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


denly arrested by the peremptory sum-
mons of the telegraph.
kilograms formed the brightest spots
in Mr.. Poole's official career. He hast
ened with alacrity to his post, straight
ened the paper ribbon and opened the
key. The message clicked itself Off and
Mr.. Poole listened. He preferred listen.
ing to reading as the quicker method.
As his ears took in the buydu2 Of the dis
patch his eyes gradually widened until
his jaws began tO'gape for sympathy.
New YORK Sept. -. 1S-.
To the Telegraph Operator at BilDury Station:
Mrs Isaac y. F. lies at the Aston house, in this
city, very Ill Please MOTIF relativeS or friends
SAMUEL HYpG, NJ. d.
"Wcll, I'm turned" calculated Mr.
Poole. 80 that's what's to do. thought
Jake's folks couldn't ha' BEN KNOWN ter
that caper. The old iady's cuter'n thun-
der, amt she? Well, I'll go tell EN-.
Taint time fer the freight yet, an Jake
may want ter 90 down ont"
The consequence of which timely action
on Mr.. POole'S part was that just twenty
four hours after his grandmother had
reached the Aston house Jacob FOsdfck
reached it, too. He found the old lady
lying helpless, but placid in the spot of
all others where she would have chosen
to spend her last moments; and, bending
over her, something SO very like lis idea
Of what an angel must be that he was
almost startled.
All through that day-her golden we'd
ding day-LUcy Fos,lick lay and waited.
All day long the golden haired bride
chcerfully rclinquishing this bit of her
own bright beginning for the sake of an
others peaceful ending-sat and watched
beside the bed, while, in the further cor
ncr of the room, Jake FosdiCk sat and
watched her. 1t would have been hard
to convince him that she had not been
sent straight from heaven to care for his
poor old grandmother. Jack Hazard,
| looking softly in from time to time, ex-
ulted in the knowledge that her chief
mission lay elsewhere: but neither did
| he doubt for moment her being heaven
sent. 1t was growing dusk when he
came once more and drew her from the
| room.
Come out and have a walk, Dot You
] .
and YOU can be spared" y
She came back, however, for a mo-
meQt, when sly. was all ready for bel,
walk, and stood looking down upon the =
| quiet, waiting face. If she were less like
| an angel now that the white wrapper
was exchanged for the soft gray dress
| and hat, with the cluster of fresh roses
| I,,It H., l.
lovely as a woman that Jake Fosdick's
admiration knew no lessening. She laid
one little warm hand lovingly upon the
cold, lifeles, ones Of her predecessor, and
then turned to 60. As she did so, the
closed eyes opened full upon her with a
| clearer look in them than they had shown
before.
AS poorly as a picter," quavered the
feeble voice once more. CAS- pooty as a
picter. God bless y", dear" And so
she went.
Their walk was long, and never to be
forgotten, The little bride came back
from it as blthe and rosy as if sick beds
were things unknown to her. Marcia
met them as they came, arm in arm,
along the corridor. The tears in the
honest girls eyes were cOntradicted by
the smile on her Ii ps. Both struggled for
the mastery, but neither could quite sub
due the other. Il
Hes come" she said, softly. Isicks
come! An by the look on her face when
she seen him, guess he brought the
| pOSy, too"
| Without a word, but with sudden
paling of the rosy cheeks and dimming
of the joyous eyes, the little bride drew
| her husband on and into the room where
Lucy Fosdick lay with that transcendent
peace upon her face which the world
can neither give nor take away. Silent
| ly, side by side, they stood and read to-
| gether what Gods hand had written.
Then Dots arms stole softly round her
| husbands neck, and her bright head
dropped to the strong shoulder that
seemed to her so sure a shelter.
Jack" she whispered, as he held her
| close, Il thought we never could be hap
| pier than we are already; but now 1
know we Fan. "--Ladies' Home Journal.
| The Speech Didn't Fit.
Gus Williams, the comedian, was ten
| dered benefit in Boston in 1872. He
was a great favOrte in that city. The
| benefit was to occur on Friday evening
Of the week. Along about Wednesday
John Stetson, the word painter, who