San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-14
ghe Daily eight.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER, "a. 1888.


open conversation at once, by way OF
showing she was not at all afraid.
So, How, howf" she said promptly,
having somewhere heard or read that that
monosyllable was an appropriate saluta-
ton.
The little word being a not uncommon
New England interrogative, the new
conner Respondents promptly:
by the canoe. lost my way, and the
CLEAN of your fire shining out upon the
lake drew me across to you. ! did not
know there was a lumber camp in the
neighborhood. May come to the fret
am thoroughly damp and chilled"
If he did not add, land hungry, too"
when he stood on the hearth beside her,
and the saucepan sent up its savory
fumes to greet him, his eyes said it for
him.
And Meg answered, as if he had add.
ed it:
Supper will be ready presently; my
father cannot be much longer"
She rose from her low seat and began
to set the table as she spoke.
The mans glance followed her furtively
in some surprise. She did not look like
rough lumberman's daughter this slender
young thing, moving so deity about her
homely task. Her dress was of coarse
blue flannel, and her delicate hands were
sunburnt little, up to where she had
pushed the sleeves back from the wrists.
But she might have been a dainty prin.
cess masquerading in peasant costume;
and the young Englishman had taken off
his hat, as if to a princess of the blood
He had time to take in his surround
ings while she was engaged. There was
lnan 70 Of hnl,i ,,I
through the half open doorway into
which he couA catch a glimpse of white
draperies, and which he guessed to be the
girls own chamber. In this outer one
there was bunk filled with green spruce
boughs built into the WALL and a shelf |
above it, ON which pile of books stood |
beside tobacco jar. A curiously carved |
pipe lay in front of this; and 80 narrow
was the whole space that the leaping |
flames on the hearth seemed, in their |
Pickering to and fro, to make dash at
1t and to pluck at the beard of the gro
tesque face carved upon the bowl.
The young mans eyes followed them.
by Jove!" he said, under his breath;
then, as the girl turned: II haven't my
pipe with me. see your father smokes.
Would you kindly allow me to borrow
>hisf ! assure you / would swoke the pipe
of peace, altbopgA am not an Indian"
She smiled little, peFceiYing that he
had observed her first mistake aud heff,
self put tobacco box and pipe into his
hands Il don't think papa would refuse
II n ;yygs@--though he values it, think
He
YHer guest was looking it over closely
Then be filled it, and lighted it at the fire,
suddenly lifting himself from the hearth
and stretching out his hands to her, as he
pulled away.
1.-The pipe of peace, Miss Winston"
The girl started. too utterly taken by
surprise to withdraw her hand.
"You know me, them" she cried.
II know my pipe, d" he said calmly, still
putting away.
"Your-pipe?
Rather mine until gave it to your
father at the Office. 1t was among sundry
other trifes / brought back with me from
abroad, and your father did me the honor
to accept it one day when we sat smoking
in the Office in Montreal"
II do not understand
THAT / am Godfrey Morris, Junior
member of the Montreal banking house
where your father was cashier"
A flush of pleasure frightened the girls
face. r-7- --ss---zS--,t.,.
oh, papa will be 50 delight
Then she stopped short. Would papa
be delightedH In these three months
since they had lest their village home
near Montreal, to bury themselves so
strangely here in the forest, he had
seemed to dislike every reminder of the
old life LET US have done with every
thing ABOUT it, !" he had told her abruptly.
Let US forget it while we can. We shall
not be troubled with neighbors, to ask
even who we are; but mind. we are
nobody, we come from nowhere, and we
mean to enjoy this quasi camping out
summer without one recollection reaching
back behind the July day we came"
So Montreal" or Bank" had not
once been named between them; and. as
her father had said, there were no neigh
bors to ask of their past. A stray sports
man now and then was more interested
in the trout streams, or a white fish hole.
than in the history of the surly fisher
man who had so little to say or the girl
who managed to keep out of the way.
So Godfrey Morris being her first actual
guest, Margaret Winston was apparently
bent on doing him honor.
Il have spec1led beauty of trout"
she said 81 was keeping him for break
fast; somehow | have to try to tempt
papa bit in the morning. | think he
does not sleep well, and so he has but
little appetite And-oh yes, some rasp
berries | have oontrived spring house
in shelf of rock over the brook; it keeps
everything so cool and crisp But if you
will come with me. it's only stones
throw, wen have everything for tea. |
L. r