San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-06-26

"How did he git thar? Angels
He could never have walked in that storm,
They jist scooped down and toted him
To whar it was safe and warm.
And 1 think that saving little child,
And bringing him to his own,
Is derned sight better business
Than loafing around the Throne !"
CHAPTERI.
Fall opening at Messrs Churchills
& Co.! A grand opening where all
the rare and beautiful creations in
silk and lace embroidery and all the
rich and tasteful or not tasteful gar
ments for indoor and out were dis
played to tempt the women, who
thronged the wide and lofty show
rooms. Two ladies leave their
carriage and enter the store,
nodding to this one and that one as
they pass along towards the show
cases of silken embroidery, and stop
by the one containing marvellous con-
structions for babyhood.
Mr.. Churchill himself was standing
near, examining wonderfully fine
thing in white satin evidently the
parts OF a lady's gown. Near him,
listening for his verdict stood deli
cate, plainly dressed woman to whom
he was saying:
ut is exquisite! The design is
graceful and most perfectly executed.
I am entirely satisfied, and will give
you constant employment if you will
work for our house only. Will you
agree to that?"
Yes" was the reply with smile
that frightened her sad face wonder
fully. II should be'ungrateful to do
otherwise, you gave me work when l
could give no assurance that the work
would be we'll DONE" There was no
wall in her clear low tones, and a
ready smile came with her words; yet
it was;plain to me to one who could
read that fine fair face, that the spirits
ofwant and sorrow were her near COM
panions.
VERY well, wait one moment and
will 60 with you to the desk" Then
turning to the two ladies just men,
toned, he spread out the lovely work
before them saying:
as that not fit for even a queen Of
song? You should give me an order
for something in this line Miss Som
mers, it is more perfectly executed
than any importation that we have"
at is indeed rarely beautiful, and
am considering something of the
kind for Christmas and then they
went OH to discuss the merits of diff
ferent kinds of work, while the pale
artist waited, and the younger and
fairer lady of the two sat and listened
taking no part in the talk, but listened
with her eyes fixed on the delicate
face of her who had wrought the
tairy-like tracery, listened but the
q voices grew fainter and fainter, the
store with its busy attendants, its
gorgeous array of material and the
stream of brilliant ladies passing and
repassng faded away, and in place
of these, low ceiled room with a
worn carpet and scant furniture, the
principal piece of which was bed,
and on this dying woman lay. Yes
she was dying, and Mrs. Sommers
knew it was her mother. At the foot
of the bed stood her brother, a sli! hit
studious looking lad Of fourteen, and
at the side of the bed opposite herself
stood tall girl in white cambria
gown cut in a style of twenty years
ago. A slender girl tall for her age,
which was just fourteen, with face
like the leaf of a blush rose, and a
tangle of black ripping hair, tied
with AIRED ribbon at the back of her
head. Her hat was pushed back,
and she was holding basket of wild
strawberries in the hand. She was
saying:
"See.ssdear Mrs. Hidden! 1 have
picked these wild berries from the
meadow for you, and they are sweet
as sun and dew can make them, now
you must eat them every one ~ and
then with dainty fingers she lifted
one .of:.the,.wild sunripened fruit, not
mora red than her own sweet Inns