the harm you have done
me. Now 20, wish yOu we'll, 60 abroad,
and be honest in future"
Lawson passed out; not q word did he
speak; perhaps remorse closed his lips,
but in all probability it was anger.
Clayton went to Emmy and told her
all he thought necessary. and very soon
after was on his way to the city.
On presenting LswsoG's Oheque At the
bank, the cashier informed Clay ton that
he, Lawson, bad that morning trans
ferred his account to another bank; the
cashier further told Clayton, privately,
that his account was upwards of
twenty six thousand pounds, which had
been steadily increasing during the last
few months.
Clayton went to his office, he and the
heads of the departments were busiiy
engaged the whole day. He returned
home late in the evening, heart-broken,
and to the enquiries Of his old servant,
said:
Eyes, 1t is too true. am ruined; we
shall have nothing but Emmy's hundred
q year, which her mother left her."
CHAPTER XII.
Remote. unfriended, solitary, slow"
Goldsmith.
love distilled by Heavens hand,
Through storm and tempest yet will stand,
And earth may raise barrier great,
But Heaven will bind those souls in state!
e. s.
A small island, so barren and desolate
that natures instinct gave its warning
to depart thence; i: WAS composed SIM
ply Of rocks, of which, when the tide
was at its height, only one, the largest,
remained above the water.
On this solitary rock, which was some
what fiat at the top, lay a young man;
his face was pinohed and drawn; he still
held, in . convulsive grasp, an oar,
which lay beside him; piece had been
broken of and put through both sleeves
of his coat, extending them horizontally,
as the clothiers in some parts OF London
do when they wish to show all they can
Of their wares; this he had used as Q sig
nal; evidently he had fallen while trying
to hail passing ship.
What pen oan describe the awful sui
ferings this poor mortal had endured,
before he became unconscious! haunted
BY the thoughts OF dear friends, who
were enjoying the comforts OF life while
he sat peering out to sea, till the last ray
OF light disappeared below the horizon;
leaving him in darkness, with all the
horrible fanoies peculiar to those who
have been without food or water for
several days. Anxiously, he would
watch for the approaching day, eagerly,
he would rise to his feet, as he fan0ied
he saw a white sail in the dim light of
the morning; frantfcally, would he wave
his signal, only to see, as 1t got lighter,
that the fancied sails were but few
fleecy clouds, which melted away before
the sun; which rose, as usual, uncOn-
scious Of the sufferiDgs Of him, who
sweltered in its rays during the long,
long day.
Could he but rise once more he would
zee an English cruiser within two miles;
here was. perhaps, the only chance he
would ever have Of seeing his loved ones
again, but he knew it not.
Suddedly he started to q sitting post
ure and looked around him with CLASSY
eyes; he saw and heard nothing but the
same blue sky and the same tapping
sound of the water, which had licked
and licked the sides of the rock, till they
were as smooth as glass.
"Surely," he said In hushed voice,
"Surely / heard her voice whisper
Nil Desperandum, am 1 dreaming?
Alas my darling! chung TO your motto,
till l could stand no longer. Emmy!
Emmy" he Dried, his voice growing
weaker, twas 1t thy sweet spirit, that
whispered those dear words to me? Art
thou an angel in Heaven, midst all that
ia beautiful, while l am here? Oh my
loved one, would that thou couldst give
me a drink of the blessed wine from
those bountious tables. Oh welcome
death! come, come relieve me-" He sat
for q few moments supporting himself
with his hands, as though waiting for
the angel, who would bear him away to
the spirit world.
He scanned the familiar sea mechanic
ally; his vision was not clear, but he
stopped suddenly with start, on seeing