San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-21


and escort her here. You shall bring the
boy too for a months visit-not the hus-
band, mind. He cannot refuse my grand
child permission to visit me; and IL she
comes will undertake TO say that she
will never go back. Let her once taste
such life as she will lead here, and she
is mine"
Sorely against his will Mr.. Ford con-
sented. He went once more to Ashburn-
ham, and found his way to the pretty cot
tage in the wood. Ismay's face flushed
deepest crimson when she saw him. She
held out her hands with gesture almost
sublime in its despair.
You must not come to tempt me againp'
she cried. II am not strong. Pray leave
me-"
81 am here only to invite you and your
son to Bralyn," he returned. Lord Carls-
wood will let the question Of adoption rest
for a time, but he wants to see you and
your little Lionel"
mot my husband?" she asked, with
whitening lips.
mo, he will not receive Mr.. Waldron.
You can please yourself, of course, as to
accepting the invitation or not"
II should like to CO." she said, eagerly.
ST have longed to see little of the beauti-
full, great world. i must go, and take my
boy with me. Tell me-tell me all about
Bralyn."
He described the place to hex he hid
from her no details of her grandfather's
wealth, position, and grandeur
Il must CO." she cried again. Paul
will not object to my goingthere when he
knows"
You have not told your husbands" Mr.
Ford asked
Not one word she replied DO you
think he will be unwilling for me to go?"
Il cannot tell. GOu must be the better
Judge You will have to ask his permits
sion
She sat for some minutes in thoughtful
silence, and then with a grave, pale face,
looked at the lawyer.
II should like to go to Bralyn, she said,
u should like TO see just once what the
grand world is like. OF course | shall
| come back again. Considering the great
sacrifice have to make, think may al
low myself this pleasure; but l am afraid.
if Paul knew what my grandfather has
proposed, he would never let me go.
have been thinking that you might tell
him the story-infOrm him who my moth
ton without saying anything about his
| conditions for adopting my boy and my
| SELF
As she spoke her lips grew white. Yes,
| she was sure to come back, she repeated to
| herself. She wanted only one glimpse of
| the great world, and then she would come
back.
''You think, if Mr.. Waldron knew what
| Lord CarlswOOd has promised he would
not consent for you TO pay even this visit?'
said Mr.. Ford.
II am quite sure of it; he would prevent
my going"
Why" asked the lawyer, briefly.
'He would be afraid that should never
come back" she replied,
"But you do intend to return-you have
no idea of accepting Lord Carlswood's Of
| fer?"
mot the least" she said: 81 told you l
| would never break my husbands heart"
But it struck him there were no longer
| the same fire and animation in her words.
You will come this evening"" she said,
land tell my husband all"
paul" said Ismay, as they sat together
watching the sunset, do you see that
stranger at the garden gate? He is COM
ing to tell you the strangest story you
ever heard in all your life.
Paul Waldron heard Mr. Ford in stupe-
| fled silence, in bewildering dismay Once,
| as he listened, passionate cry of despair
| came from his lips, and the lawyers heart
| was touched with pity When the story
was finished Paul forgot the strangers
| presence; he turned to his wife with love
| and tenderness unutterable.
$50, my darling" he said, "my beauti-
full love, you are great lady after ALL"
Il am your wife, Paul." she rejoined.
| her lovely face softening at the sight of
his great emotion.
| And this lord has invited you-you and
| our bOy-to visit him-yOu without mep'
Perhaps he wants to see me first" she
| returned. at may be that he will ask to
see you next"
"You without mer' he repeated. "Oh,
my darling, do not think feel it because
| he is rich and great That would make
| no difference to me. | value no rank. /
| value you, my darling If he should take
| you from mel"
"He cannot" she whispered "Who can
| take me from you? Am not your wife
| your own wife?"
His great love, his passionate despair,
| touched her; she felt that she would rather
die than leave him. Paul forgot that they
| were not alone: he knelt at her feet, clasp
| ed her hands in his own, and covered
them with passionate kisses, with passion
| ate tears.
| s'Mv DARLING how Should 7 live ~ lost