San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-07

,reuIJ. i cannot stay; there are people
downstairs, and when they have gone L
must dress for dinner" She gave a sort,
of harassed sigh as she spoke.
"Conld you not rest little frst2" re-.
turned. "You have been out the greater
part of the day. and you do not seem fit
for the evenings fatigue" for there was,
quite a drawn look about the lovely
mouth.
She shook her head, but, nevertheless
yielded when | gave her up my chai- and
put the boy in her arms; in little
chemise, and with his dimpled shoulders
and bare legs, he was perfectly irresistible
to his mother and | was not surprised to
see her cover him with kisses. MY bonny
boy, my precious little son." | could hear
her whisper, in sort of ecstasy, as pick
ed up the little garments from the floor
and folded them. | seemed to know by
instinct that it was only this that she
needed to Iest her; the drawn, weary lines
| seemed to vanish like magic. What a
sweet picture it wasl But her pleasure,
poor soul, was short-lived; the next mo-
ment she had recolected herself.
There are all those people in the draw
| ing ROOM What would my husband say
at my neglecting them? Goodnight, my
darling; be good; and goodnight, Merle. I"
She smiled at me in quite a friendly
fashion, and hurried away without anOth-
er look.
II always do say master does make a
| slave of mistress" grumbled Hannah as
| she filled the bath; she never has mo-
ment to herself that | can see. What is
| the use of having children if one never
| sees Them" And though | refraned from
any comment | quite indOrsed Hannah s
opinion. AS soon as Hannah had cleared
| the room, shaded the light, and began
quietly arranging my clothes in the ward
robe, and then | sat down in the low chair
beside the fire. Through the open door I
could see Hannah's bent head as she sat
| at her sewing. The nursery looked warm
and coZy-a very haven of comfort; but l
wanted to be alone for a time to think
over the occurrences of the day. ITO
commune with ones own heart and to be
still" How good it is to do that some
times! For few moments my thoughts
fingered lovingly in the little cottage at
! Putney. Aunt Agatha and Uncle Keith
would be talking of me, / knew that.
| could almost hear the plying tones OF
! Aunt Agatha's voice, Poor child! How
lonely she will feel without us tonight!
Did l feel lonely, | hardly think so: on
the contrary, | had the warm, satisfied
conviction at my heart that / was in my
right place, the place for which | was
most fitted. How tenderly would watch
| over these helpless little creatures com
mitted to my care! how sacred would be
| my charge! What privilege to be allow
ed to love them, to be able to win their af'
lection!
had such a craving in my heart to be
loved, and hitherto l had no one but Aunt
Agatha. 1t seemed to me, somehow, as
though 1 must cry aloud to nv human
brothers and sisters to let me love them
and take interest in their lives: to suffer
me to CLEAN beside them, like loving Ruth
in those Eastern harvest fields, following
the reapers, lest happily handful might
fall to my share; for who would wish tc
go home at evcntide empty-handed as well
| as WearY2