San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-01-20

the desperate cpl
sodes of this contention. the insults, the OPP
posing interests, the fraternal duel in the
shrubbery, it was reserved for some poor
devil in Grub street, scribbling for his dinner
and not caring what he scrubbed, to cast
spell across four thousand miles of the salt
sea, and send forth both these brothers into
savage and wintery deserts, there to die But
such thought was distant from my mind and
while all the provincialS were tluttered about
me by the unusual animation of their port, L
passed through their midst on my return
homeward, quite absorbed i'll the recollection
of my visit and the masters speech.
The same night there was brought to us
from the ship little packet of pamphlets.
The next day my lord was under engagement
to go with the governor upon some party of
pleasure; the time was nearly due, and left
him for a moment alone in his room and
skimming through the pamphlets. When
returned his head had fallen upon the table,
his arms lying abroad among the crumPled
papers.
''My lord, my lord!" | cried as ran for
ward, for | supposed he was in some fit.
He sprang up like figure upon wires, his
countenance deformed with fury, 50 that in
a strange place should scarce have known
him. His hand at the same time flew above
his head though to strike me down.
Leave me alone!" he screeched; and fed,
as fast as my shaking legs would bear me,
for my lady. She too lost no time; but when
we returned he had the door locked within,
and only cried to us from the other side to
leave him be- We looked in each others
faces, very white, each suppoSing the blow
had come at last.
Il will write to the governor to excuse
him." says she. I'VE must keep our strong
friends" But when she took up the pen it
flew out of her fingers, II cannot WRITE"
said she. Can you"
II will make shift, my lady," said |.
She looked over me as | wrote. That will
do" she said, when | had done. Thank
God, MackeIlar, have you to lean upon!
But what can it be now! what, what can it
Beg
In my own mind | believed there was no
explanation possible and none required; it
was my fear that che mans madness had now
simply burst forth its way, like the long
smothered flames of Volcano but to this lin
mere mercy to my LADY, burst not give ex-
preston.
1T is more to the purpose to consider our
own behavior" said l. Must we leave him
there aloneF
II do not dare disturb him." she replied
Mature may know best; it may be nature
that cries to be alone; and we grope in the
dark. Oh, yes, would leave him as he is"
Il will then dispatch this letter, my lady,
and return here, if you please, to sit with
YOU" said L
Pray do" cries my lady.
All afternoon we sat together, mostly in
silence, watching my lords door. Ny own
mind was busy with the scene that bad just
passed, and its singular resemblance to my
vision. [ must say word upon this for the
story has gone abroad with great exaggera-
ton, and have even seen it printed and my
own name referred to for particulars. So
much was the same: here was my lord in a
room, with his head upon the table, and when
he raised his face it wore such an expression
as distressed me to the soul. But the room
was different, my lords attitude at the table
not at all the same, and his face, when he
disclosed it, expressed a painful degree of
fury instead of that haunting despair which
had always (exce' once, already referred to-
characterized it the vision. There is the
whole truth at last before the public; and if
the differences be great, the coincidence was
yet enough to fill me with uneaSiness. All
y,
this quite to myself; for my lady had trouble
of her own, and it was my last thought to
vex hsr with fancies, About the midst Of
our time of waiting, she conceived an in
genious scheme, had Mr.. Alexander fetched
and babe him knock at his fathers door Ny
lord sent the boy about his business, but with
out the least violence whether of manner or
expression; so that | began to entertain
hope the tit was over.
At last, as the night fell and was light
ing a lamp that stood there trimmed, the
door was opened and my lord stood within
strong that we could read his counteaance,
When he spoke methought his voice little
altered, but yet perfectly steady.
"Mackellar," said he, Garry this note TO it's
destination with your own hand. 1t is highly
private. Find the person alone when you de-
liver it,"
Henry says my lady, You are not inT
mo, no." says he, querulousIy; ~ am oc
cupied Not at all; | am only occupied 1t
is singular thing man must be supposed to
be i'll when he has any business Send me
supper to this room, and basket of wine.
expect the visit Of friend. Otherwise am
rot to be disturbed"
Auu WIN blltlI no sLAJ ulLIlSEu III
The note was addressed to one Capt. Har
ris, at a tavern on the port side. | knew Har
ris (by reputatiOn) for a dangerous adventur
e., highly suspected Of piracy in the past,
and now following the rude business of an
Indian trader What my lord should have
70 say to him, or be to my lord, it passed my
imagination to conceive; q yet how my lord
had heard Of him, unless by a disgraceflu
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