San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-09-20

sUare-sCare II you nau known ner Derore
so beautiful, so gifted, 81 bien eleveel 1t
is an affection, but think she loves the
flowers"
And the parson rode on with a lump in
his throat.
So two years passed, during which
Mademoiselle Henriette titled her garden
and turned it into paradise. There were
white roses on the south wall, and in the
beds mignonette and boys love, pansies,
carnations, gilly flowers, sweet williams,
and flaming great hollyhocks; above all,
the monkey blossoms that throve so well
in the marshy soil. And all that while no
one had caught SO much as a glimpse of
her sister Lucille. Also how they lived
was marvel. The outlandish lady bought
neither fish, nor butchers meat, nor bread.
To be sure, the parson sent down pint of
milk every morning from his dairy; the
can was left at the garden gate and fetched
at noon, when it was always found nestly
scrubbed, with the prize of the milk in
side. Besides, there was plenty of vege-
tables in the garden.
But this was not enough to avert the
whisper of witchcraft. And one day,
when Parson North had ridden off to the
wrestling matches at Exeter, the blow fell
Farmer Anthony of Carne-great-grand-
father of the present farmer-had been
losing sheep. Now not a man in the neigh
borhood would own to having stolen them,
so what so easy to suspect as witchcraftf
Who so fatally open to suspicion as the
two outlandish sisters? Men, wives and
children formed procession.
The month was July; and Mile. Henriette
was out in the garden, bunch of monkey
flowers in her hand, when they arrived.
She turned all white and began to tremble
like a leaf. But when the spokesman stated
the charge there was another tale
1T was an infamy. Steal? She would
have them know that she and her sister
were of good West Indian family-tres
bien elevees." Then followed torrent of
epithets. They were laches-poltrons. Why
were they not fighting Bonaparte instead
of sending their wives up to the cliffs
dressed in red cloaks to scare him away,
while they bullied weak women?
They pushed past her. The cottage
held two rooms on the ground floor. In
the kitchen, which they searched first, they
found only some garden stuff and a few
snails sailed in pan. There was a door
leading to the inner room, and the fore
most had his hand on it when Mile. Hen
riette rushed before him and flung himself
at his feet. The yellow monkey blossoms
were scattered and trampled on the floor.
"Ah-non, non, messieurs! Je vous priel
Ellie est si-si horriblep'
They flung her down and pushed on.
The invalid sister lay in an arm chair
with her back to the doorway a bunch of
monkey flowers beside her As they burst
in she started, laid both bands on the arms
of her chair and turned her face slowly
upon them. :
She was leper. '
They gave one look at the featureless
face with the white scales shining upon it,
and ran back with their arms lifted before
their eyes. One woman screamed. Then
dead stiffness fell on the place and the
cottage was emptC.
On The following Saturday Parson North
walked down to the inn, just ten minutes
after stalling his mare. He strobe into the
tap room in his muddy boots, took two
men by the neck, knocked their skulls to-
gether, and then demanded to hear the
truth. /.
very Wei, lie SdlI, on nearing Ul6
tale; tomorrow march every man Jack
of you up to the valley, if it's by the scruff
of your necks, and in the presence of both
of those ladies-of both, mark you-you
shall kneel down and ask them to come to
church don't care if empty the build
ing. Your fathers (who were men, not
curs) built the south transept for those
same poor souls, and cut slice in the
chancel arch through which they might
see the host lifted. That's where you sit,
Jim Trestrail. church warden; and by the
Lord Harry they shall have your pew"
He marched them up the very next morn
ing. He knocked at the door, but no one
answered. After waiting while he put
his shoulder against the door and forced
it in.
There was no one in the kitchen. In the
inner room one sister sat in the arm chair.
1t was Mile. Henriette, cold and stiff. Her
dead hands were stained with earth.
At the back of the cottage they came
upon a freshly formed mound, and stuck
on the top of it piece of slate, such as
children erect over thrush's grave On it
was scratched
Ci-Git
LUCILLE
Jads 81 Belle;
Don't dX-neuf Jcunes Hommes Planteurs de
SAINT DOMINUE
ont demande la Main.