San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-08-20

We're living in retirement no tidings
came. Vainly Mabel watched the mails
for letters-if only one-from him. She
had written under cover to Mr.. Withers,
but even that evoked no reply.
One sunshiny afternoon they We're
startled by the sudden arrival of Regy.
He sought to avoid question and to draw
his mother to one side, but Mabel was
upon him.
You have news" she said, her white
face set, her hands firmly Selling his
arm. What is it? Have they dismissed
him."
''They can never diSmiss-never harm
him more, Mabel" was the solemn an
swer.
Some months afterward Mrs Vincent
received a packet of papers that belonged
to the late Capt. Noel. Mabel had been
sent to Florida for the winter, and was
spending her early widowhood with
kind and loving friends. The consul at
Vera Cruz had written to Mr.. Withers
full particulars of his cousins death
one of the first victims of the vomito-
and had sent these papers with the for
NAL certificates of the Mexican officials.
Mr.. Woodrow, one of the executors of
Mr.. Nincent's estate, showed singular
desire to examine these papers, but the
widow thought they should be opened
only by her daughter. 1t was not until
then that, with much heSitancy, the
gentleman explained that Mr.. Vincent
had given him to understand that he
had intrusted some papers to Capt. Noel
which that officer had promised to send
at once to his old friend Capt. Lane.
Mrs. Vincent could learn no more from
him, but she lost no time in searching
the packet.
Within twenty-four hours Mabel was
summoned home by telegraph. and there
for the first time learned that to her
fathers partner, for the use Of the firm
in their sore straits of nearly two years
before, Capt. Lane had given the sum of
fifteen Thousand dollars, and that among
Capt. Noers papers was what purported
to be a receip5 in full for the return of
thesum from Mr.. Vincent, which receipt
was signed apparently by Frederick Lane
and dated July 2, 1873. But this, said
Mr. Woodrow, must be mistake; Mr.
Vincent had assured him late in July
that he hal not repaid it, but that Clark
had his Instructions to repay it at once,
and all Clark books, papers and re-
ceipts had been examined, and showed
that no such payment had been made.
ut simply means that the very roof
under which we are sheltered is not ours,
but that noble fellows" said Mrs Vim
cent; AMI that night she wrote, and
poured forth her heart to him, while
Mabel locked herself in her room.
No answer came. Then Mr.. Woodrow
made inquiries Of the officer at the rem
devon, all lea"lcl that Capt. Lane
had gone to EUrope with leave of alb
sence for a year; ana there her lester fol-
lowed him. she demanded, as right
to know the truth. She had given the
executors to understand that the debt
must be paid, if they had to sell the
old homestead to do it. She would be
glad to go AMI live in retirement any
where.
Not Only did she, but so did Mr. Wood
row, receive at last letter from distant
Athens. The widow sobbed and laughed
and pressed her lester to her heart. while
Woodrow read mis- with moistened eyes.
suspicious resort to his cambria hand
xerchief, and an impatient consignment
of all such COMPOUNDED quixotic. unbusi-
ness like cavalrymen toto the deuce, by
Jupiter; ana then he went off to show it
to his fallOw-executOrS.
The long summer Wore away. Au-
tumn again found mother and daughter
and Regy at the dear old home, but light
and laughter had not been known within
the massive walls since the fathers
death The tragedy in Mabels life com
ing so quickly after that event seemed
to have left room for naught but mourn
ing. she has SO aged, 50 changed, D."
wrote Mrs. Vincent, on one of the few
occasions when she wrote of her ut all
to him. and she wrote every month. Il
could even say that it has improved her.
The old gayety and joyOusness are gone,
andwith them the wilfulness. She thinks
mOre-lives mOre-fOr others now"
Winter came again-the second winter
of Mabel's widowhoOd--and she was
urged to visit the Noels at their distant
home; but she seemed reluctant until
her mother babe her go. She was still
wearing her widows weeds. and her
lovely face was never sweeter in her
girlhool days than now in that frame of
Grape Of the brief months Of her mar