San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-07-12

cray CONFESS 1 nad peen anxious to meet
aer, for knew Macray was very fastidious.
She was slightly above the medium height
with a very pretty figure, dark hair and
brown eyes Her manners were charming,
but then no one could reside long with Macray
without insensibly acquiring that character
istic.
After dinner, Macray and fingered over
our cigars talking over old college days.
Finally, at Macray's suggestion, we adj
journed to the library. 1t had originally
been. was told, an artists studio, the prin-
cipal light coming from above; but there
were also windows on two sides There was
an enormous fireplace, with logs ready to be
lighted. and easy chairs were scattered about;
several beautiful paintings hung on the
walls with here and there delicate etching:
and as for books, they were everywhere A
true book lovers paradisel Macray and
we're so busy looking at his beauties" as he
called his books, that we did not hear slight
step
"May I come inf"
"Ah, Madge, is it youi It Is too bad to
hare neglected you but you know when
get among my books l generally forget
everything else"
"Yes, | am getting decidedly Jealous of
them" said his wife.
We'll. Madge, we will Join you in Just two
minutes must show Jack that Cruikshank
| picked up in London"
''Only that one, remember" and she left us
Macray had taken down q small portfolio
and was showing me a sketch by that in
, imitable caricaturist in his best manner Il
was that of a parish beadle-he must have
been the original of Mr.. Bundle looking at
some small boys who had unfortunately
dropped a marble during service in church.
| remember laughing heartily at the wonder
full expression in the eyes of the beadle; the
artist had thrown into them a whole world
of comicality. Not hearing Macray speak
for few moments, | looked at him and
was surprised and shocked to see that his face
was blanched and with the hardest look of
despair on it that ever saw. He had with
drawn foot or so from me and had the ap-
pearance of listening. was on the point
of asking him if he was i'll, when heard
steps in the outer hall and an odd wheeling
sound as if somebody had the asthma The
door was presently pushed open and an old
setter crawled into the room. The noise was
now -xplained-it was the old dog. l again
looked at Macray; the look Of despair had
faded out of his countenance and he was
once more himself.
THAT is a capital illustration Of Cruik-
shanks genius, is it notl" he said, coming
hastily to me.
ut Is So" replied
Just then we heard music, and such music!
at is Madge playing. Come" and his face
was aglow with emotion. 1--WE will Join
her." We did so.
"If there is one thing, Mrs. Macray, shall
insist upon it is that my wife shall be able to
play on the piano." | said, when she had fin
ished piece by Rubinstein.
"You are right, old boy" said Macray. IT
do not think | could exist without music;
one needs it almost as much as meat and
drink"
We talked late into the night; but all gath
erings must break up some time, and at
half past L. followed Macray to my room.
1t was on the second story, only a short dis
lance from the one occupied by himself
Feeling very tired, hastily undressed and
went to bed 1t did not take long for me to
pass into the land of dreams.
was awakened by heavy weight press
ing on my chest. Half awake, tried to
push the something away, when my hand
was seized and bitten. Reused into full con-
seriousness by the pain, l put forth all my
dud luT6W Tue sOuleluluS Oh Inc
Ded and scrambled to the floor By the aid
of the moonlight | saw that my unknown
assailant was not some gigantic monkey, as l
had suspected, but a small, understood man.
'Who are your said, land what DEVILS
game are you playing with mer ,
There was no answer. but Kissing as Of
kettle boiling over came from between his
teeth had but lately seen "Dr- Jekyll and
Mr.. HYDE" and visions of the latter came
! wildly to my mind I managed TO reach
the table and to light a candle. At this the
man, with some incoherent gibberish, rushed
at me- i had thought | was strong. but,
whether owing to the terror of the sit
uation or what, this iend incarnate
had me by the throat and was
oh, helpl-kilIing me! | remember istrug-
Cling and writhing. but all to no purpose;
and then a choking, burning sensation, and
then all was blank
When came to found was once more
In bed The candle was still lighted, and
| saw Macray sitting on chair near me, with
| his head buried In his hands A slight move
ment on my part caused him to start.
Are you better, old fsllowT' 's
YES" answered; ais it goneF"
He seemed 10 understand, for be saId SIM
ply, ''Yes"
''What-or Who-was ftf"
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