San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-02-14
At EVHNTIDE.
There Shall be Light.
by EDWARD sTAILEToN.
Written Tor the LIUHT.
lCnmmcnced Saturday. February Ill
by EDWARD sTApLEToN.

Every village has Its gossip and
Hazel wood proved no exception to the
rule, for one less beautiful than Marian
| ITO say the leHst) in confidence OF course,
| told a neighbOr over cup OF scandal
beverage, called tea, the story OF Honest
WHIPS proposal to Marian before her
fathers death, and great deal besides
which had no foundation.
Great oaks from little aOorns grow
Wise and true saying, and gossip SEED
thus sown, slowly and unobserved,
sends forth its slender stem which by
careful nursing natures, and spreads Its
long limbs on every side threatening
destruction to the tender plants that
grow beneath Its shade.
Since her fathers death, Lillian felt
uneasy whenever Harry and his boats
were out, for hours she would sit by the
sea.shore with her knitting, watching
for his return.
Time never seemed so long AS when
she frat saw the white sails rising above
the horizon, until the ksels grated on
the sands and she found herself In her
husbands strong arms
Three months OF unolouded bliss
passed swiftly by. Bliss! which alas
seldom exists In most OF the unions OF
the present day. Bliss which lives and
thriyes only 10 the atmosphere OF con-
tentment, and bliss which love only
can generate and fan into flame. lt 10
Gift OF heaven savOrlng OF Its birth
place-whither 1t leadeth those on
whom 1t rests.
Happy were our hero and heroine
possessed OF sucb s gift, every wish was
anticipated, every look spoke burning
words OF love, ard every kiss seemed II
binding seal OF ernsl fidelity.
But whispering tongues can poison
truth. And to be wrath with
those we love.
Doth work like madness In the BRAIN"
"Three months is 1t possible"
thought Harry, as he walked towards
n cottage wherein lay a sick friend, who
had sent for him that evening.
Three months IL seems but week
since Lillian and | stood In yonder
church,
He wore happy smile as be raped
ut the door of his co-fishermsn; Ii was
his last, for an hour later two men, with
faces pale with fear for what they had
told him, let Harry out OF their door.
There was nc response to the good
night mate" Sorrow had sealed his
lips. Hush!
with sad heart he entered his once
happy home. Lillian, who had retired,
lay dreaming OF the past.
"William," she said aloud, the old
scenes prssing through her mind, 81 like
you very much more than sll-dearer
to me-Harry-"
Harry, who stood by her bedside,
trembled when he heard the broken
sentences, an evil thought presented It.
self but he banished it. The words that
had escaped her, were - him, COntir-
nation OF the things he had heard.
AS he stood looking at her now tran
Gull face he remembered the storm, her
her fathers death, and the look OF pain
on Wills face. when he cried, my poor
Lillian"
He wished then that, instead OF one
green mound, there had been three in
the little church yard.
With deep sigh he turned away
tore leaf from his pOCket-boOk and
wrote:
Dearest, still dearest, Lillian:
have heard much from the village,
and In your dreams this night, the
secret OF your love for VIII came from
your own lips. My heart is broken, |
dare not speak to you OF your love. am
not brave enough. | could not bear 1t.
Tomorrow shall be far away from dear
Hazel wood; dear, because it holds my
life: the only woman | can ever love.
Take care of our child, II 1t lives, and
dare ask when you look upon Ii at
some future day, that you'll remember
me. HARRY.
Regretfully he sealed the soTrow'ul
letter and placed IL on the table near the
bed, little dreaming what pain it would
give 20 the pure Lillian.
with the tenderness Of one passing
away for ever, he pressed lingering
kiss on the sleeper's lips, and quickly
left the only home lie had known, TO
tread the path OF an aimless life.
Before picturing the lacerated limo
cent heart OF poor Lillian, even master
pen would hesitate, so dear reader. with
all the sympathy due TO her, let us pass
swiftly by, resting only on the principal
events, which like monuments, mark the
path OF life, whether for good or i'll.
Some months after Harry's departure
q child was born, girl, whore COM
paniOnship through the long. uneventful
years that followed, proved blessing to
Lillian.
Honest win, as he was again called
he having with difficulty established his
own and Lillian's honOr-tOok charge Of
Harry's boats, giving her the proceeds,
and stoutly refused more compensation
than that which he received from
Harry.
Her income was more than sufficient.
She educated her child, and at the age
OF twelve sent her to a London school.
Nine years passed, still Marian be-
lIeved her husband would return but
one day a neighbOr handed her an old
Texas newspaper, in which was an
account Of the strange death of an I'M
known man, and, from the minute
description, Improved beyond doubt,
that 1t must have been Harry Holt
Although Wits greatest desire was to
make Lillian his wife, IL was heavy
blow to him when he heard Of Harry's
death.
His great goodness for so many years
did not pass unobseryed by Lillian. She
saw bis love for her and felt for him; his
thoughtful tenderness after her bereave-
ment made still stronger impression;
gradually loves net was spun around
her, and a year after the news of the
death Of her husband, Honest VIII
proudly assumed the responsibility of her
future, by making her his wife.
ITO be continued.