San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-10-24

and so you are disappointed aCtth
married life already"
snow let me advise you not to be I'M
reasonable; don't tell me you expected
to marry an angel. You are mortal
and married to man, one of the queer
est brutes that treads the earth. Yes,
men are queer brutes," she repeated,
crossing her eyes in fancy; enthusiastic
and deferential enough before marriage,
but an entirely different sort of breed af-
terward."
"But Henry isn't; he's the same now
that he was year ago. He scarcely
notices me, and never speaks unless ask
him question. There's something on
his mind. 1t isn't his work, for he hasn't
finished canvas this long time; and it
isn't 1, that's certain"
"Now, Lena, don't be foolish. You
get as much petting as the average
woman has right to expect"
Fright? Am / not married to him,
his lawful wife, and shouldn't l expect
some evidence of his Affection"
"No, expect nothing; you can drive a
horse to water, but you can't make him
drink. Let him get thirsty; let him
alone"
"But don't want to let him alone"
'And there's just where you make a
mistake. When you get your third hus-
band you'll know how to manage him.
The trouble with you is this, you have
too many feelings and too much heart. 1t
is bother to have feelings, and my ad-
vice is to get rid of your heart if you
want to have good digestion and keep
your youth.
ga woman with hearts in the power
of her husband; wife who has none can
do as she pleases. Take all, give moth
ing in return-that's the true philosophy
of matrimonial peace if you can't find
contentment; and you needn't hunt for
happiness, for it is not to be found on
this planet in quantities to speak about"
This sort Of advice was gall and worm
wood to the honest, innocent young
woman, but she knew well enough that
her companion spoke from her bitter ex-
perience, and nauseous as the dose was
she took it, dried her eyes and went
to dress for walk.
They had been at the Palace hotel in
San Francisco for week, and the paint
er had sought in vain to meet his ideal.
The amusement boards were placard-
ed with bills for her concert engage
ment, every performance of which he
had attended. He had cultivated the
acquaintance of the theatre manager,
and through him secured an introduce
ton to Herr Rudolph Opper, whom he
had wined and dined at the hotel. He
had smoked, walked and driven with
him, and as last resort to win his con-
fdence begged the impresario to sit for
a portrait.
"Now, | would like very much to have
you and Mrs. Henshall meet my little
star, but l have nothing to say about it.
1t rests entirely with her, and she has
positively refused to make any acquaint-
ances. These professional women, you
know. have to be humored, but Miss
Neville, am convinced, has a reason for
wishing to avoid people, and as she is
not well, feel compelled to respect her
wishes"
Henshall was pretending to portray
the musician one morning when this
conversation took place, and at this re-
buff his brows knitted, his heart sank
and his brush fell from his hand.
"Well, of course, Herr Opper. don't
wish to seem impertinent, but l met
Miss Neville several times in New York"
"You did," INTERCEPTED the musician.
"That is, / saw her-heard her play,
and have seen her every night during
this engagement Ny reason for asking
to be presented is that ! wish to make a
picture of her for the next Academy.
She is the most beautiful creature l
have ever seen or dreamed of, and if l
could only paint her / believe the pict-
ure would make me famous"
The model. who was playfully dove
failing his fingers, offering no answer
further than mild Endorsement of the