San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-02-03

morning, but after dinner Mr.. Carson
was so unwell that Stella stopped in
with him. At supper we met again
and after supper, when she had put
little TOta. to whom she had grown
much attached, to bed, we went out,
leaving Mr.. Carson doing on the couch
The night was warm and lovely, and
without speaking we walked up the gar
den to the orange grove and sat down
there upon rock. There was "a little
breeze which shook the petals of tn,
orange bloom over us in showers, and
bore their delicate fragrance far and
wide. Silence reigned around, broker
only by the sound of the falling water
falls that now died to a faint murmur
and now, as the wavering breeze turned
doomed loudly in our ears. The moor
was not yet visible, but already the darb
clouds that tlOated through the sky
above us-fur there had been rain
showed glow of silver, telling us that
she shone brightly behind the peak.
Stella began to talk in her low, gentle
voice, telling me of her life in the will
derness, how she had grown to love it,
how her mind had gone on from idea to
idea, and how she pictured the great
rushing world that she had never seen
as it was reflected to her from the books
which she had read. 1t was a curious
vision of life that she had; things were
out of proportion i'll it; it was more like
a dream than a reality-a mirage thar
the actual face of things The idea OF
great cities, and especially of London,
had kind of fascination for her; she
COuld scarcely realize the rush, the roar
and hurry, the hard crowds of men and
women, strangers each to each, fever.
lShly seeking for wealth and pleasure
beneath Il Iuurky sky, and treading one
another down i'll the fury of competition
"What is it all for:" she asked, earn.
estIy. "What do they seek? Having sc
few years to live, why do they waste
them thus"
told her that in the majority of in
stances it was actual hard necessity that
drove them on, but she could scarcely
realize it. Living as she had done, ir
the midst of the tceming plenty of the
fruitful earth, she did not seem to under
stand that there are millions who from
day to day know not how to stay theii
hunger.
Il l"v-r want to go there" she went
on. IL should be bewildered and fright
ened to death. 1t is not natural to live
like that. God put Adam and Eve in &
garden, and that is how he meant their
children to live "a peace, and looking
always on beautiful things. This is my
idea of perfect life. want no other"
Il thought that you once told me that
you found it lonely" said.
80 did, she answered innoCently,
but that was before you came Now
am not lonely any more, and it is per.
fect-perfect as the night"
Just then the full moon rose above the
elbow of the peak, and her rays stole far
and wide down the misty valley, CLEAN.
ing on the water, brooding on the plain,
searching out the hidden places of the
rocks, wrapping the fair form of nature
as in silver bridal veil through which
her beauty shone mysteriously.
Stella looked down the terraced valley;
she turned and looked up at the SCARED
face of the golden moon, anu then she
looked at me. The beauty of the night
was about her face, the scent of the night
was on her hair, the mystery of the night
Shone in her Swallowed eyes. She looked
at me, looked at her, and all our hearts
love blossOmed within us. We spoke no
wOrd-wC had no words TO speak. but
slowly we drew near, till lips were
pressed to lips as we kissed our eternal
trOth
1t was she who broke that holy silence.
speaking i'll Il changed voice, in soft deem
notes that thrilled me like the lowest
chords Of a omitten harp.
"Ah, now | understand" she said.
nov | know why we are lonely. and
low we c&a lose our loneliness. Now
know what it is that Stirs us in the beauty
OF til" sky, III the sound of water and in
the scent of flowers. 1t is love that
speaks i'll everything, but till we hear his
voice We understand nothing. But when
we hear then the riddle is answered end
the gates of our heart are opened, and.
Allan we see the way that wends through
death to heaven, and is lost in the glory
OF which our love is but shadow.
LET us go in. Allan. Let us go before
the spell breaks, so that whatever comes
to us, sorrow, death or separation, We
nay always have this perfect memory to
ave us" E
l rose like man in dream, still hold
ng her by the. hand. But as 1 rose my
81 ,,Das.