San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-06-29

The White Face At The Window.
Written by Edith Aiken for the Light.


yet he would have told you with per-
feet honesty, that he did not know the
cause of his sisters unaccountable
behavior. Yet while he stood still
and watched husband and wife walk
across the wide parlor and up the
wide staircase, the strawberry-lipped
girl, the school friend of his young
boyhood, stood before him.
"It is something about Elsa, what
can it be-" he muttered. He did not
seem to observe Miss Sommers who
still fingered in the room, but walked
over to the wide and high bay window
that filled the entire end of the libra
ry, and with hands folded behind
him, regarded intently the lofty build
ing opposite, and as he looked his face
seemed TRANSPORTED with the feeling
that stirred him.
Miss Sommers wished she dared
approach him, and discover if possible
the object of his regards. But she
this day that Arthur Hidden was not
man to be intruded upon against
his will. So she took herself away to
her own room thinking triumphantly.
"Ah you just missed an important
bit of information my fine gentleman!
Information that would have sent
you off on a search which you would
not have given up until you had
proved its truth or falseness; and /
do believe it is true, that the woman
is Elsa Grovener. She was undoubt-
edly lady, and certainly had an air
of superiority, and wonderfully fine
face. Nell must be right! The little
simpleton is always right in her con-
victions, whatever the reason. But
she is in good hands now, and unless
much mistake my brother, she will
promise not to air my Lord Arthur
any further in his QuiXotic effort to
part with third of their fortune"
She had reached her room by this
time, q chamber over part of the
back drawing-room, and she went to
the window, hoping to see the object
that had so moved the gentleman
down stairs. She could see only
small portion of the large apartment
house, the rear side of which came
close up to the back street, and there
was no thing or person at any of the
windows in sight, that would rivet
attention. But she was in season to
observe movement that riveted her
attention instantly.
The library was a new addition
built by Arthur for his own especial
use, so as to leave ample room for his
sister after her marriage, and her
growing family, an important item
of whom was Miss Julie Sommers
who was almost entirely dependent
on her brother. The annex occupied
rather more than half the width Of
the house, and two-thirds the depth
of what had been large fruit garden.
The library was superb room. An
elegant fireframe and mantel of carved
wood occupied the center of the left
side. and on either side of this the
space was filled with bookcases. On
the opposite side where the sun lay
more than half the early part of the
day, there were four long windows,
outside of which was a wide veranda,
that served as such in summer, but
in the winter was shut in with glass,
and heated by steam making lovely
winter garden, giving the family
plenty of flowers, and the house a
thing of beauty. From this veranda
a wire staircase led to the next story
and here above the library were
Arthur's private rooms. What now
interested Miss Sommers was seeing
that gentleman climb the stairs, pause
in the tiny vestlbule now enclosed in
glass, and stand with fixed, level gaze
on something or somebody that she
could not see.
II will know, if there is any way of
finding out" and leaving her room
she went up another flight to the
guest chamber which was over her
own. Here the fiat roof of the annex
did not interfere with her vision, and
there were several persons visible at
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