San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-10-20
I.-FOUND AT LAST.
BY W. H. BALL0U. Illustrated by FER
NAND0 MIRANDA.
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Happy | may not call thee until I
learn that thy life has been happily end
ed"
Thus soliloquized young Mr.. Henry
Henshall as he reclined, day dreaming,
against the cushions of his seat in the
forward section of Wagner car.
The New York Central train was
speeding him on and on, to which fact
he was utterly oblivious.
He had secured the forward section to
escape observation. He sat with his
back to the passengers. Himself was
companionship enough. He desired only
to think and to dream.
He had but few days since put Co
lumbia college, SO to speak, among his
stock of "reminiscences, with her highest
honors in his trunk.
He had mentally given over his fathers
great manufacturing interests, which
invited him to take immediate possess
sion and give the aged sire his desired
retirement. to the devil and the deep
blue sea.
He loved his ideal best, his art next,
the devil take what was hindmost. The
ideal was now his quest; art he could
achieve between times. 1t was of her
he dreamed-his ideal
As he sat there gazing at the end of
the car, deep in the contemplation of
this yet unseen but ever clearly outlined
celestial ideal girl, with all the glamour
of youth, the words of the great Scion
to envious Croesus would thrust them
selves between his thoughts and seize
him like some grim specter, Happy
may not call thee until learn that thy
life has been happily ended"
why need what old Scion or any one
else ever said concern me?" he unused.
"What difference does it make what
people say or who says it? A fact is
fact, and theory theory. One mans
theory is as good for his own purposes as
another's theory. The fact in my case is
that l am satisfied to paint, notwith-
standing dads wrath and the business
he would thrust on me. Let dad earn
the money, or who will desire only to
spend it.
$50 much for the fact. My theory is,
and prefer it to Solon's, that to marry
my ideal will be the acme of happiness
and will insure a happy ending to my
life. If never find her more or less Of
my life will be miserable and will end
unhappily."
The young man failed to see that he
had exactly conformed his theory to
Solon's, that he had expressed the same
theory precisely with variations in form
only. Youth is deluded and ignores re-
semblances, those trifes which made
Darwin immortal. He continued to
muse:
"As an artist my preferences run to
browns. They are my favorite colors,
because to me they are most beautiful,
most quiet, most sincere and the least
suggestive of either gaudiness or gloom.
Ny IDEAL unseen. unknown love is
symphony in browns-brownha hair, brown
eyes and a complexion tinted brown
rather than white or red.
"She is very small in stature, hence
sure to be superbly perfect in form. Her
little head is beautifully rounded and
symmetrical, likewise her dimpled arm
and her sweet little hands. Her little
feet are incased in child's boots, not
larger than childs No. 12. She is
He paused abruptly, startled, for he
saw her. His eye had been wandering
among the gorgeous tapestries of the
car, the beautifully wrought woodwork,
the superb French plate glass panes in
the windows, the oil painted ceilings
and the blue and gold woven velvets of
the cushions.
At last it rested on mirror in front
and above his head that slightly inclined
from the top toward him sufficiently to
expose the entire car and all its occu-
pants in dim image, dim because his
curtain was drawn, darkening the hight
from the window at his side.