San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-03-13

II made my sister cut it, but it's frightful
It looks as if one had tried to NOW n lawr
with a pair of scissors or shear a sheep with
penknife"
II will make oil that right" said Saintou
soothin5ly; 81 will make it all right Just
in a moment will make it very nice"
Yes, it was too true, the hair was gone:
and very barbarously had it been handled
II shall make it all right" he said cheerfully
II shall trim it beautifully for mademoiselle.
Alb, the beautiful color is there all the same"
"As red rs sunset or a geranium," she
said.
"You do not believe that" sighed Saintou
he trimmed the hair very tenderly, and
curled it about the white face, till it looked
like great fair marigold Just beginning to
curl in the petals for the night. He worked
slowly, for he had something he wanted to
say, and when his work was done he sum-
moned up courage and said it. He told her
his hopes and fears He told the story
blunderingly enough, but it had its effect.
Mon Dieu" said SaintOu, but he said it in
a tone that made his sister, who was listening
to every word through the door, leave that
occupation and dart in to his assistance.
"Qu'elle est morte," was her brief, stern
comment. And so it was. The bakers
daughter had felt, and she had died
This is not wholly unexpected" said the
baker sadly, when he came to carry away
the corpse of his daughter. I'VE all expected
it," said the neighbors; ''she had heart dis
ease" And they talked their fill, and never
discovered the truth it would have pleased
them best to talk about.
The short hair curled softly about the face
of the dead girl as she lay in her coffin, and
soul When they had laid her in the church
yard be came home and took the key and
went into the little parlor all alone. She had
never seen it, She had never even heard of
it, Ii is sad to bury a baby that is dead, it
is sadder, if we but knew it, to bury in dark
ness and silence a child that has never lived
A joy that has gone from us forever is a
jewel that trembles like tear on Sorrows
breast. but the brightest stars in her diadem
are the memories of hopes that have passed
away unrealiZed and untold. All well, per-
haps the gay trappings of the little room, by
their daily influence on his life, drew him
nearer to heaven. He gave the key to his
sister afterward, and they used the room as
their own; but that day he locked himself in
alone, and, hiding his face in the cushion of
her dainty chair, he wcpt as only strong
man can weap,-Earnest Duns in Longman's
Magazine.
Attacked by Water Rats.
Owing to heavy rains, water rats have
been driven to seek refuge in barns, out
houses. or wherever they could find shelter
from the pelting rain and resistless storm
a great regiment of hungry looking rodents
that make their home along the banks of the
Delaware and Hudson canal sought refuge
one day recently in an out house adjoining
resides north of here on a knoll close by
where landslide occurred some time ago.
Becoming hungry, the rats left the out
house and boldly invading the dwelling at
tackled a babe that was lying asleep in a
cradle. The mother rushed to the infant and
tried to drive Off the fcrocious rats, when
they at once fcrccly attacked her The
wOmans screams attracted the attention of
Charles Jones' who has charge of the mail
and express coach running between here and
Kingston. Selling his whip Jones dashed
into the house and a horrible sight met his
gaze.
Hundreds of hungry rats with cleaning
eyes were jumping wildly at a woman, who
held bleeding infant aloft in one arm, while
with the other she tried Intellectually to
brook" the sharp fanged rodents that were
climbing over her garments to get az the
child
1t was blood curdling sight, Jones said,
"ono which | shall never forget. | snapped
my whip at the rats, but not until a great
dish of hot ashes and Goals was thrown over
them did they pretend to beat retreat.
made good use Of my whip watching mean
while to see that nothing was in danger of
iGniting from the ashes that were scattered
about One gray veteran returned over and
over again to the charge, but | finally gave
him such a cut with my whip that he, too,
disappeared to return no more"
Both mother and babe were severely bitten
and scratched The wounds bled profusely,
but no serious results have followed. Ellen
vile On " Dispatch