San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-10-18

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The hour of the unknown cousins ar
rival came Rosamond looked most
provokingly pretty in the cherry colored
cashmere and a cluster of deep red roses
at her belt
| Zuleika, in the neutral tinted sage
green, felt like katydid or grasshop-
per, or any other painfully insignificant
insect.
"And now" said Rosamond, glancing
1T her imperial presence in the parlor
mirror, which Zuleika was diligently
polishing with plate powder and cha
mos cloth, I'm going out to gather
some carnations"
| Zuleika made no comment, but within
herself she thought:
"Yes. do. That's right! planted the
carnations, and | watered them, and I
took care of them-and you coolly APP
propriated them. It's always so in this
family, and papa never interferes to pro-
tect my rightsr'
She was thus soliloquizinS when she
saw another reflection than her own in
the mirror. She gave jump and
| scream simultaneously.
Don't be frightened" said the appari-
ton. You are Rosamond, aren't you?
am your cousin Franklin"
He was very cordial aud handsome,
with pleasant, dark eyes, rich olive
complexion, and a sweet, deep voice.
Zuleika was quite certain that she was
gong to like him.
No." said she, I'm not Rosamond. l
am Zuleilla, the younger sister But I'm
very glad to see you, all the same, and
I'm sorry papa hasn't come back from
the postoffice yet. And (hurriedly fling
ing the channels cloth into the pot pourri
jar I'm go out with you into the gar
len and show you where Rosamond is"
For she WAS secretly determined, in
spite of her wrongs, TO give Rosamond
every fair chance.
Franklin Jetferd looked down at the
light, agile figure, as he walked beside it.
How pretty she was! What delicate
pink color burned ON her clear cheek,
and how intensely blue her eyes
were! And then those silky rings of
light brown hair that were blowing
about her forehead-what bewitching
framework they made to her face!
"If Rosamond is prettier she must be
very pretty" he thought.
At that moment the sound of shrieks
and vituperations burst on the scented
summer air, and Rosamond, forcing her
way through the tall lilac bushes, rushed
into the open garden, both hands clasped
over her face.
Was it Rosamond-this figure with
disheveled hair, eyes swollen to nearly
twice their size. face disfigured with in
Vulnerable stings, and complexion pur-
pie with rage and pain?
Its your horrid. hateful bees that
have done it, Zuleikaw she screamed.
Anyhow, threw both the hives into
the brush and smashed them, and-Pd
like to fling you after them Yes, l
would
"It warn't the creeturs' fault, Miss
Jefferd,' explained the voice of Jacob.
the hired man, who brought up the
rear, beating off a cloud of Infatuated
insects with the brim of his straw hat.
Bees is alters quick to take offense-
an you jest slapped out at 'em when
they came harmlessly hummin' round
about your ear And it didn't better
matters none when you kicked the hives
over into the brook. | shouldn't won
Ter, now, eff it was twenty-four hours
af0e We could see outen your eyes
agin."
Papa" cried Rosamond, ''if you don't
put stop to Zuleika's obstinacy and
willfulness"
1T isn't papa, Rosamond," said Zu-
leika, in low voice, as she gently de-
tached her sisters hand from the stran-
gers arm 1T is Mr. Franklin Jefferd.
We came out to look for you.
I'm sorry you're so badly stung.
Cousin Rosamond," said Mr.. Jefferd
"a little bicarbonate of soda dissolved
IN water
But Rosamond, muttering few in
coherent words of excuse, vanished I'M
der the honeysuckles that draped the,
porch. leaving Jacob to do battle alone
with the winged enemies, and Zuleika
and Franklin TO console each other.
And this was the first impression"
which she succeeded in making upon her
| unknown cousin!
"Was it my fault that Frank liked me
better than your" Zuleika asked her sis
.er six weeks afterward, "You needn't
;cold me because | am engaged to be
married before you. He chose for him.
| self didn't he?"
1T was the fault of your BEES" said
angry Rosamond. II believe you kept