San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-18

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prayer in her garden, paused to hear a
| bird sing, and, on turning, found every
.hing about her decayed and hundred
years gone by.
I'VE liked it here because these pict-
ures are the only ones that are preserv-
ed" said Dona Beatriz, returning, "and
there are many old associations connect
ed with this place.
1t might have been noted that she
liked to dwell upon Don Walter and his
| doings, and Amy, now that he had been
gone week, was glad enough to have
some one to converse with on this sub
iect. The recluse asked with interest
too. after the little details Of her daily
life at the hacienda,
| Il live so laUch in the mad world |
sometimes fear | shall acquire taste
for it," she said, deprecatinSly.
and why should you not? Why
should you not be of it? You are too
young and attractive to bury yourself
to bind you
That is what Don Walter, too. has
told me; he says ought to go back to
my family and marry" she rejoined,
timidly.
Amy was startled; for the first time
she reflected upon the attraction such
handsome young man might not unnat-
urally have for the demure novice, bal
ancing between the gravest obligations
toward an unreal world and the frivOi-
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go far in this direction she was yet more
startled by a sudden question:
will You marry Don Walter?"
"Oh, no; we are only good compan-
IONS" she replied, coloring and embar-
raised to the point of hardly knowing
lSwhat answer she made.
You are so much together, and You
are so hrautiful."
Don Walter will marry when it seems
COOL to him, but he has need of much
money, and l am poor. And, besides, it
is rather customary in these matters to
wait till one has been asked" she con-
5 cluded, turning it off laughing.
The sister appeared naively convinced
J by these confused disclaimers.
is it truly So captivating as you are:
Your hair is like so many threads of
spun gold"
NO, no; it is you that have lovely
hair, Dona Beatriz. How heavy and
' fine it is-anl dark hair is far more at
: tractive."
On the return home, just at the point
where the trail from the mountain Joined
the roa :, thay met Walter himself. A
2 | Sro"t, C's.sy leave ";I&0e tree, with 6
bench Of brick AMI sron' around its base
81 III IFS ample sha,.r tlace, and the
street l...3 ut uu.iKc ,...,. # a New Eng
land village.
Never before hal Amy seen Walter SC
joyously animated, so full Of a singular
fire, though he was also haggard anC
wan, and a tired, sullen looking moe
rode behind him. He stopped for bu
brief parley.
II have been at the Barranca of Gin
AKRON" he said, b = Ing down from hi
saddle toward hsr il the carriage, ant
not at once discerning Beatriz, who wa!
beside her.
You look weary and careworn."
1T is nothing. l have something t.
tell you. want your-I want vii
g to the hacienda tomorrow to explain.
He had checked himself at sight OF
Beat.iz, but she had seen already tha
burning arGOr in his glance, that ferviC
meaning in his whole manner, which
could have but one Interpretation.
He thinks much of you; if you do no.
love him be my friend, speak to him OF
a me-. she exclaimed, turning from red t
9 pale in nerving herself to a desperat,
= effort IF he must have money, car
: make hi:u very rich. He does not know
that. O. Will you tell him? Can
trust yOu with 50 wicked a confession
dare not look at you. Can hope yor
! will aid me in this"
1t does not become a woman to sue,
. replied Amy, with not a little disdain.
= She abated her involuntary GOODNESS
, however, and again treated the giver o.
this impul3ive confidence with affection
t before their parting. But l speak il
n Your own interest" she said If it is t
9 be, it will be; heaven orders all things
q for us well"
. She found no great cause for surprise
= in what she had heard; on the contrary
it seemed natural enough; but she wen
{ away changed, embittered somehow to
i, wards Walter, herself and all the world
Y Was the poor little recluse insane whe1
$ she spoke Of comforting treasures, or wa
e there rather some ray Of truth in tn,
suCTnisaS Of the Jefe POlitico?
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