San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-10-16


"Jolly" she thought. 81 shall run
down to the weir before breakfast
She did not put OH her hat, but ran out
barehcaded, etfecting her exit by her bed
room window. \ creeper grew without,
and by means of this the agile young girl
rapidly reached the garden; she then hur-
ried away toward the river. She had the
dewy morning all to herself, and scattered
the diamond drops like spray us, she moved
through the grass, laughing to, see how
wet were her shoes and the bottom Of her
blue-and-white serge morning-dress.
The mill-wheel had just began to work,
but no one was about; and lima stood for
nearly quarter Of an hour on Zarah's
Leap-so Roland had told her the fatal
spot was called-loOking down upon the
weir; then stepping back to the bank, she
wandered along towards the bridge which
Mistress Anneris Darrell had refused to
cross. The ground rose in this direction,
and, looking ahead, lima could see that
the river, which wound very much, flowed
between banks fully twenty feet high, not
more than quarter of mile from where
she now was.
She paused presently close to the bridge
and, going up to the extreme verge of the
bank, looked down at the rapid current,
flowing at this spot with terrible velocity
towards the weir. Absorbed in listening
to the roar of the weir, which seemed to
drown all other sounds, the girl might
have remained thus for an hour, had not q
most unexpected sound made her look up
and glance quickly towards the bridge,
whence had come a clear penetrating
"Holloa" in mans voice.
A man mounted on a splendid black
horse was crossing the bridge, and, rs lima
turned her face, lie waved his hand with
an imperative gesture, intimating to her
to draw back. She obeyed instantly, re.
firing several feet, with less of any fear in
her heart of II possible peril against which
the rider had warned her, than feeling
Of keen amusement and pleasure on be-
holding one who could be no other than the
famous Dark Darrell, the accursed. Yes;
there was the dark handsome face: and,
as she drew back the rider raised his hat
and bowed, rs if to apologize for having
called to her, or to thank her for con-
descending to have her life saved. She
stood still, watching the hOrseman, and
little thinking what an exquisite picture
she herself made with her youthful beau
ty.
While yet a hundred PAGES from where
lima stood, Sir Philip Darrell drew bril-
die, and, springing lightly to the ground,
advanced on foot, with dotted hat
Seeing that he approached her, the girl
went forward to meet him, thinking that
this last of the barrels needed only shin
| ing armor or velvet and lace to be hero
| of some wild poetic romance of the Rhine.
"Pray forgive me-" he said, as the two
met, "for sou irs TO YOU; but you were
standing il very dangerous place. The
| earth there frequently yields"
"Why, l ought to thank you very
muchv replied lima earnestly, looking
up almost fearfully into Il pair of large
steadily-brillant eyes of the deep gray
that secIl black in the shade. of l
had fallen in, should have been washed
over the weir. But l came only yester-
day; so don't know where there is dan
| GER"
81 should know you were stranger by
| both your looks and Speech" said Sir Phil
/ ip, smiling; and lima felt that so sweet
| smile could redeem any curse, even were
| the face it illumined less strikingly hand
some than that of the Lord Of the Manor.
"There is not the remotest Of the Cum
berland about YOU"
"Nor is there about you," returned IL
ma frankly. 81 should think you were
foreign altogether if l did not know who
you were."
"You have the advantage of me-" said
Sir Philip, bowling, and smiling again.
1.-The gossips were quick, if you came on
| ly last night, to tell you how to know
Philip Darrell when you saw him.
"My cousin Sabine told me about you,
Sir Philip" answered lima. "Myname is
lima Costello, and have come over from
Canada to live with my aunt, Miss Durn-
ford. You know them all:'
81 have that honor and pleasure, and l
am delighted to have the further honor Of
extending the acquaintance" said Darrell
holding out slight hand, US white as IL
mas own; and lima gave him her little
hand with bright laugh.
"What funn' she exclaimed. 81 like to
be unconventional. 1t is ever so much
nicer to be introduced to some one by
hearing warning shout than by formal
introduction. Don't you think SOP
81 should if | were the warned and YOU
were the warner, Miss Costello; but it
was not with any very enviable feelings
that l saw you perched like u fay upon
such treacherous ground" He shuddered
slightly.
'.But should not like to see you whirl-
ing down to the WEIR" said lima. Gas it
happens, there is no harm done. Oh, YOU
dear old felow.'
The last words were not addressed to
Sir Philip, but to his horse, which had
walked forward sedately to join his mas
ter. lima caressed the noble animal with
all of girls lavish fondness, laying her
soft cheek against the horses smooth neck,
stroking and patting him, and talking to