San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-23
The Yellow Spring.
By WILLIAM HENRY BISHOP.

'LDi oCo "SiS Ct4lCCIiN stain JlLS NlllOuI,
and he overheard Don Angel summon
her with boyish impotence, saying:
Nv ell, are you not ready: The sun is
half an hour high: we ride early here in
the tropics, and we must be of"
The Arroyo ladies We're among the
other wOrShipers by this time, and it
seemed to him he could not escape de-
lection should those familiar eyes fall
upon him. To avoid them, he went out
by small door through which the fam
ing eastern heavens could be seen above
the vegetation of a courtyard. His in
vestigations had already shown him
there was an exit to a lane. Around the
courtyard was an arcade of the usual
sort, and on TIE top Of one Of the stuc-
coed walls. stained lees-of-wine color,
was a small belvedere.
DOna Bearriz, who might Just have
come in or might have been Obscured by
column, gliied into the clOiste~ after
him, and, touching his arm, addressed
him in most agitated way. AS before,
he was disposed to deny his identity, but
she persisted.
DO not be afraid Of my bct-aying
you,' she said Il an prudent | pass
my whole time here only in praying for
vour welfare and safety; could then be
capable Of enddngeriny You: Iou have
trusted your secret to her; oh, bcseech
You. let ma-whO would do 50 much
more for Won, Who would give my hearts
/ ,oDl for you-let me also have some
share Ill serving YOU"
This from YOU, Sister Bratriz="
1T cannot be- whollya surprise 10 you,
for Amy has told you Of my feelings"
'',1he ha,: hut | could not find it in
Jay heart to believe it of Dona Bratriz,
whom l have always lco,;al rI'Dn "a the
,weetest and most perfect Ok saints"
"Call me saint and perfect no longer,
unless it be sanity to worship an earth
ly hero and type of gallant boldness who
well deserves it. l am ChanGed; your
words have sunk deeply into my mind;
believe nothing or everything just as
you would have it. l belong no more to
the religious life, and in the great world
what can do if you are not with me-"
Tell me, Dona Beatriz, said her com
?1nion, gently, touchel-as whit man
'...1Il fail r.,',, ~, sIrh -, IL .,.....a7i,o
..graIr,,Iujv, .. T...:.n.> - ,.now Won
.Y.v. | had c,rtf.j.I wv ... +, DOM
..lv:"
one blush,I with t':.;.. a;i,nISnyss Of
we little u,"I . GliI.i.,. ~. replied
oddly:
Il found the letter at the cross Of the
i&'C'sh guyernr5s. L! | not know what
y from WHOM it was at first. h,t sr,s-
'rsrl. 1t WIS not till heard vou de
.arn Yourself Ignacio Gomez that it WAS
Il clear to m bevo2I a Doubt"
And Won openly avow that YOU took
4 letter that was not yours and did not
.atulm it. even when you knew to whom
= DrlDnged:
''Th"re WAS one excellent reason WHY
Id not return it, &hc persisted. No;
Z cnuLl not. Ny heart Dltl II YOU q
,uyiniug that cDuIt>siol could not
bear that You should humiHate yourself
before hlY Dear Don Walter, You are
too high and noble to be an object of
condescension to any one in the world"
Walter WINGED before this commenda-
t,9. this touching of the sore spot even
uy such as she.
AS for me-" Dona Beatriz went on.
1t brings YOU but the nearer to me.
This painful secret needs no apoloyv for
me- To know YOU have suffered makes
YOU only the dcarer."
Surely here was a strong appeal; there
was great sense Of rest to him in know
ing his secret shared and vet no odium
falling upo0 him on account of il. but