San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-03

"WiIl you 60, you bruteT' she said.
Her face was white now. Almost in despair
before, the fellows insults drove her wild.
She raised the lug menacingly, strange
CLEAN in her eyes. He backed step, but
faced her stubbornly.
"You needn't to be SO high an mighty, he
said, with a coarse laugh and an oath, with
such a crazy old fool for daddy"
The club flashed through the air; the man
dropped like log and lay there. Kit turned
away. She knew she hadn't killed him. that
he'd come back to life soon enough. She had
had blow at fate in this base fellows shape,
and felt the better for it. She knew she had
done only justice.
Then she ran over to the house, where her
father had gone when Stubbs had refused to
work Bridget came out to meet her. She
had been faithful to them through all, rough
in her ways, but honest, and strongly at
tached now to Kit and her father. She took
her apron from her eyes as she came out.
They were red and swollen, al51 her rough
cheeks were wet
'Oh, miss" she said; f'do We go in to yer
pa Sure / think he be goin' quare."
Kit went in, found him sitting, crouched
down, with his head in his hands. She
reused him, told him she had discharged
Stubs, tried to excite his anger against the
wretch-anything to make him shake off this
"minous lethargy.
at amt no use, Kit" he said. II can't
reap the wheat alone, and it wouldn't be NO
good if could. They'd sell us out in weeb
or two, anyway"
mo, they won't, father; they can't" she
said II got Bell Cleary to ask her
brother, and he says it'll be some time be
fore they can sell US out, and we can pay ii
off at any time before. We must hope fol
the best, father. You know you promised
me you'd try; for my sake, father, for my
saker'
She saw Stubs, through the window,
sneaking away across the orchard, with his
hand to his head. Poor Kit true, tried hearti
What should she do? What could she dol
She had almost cried aloud in her extremity
She turned TO hide the trem9r in her lips, the
binding tears, the bitter sob that would rise.
Pirate of true love-manly devotion-love
Of knight for lady! Give that slight girl a
visible fOe-steel capped warrior in shirt Of
mail-give her charger and lance in rest-for
this stoid old mans sake, she would ride you
a tilt With the best, charge with all the fire
of BayGrd in her heart and cheek, and glory
in the mad career, though the knight were
Amedis himself! But this unseen enemy,
this horrible phantom that crept upon her
father, step by step-how could she battle
that? She did not care for poverty-only for
him If she could have saved him, she would
have hidden them sell, ard laughed them to
scorn. The world was wide, hers were def
hands and a stout heart But how to save
him-how to save himf She could see no
hope for the future; she shuddered when she
looked ahead. But she saw that the present
duty was to keep him in action. For her to
see was TO do.
"Come, father" she said. Her voice was
clear and cheery-noble hypocrisy! Come,
father, we mustn't let that fellow get the
best of us. Well show him we can do with
out him. Well cut the wheat in spite of him.
I'll drive and you'll pull off"
at amt no use, Kit, girl" he said, gloom.
isy. But he got up and went with her, as he
always did now. They barnessed the horses
and drove them up the hill and over 10 the
wheat field beyond 1t was the 18Th Of July,
raw and cloudy, strangely cold for the sea-