San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-05


As pooty us a peter" she said softly.
That what Isick said. He's gone to get
me posy. You've got posy, TOO
And her tired eyes wandered admiringly
to the roses IN the young girls belt.
Then a troubled look Crept over the with
cred face
They can't give me 40" she said,
sadly. Il domino know as Id ha' come
if I'd knowcd that. lsick alwers said
we'd have it in. an so Id got ter reCk'
min ont. Isicks comm back directly
she said, her mind beginning TO wander
once more, AN then he'll see to it. He's
gone TO get me pOSy." And again the
eyes sought the roses. The young bride
bent over and kissed the old one, with
hastily from her belt, laid them softly
into the cold, thin hands that seemed to
lie strangely helpless, and went back to
her husband with her bright eyes full of
tears
Jack" she said. coaxingly, when she
had told him all, would You mind very
much letting her have our ROOM
NJ
if we'd been trying to cheat the old lady
out of her rights. What's two days
occupancy in face of fifty years claim?
Of course she shall have it; get her right
in here. I'll help if you like. Only,
Dot, take warning! Don't you so to cut
ting any such CaperS fifty years hence,
when Im-elsewhere."
For all answer Dot bestowed upon him
a hug that might have insured his being
'elsewhere' pretty speedily had her mus
Gle only equaled her good will, and went
back To the opposite room. Marcia was
watching her charge with solemn eyes.
II think we'd best get a doctor to her,
ma'am. It's my belief she's had a stroke.
She acted dreadful helpless when | was
putin her to bed; an jest see here!'
And the girl gently lifted one of the cold,
quiet hands. 1t lay Imply in hers, and
fell heavily down again as she relin-
pushed it. The patient face had be-
come more pinched and pale even in the
few moments Of Dots absence, but the
eyes met hers eXpectantly as she came
to the bedside.
Forty five is all ready for you now"
said the little bride, land my Jack will
carry you over. 1t was mistake our
having it; this is our room,"
Are We sure, DEAR" What a light
came into the dim eyes! Il thought there
must ha' been mistake somehow.
Where's lsick;'
"Hou must let us take care of you a
! little while; Isaac isn't here now, but |
think-hell c6lne-before very long"
How the 5wee; yu.mg voice trembled.
"Oh, yes, he'll lo,.,. He's only gone
to get me pry. .u.nk I'll go to my
own room now, Il I'll lease, dear"
To her own room She went, carried in
Jack Hazards strong arms. They had
turned the gas down low, and placed the
little hair trunk where her eyes could
most easily rest upon it. She noted all
with happy face, and then closed her
eyes and lay quite still and quiet.
The doctor, when he came, ratified
MarciaS verdict. She has had one
shock, and may very likely have an
other. If she bias any relatives they had
better be sent for"
Her relatives is all needles in hay
stacks" put in Marcia, tersely, IAN
there's no sharps among 'em, neither,
I'll be bound, or they wouldn't ha' let
the poor old creatur' run this rig!
guess you'd as good call me a relative.
I'll take care of her tonight, anyhow
Nancy'll take my place"
"What name did she enter in the
book" queried the doctor, gravely,
though his eyes twinkled.
Book" repeated Marcia, scornfulIy.
There amt no name entered her head
but 'Isick, let alone enterin' the book"
The doctor turned little more decid,
eddy toward Mrs. Hazard.
Have you made any SEARCH" he be-
gan; but again Marcia cut him short:
Search? Good Peter, yes, searched
everything There amt no name about
her without it's tattooed on her some,
where's. There's just a ticket with Bill
bury ont, an those brass nail letters on
her trunk"
The doctor directed his scrutiny to the
article indicated. Fifty years of quiet
attic repose and moths had noticeably
thinned the hair of the quaint receptacle
1t was bald, so to speak. But the three
big letters, picked out in brass headed
nails upon its cover, cleaned defiance to
time under the slender gas jet.
Il. n. F."
us fer IsiCk; know that much,' said
Marcia, decidedly. That names ben
well drummed inter my head. But what