San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-21
The Yellow Spring.
By WILLIAM HENRY BISHOP,


her vitality We're daily subtracted. She
would go many times in the day instead
of one to see if it might not take place
at some different hour. She got Trini-
dad Jose and the little children also to
watch the basin for her, alleging great
interest in the bubbling as phenom-
enOn.
AS often as she deemed it safe, and
oftener, too, for she forgot her prudence
in her anxiety, she went to the place of
deposit for letters.
why do you go so much to the cross
Of the English governesS?" the family
asked her.
Her fate interests me and the walk
is a change from the gardens, which
sometimes seem too splendid, and there
are plenty Of maravillas "a pretty blue
wild flower there"
On one occasion as they-the women
over their embroidery-sat by the basin
that did not bubble, the Madre said. casu-
ally:
sit seems long time since Don Wal
ter went away; he is an acquaintance
that one misses"
Amy could hardly forbear crying out,
He is dead! his bones are whitening in
a terrible place Or he is in danger, and
nobody will help him, and am 10 blame
because | will not tell what | know
1t was the tenth day since the basin
had given any sign. The effort to keep
back the agony of her mind was growing
almost Impossible. She was continually
arguing with herself:
Surely time enough has now been al
lowed to by. Why did he not fix an ex-
act limit? Now will write to Capt. Pc
rez; but no; what horror to betray his
plan and ruin all, if there should be no
need of it! A dozen things that could
not have been foreseen may have taken
him away. Why did we not talk more
fully and arrange all that in advanceT
The heightened suspense had made her
so pale and wan that all noticed it.
you are not WE'LL" said the general;
you are not keeping up to the stand
ard. We must find some new distrac-
ton or change of air for you. What
would you like? Suppose we run up to
Mexico for few days"
mo, no." she protested, in panic; Il
am perfectly we'll.
Then we might ride up to this pill
grimaGr at FL Jasmin. near the Barranca
OF Cnnarrcn The anniversary has come
round, and the Madrpli ia loTc," slightly
hooking at the opinions Of lis wife,
will tell you that it is very important
O@CasiOn.'
Amy Frightened up az the mention of
the Barranca Of Cimarron.
Would you like IL" he asked.
Very much, she answered.
That would be Reinforcement. Any
thing was better than the torture of
stagnation. She would leave Trinidad
Jose to watch the bubbling of the spring
for her, and she vaguely hoped if she APP
preached the Barraca some providential
way Of hearing from him might be found.
1t had been talked of before. DOna
Beatriz and her companions had desired
to go if they could place themselves I'M
der efficient protection, and she was here
this very morning to learn the decision
Of the sonora. The general being thor
oughly enlisted, it required no long time
to make tie necessary preparations.
Swift messengers were dispatched to
town to DO what was needed there, and
all was got ready for an early start next
morning. As the group went back
through the garden mazes, Amy turned
almost invOluntarily for her usual walk
out through a side gate in the hedge. One
and then another Of them decided to ac-
company her, though il would have been
much more to her liking to have the
children alone.
Beatriz, too, had noticed her devotion to
the walk, and even her peculiar proceed
lngs at the cross. This time, while Amy,
not to seem to go there too directly, led
the children away little distance, Bea-
triz, whether out of pure goodness of
heart and DESTROYS to be first in decorat-
ing the cross, or obeying some secret
suspicion, went to it before her. The
cross was of wood, with rude canopy,
and had vines running up the post,
on which hung three red earthenware
pitchers.
She had in her hand bunch of the
beautiful white flowers of st. john. She
was about to put them in the largest of
the pitchers, when, she knew not by
what extraordinary intuition, she first
thrust her hand Gown into it. \ crisp
paper cracked to her touch. With great
self control she gathered it up with her
white nosegay, which she carried then
by a natural gesture to her breast. Act
ing upon "a second thought, she left no ,!
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