San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-02-11
Written for The LIGHT.
CHAPTER !.
BY EDWARD sTAPLEToN.


which, for convenience, we VIII call
HaZebroOk, there lived three young PEG.
pie who were destined to play the most
important parts In each others lives.
The village consisted OF score ofcozy
Whitened houses, scattered along the
natural sea wall, reminding one OF toy
houses placed by child, always right
side up, but without regard 10 order. A
little out TO sea, among stout nshlng
boats swsyed lRzIly from side TO side
like a cradle touched gently by loving
mothers foot, keeping time with the
soft lullaby OF the crested waves, that
washed the soft sand.
The whole looked like a fancied pic
ture OF come blissful heaven, where
peace reigned supreme from the mid
night birth OF the tender year, to the
mOurnful cadence OF Its death, but, alas
blind fancy see yOnder not many nun
bred yards to the left, meDaoing rocks
lift proudly their snow while heads,
which. when angry waves have swept
over them, sometimes ruthlessly pierce
,he sides OF beloved boats, named by
their owners after those dearest to their
hearts, and there many sun-tanned
fisherman has passed to the world De-
you'd, within sight OF home and dear
Mems lives are as books, the plots OF
which theoretically exist before the
work is begun. Some are born to live
mid richness and power, and to die
peacefully, with their loving friends to
tend them while others are born to toll
continually, escape one danger, drift
into another, and finally die within sight
Of bone.
The crafts were ready for one OF their
usual trips; the two largest rode side by
side; one belonged to old Hilton and his
good-loOking daughter, Lillian, who
was not more than twenty. and never
failed to 20 with her father on his fish
ing trips since her mother died, six
years before.
The other was owned by Harry Holt;
a young man, tall, powerfully built, who
was gentleness itself, when in the COM
pany of Lillian, as he used TO call Ma
riOn Hilton.
For years these two went to school
hand In hand, and frequently, Harry
with an unpreteDding grace. worthy OF
n Sir Knight, has led Lillian into the
widows shop on the way, and bought
an orange or apple with his copper coin,
often given to him by his mother to buy
a sausage or some cheese to eat with
his bread.
Little Lily with long nut brown hair
hanging down her back and blue rib
bon tied over her head, would in vain
press her young lover to divide the gift,
until they reached the school house
door, where the rosy apple was finally
dropped into her school bag until recess,
when Harry, after frequent entreaties,
was perhaps persuaded to take a bite
Usually such childish love dies with
childhood, but not 80 with these two,
each year seemed to bind their young
hearts closer and at the time this story
Is opened, Harry worshlped Marian and
she loved him with all her heart.
During squall Harry had the mis.
fortune to break one Of his legs and was
forced to stay ashore, much to bis dis
gust, and leave his boat to the care OF
William Marsden, or Honest Will as
he was called.
Many of the boats were weighing an
Choir, and old Hilton, who had been pre-.
pairing his boat, Nancy. was bringing
the small boat for his daughter, who had
left Harry on the beach, where she had
been sitting with him, TO go to the cot
tage for provisions to take with her.
She was met by Honest Will who was
on his way to the beach.
LILLIAN" he began, II cannot walt
any longer; tell me before | go this trip
II you can care for me. | love you,
Marian, more than those you read of In
books. know you are always with
Harry, but do not think you love him;
you have always been so kind to me and
nursed me when WAS sick that / be-
lieve you care a little for me; tell me
now, can you ever love me as | do
your"
William Marsden had only lived in the
village about year.
"William," Lillian said blushing, for
she, like nearly all others, was not proof
against admiration. civilian, 1 like
you very much, but | love Harry more
than ! can tell. | am very sorry for you"
seeing his dOWn-cast face, "but you are
dear to me as friend, dearer than all
the village except Harry and my father,
whose life you saved aud acted so nobly
when you might have made yourself rich
by holding your peace. Think no more OF
me as q girl TO be won. / cannot love an
other as do him. Good-by, William"
holding out her hand, land may you
have the good luck to win girl worthy
Of ourself."
Lillian" said Harry when she had re-
turned and sat by him, ~ do not feel
right somehow, can't you persuade the
old man to put of this trip till tomor-
row; there will be bad weather, am
most certain"
"Why Harry, you know father would
never listen to such a thing; | think
your poor leg has made you nervous,
does il pain muchp You have been
standing on II too much. See, father Is
fnr - haN tn
tue direction OF the little craft being
rowed ashore.
at lie not my leg; don't know what
1t is, but | could almost stake my
Lillian. meaning his boat, that before
tomorrow there will be gale; do you
see those small clouds? II you notice In
front they are little ragged; | saw
some just like them three years ago,
and next day two boats were missing.
l should be alone now, but for my
Lily, and must | see her too, 90 from
me?"
He being somewhat weak, was not
able to control the tears which filled his
eyes, in memory of his father who was
on one of the boats that were lost.
Don't talk like that dear" she said,
as her arms went around his neck. III
have never seen you look so blue, you'll
have no luck II you do not look on the
bright side Of things. Even II there is a
little wind, It will be all right you forget
am the best sailor 10 the village, as
you have often told me-"
"Yes, Lily, you are brave and good
girl, but don't like your going. l will
keep my boat in this time, and II your
father must go, will send VIII In your
place. would go myself, but with this
stiff leg. would be no better than q
blind dog to him, and he needs all the