San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-22
CHAPTER XI.


OF the parting of Paul and Ismay Wal
dron, Mr.. Ford could never endure to
think. He was strong, cool, shrewd,
calculating man, but when he recalled
that scene he was filled with pain. The
grief of the highlands honest, manly
heart, the silent anguish on the handsome
face, the despairing love with which he
chung to wife and child-all came wildly
before him. More than once the lawyer
had been tempted to tell her not to go to
Bralyn-more than once Ismay was tempt
ed to clasp her arms round Pauls neck
and promise never to leave him. He said
nothing, but he looked like a man on
whom sentence of death had been passed
He exhausted his resources in order that
his wife might be nicely dressed. He had
bought dress of soft, lustrous silk, and
they both thought in their simplicity that
elegance could go no further.
This great lord will see that l have
taken care of YOU" said the young bus
band, half sadly, half fondly.
The morning of departure came, and his
white face was pitiful to see.
1T is only for VISIT" said Ismay, and
he clasped her in his arms.
turn your heart from me-you will not
learn to love wealth and luxury so dearly
that you can never love me again?"
She soothed him as women know how to
soothe the fears of those who love them
Mr.. Ford, who watched the scene, thought
he had never beheld greater contrast
The husband was pale and haggard, full
of great passion, great grief-the wife
was beautiful, bright, and radiant, her
loneliness enhanced by her tasteful dress,
her smiles brighter from the conscious
ness of novelty. The little child looked
from one to the other with wondering
eyes.
How can she leave him." thought Mr..
Ford to himself. She has stronger ma
ture than thought"
He turned away when Paul Waldron
held his wife in his arms and tried to say
farewell
You must enjoy yourself as much as
you can, 1smay. Do not sadden yourself
by thinking of me here all alone. | shall
be happy in thinking of you; and, oh, my
darling, my darling" he cried, "be true
to me. Remember, the whole world can
rive you nothing so precious as my love-"
passed out of his sight His love for her
was so great that if in that hour he could
have foreseen all he had to suffer he would
have died.
Mr. Ford was surprised to find how soon
Mrs. WaldrOn recovered her spirits. She
had wept bitterly at parting from her hus-
band, but the tears were soon dried. She
enjoyed the change and novelty, and the
admiration she excited: her vanity was
fattered by the admiring glances cast
upon her duSing the journey. No thought
of the lonely heart mourning for her and
refusing to be comfOrted came to disturb
her. They reached Bralyn in safety, and
her delight at the sight of that magnificent
mansion was unbOunded
Lord CarlswOod almost 10 st his self-pos-
session when his eyes fell first upon that
beautiful face.
sit is Katrine, " he murmured-"K atrine
risen from the dead.
Ismay had all the Carlswood grace of
manner and of movement She went I'D
to him at once.
will you love me little for my moth
er's sake?" she said, quietly.
He kissed the white brow; he looked at
the violet eyes with their golden light; he
laid his hand on the shining masses of
waving hair.
Il shall learn" he said, ''to love you
best for your own sake, and no other. Is
this your son? You look so young, Is
mayr'
Il am not twenty yet, she replied, with
a smile: and the smile made her so beautl-
full that the old man looked at her in Won
der. He took the boy in his arms.
HE has something of the Carlswood
face" he said, musingly.
lsmay proved, to her grandfather's Ge-
light, that she too had some of the old
Carlswood spirit and pride. Although the
novelty, the magnificence. the luxury,
must have struck her with wonder, she
said nothing. He had dreaded vulgar
cries of admiration, outbursts of wonder
he need not have been afraid. When Is
may saw anything that she did not under
stand, she asked quietly what it was. He
was delighted with her; there was no trace
of anything vulgar about her. He had
half expected that she would speak in
broad provincial fashion, but her accent
was as good as his own.
She repressed the startled cry that rose
to her lips when she was taken by the
hOusekeeper to the superb suite of rooms
prepared for her. There was a day and
night nursery filled up with every comfort
and luxury for the boy, and Their las =