San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-02-15
MISS BRETHERTON
By MRS. HUMPHREY WARD,
AUTHOR OF ROBERT ELsMERR."

OVal,urng vuern. ono walked on UesIue mo
while cooled down and thought what fool
had been to endanger q friendship which
had opened so well-her wonderful lips open
ing once or twice as though to speak, and her
quick breath coming and going as she scat
tered the yellow petals of the flowers far and
wide with sort Of mute passion which sent
thrill through me. 1t was as though she
could not trust herself to speak, and | waited
awkwardly on Providence wishing the others
were not so far off. But suddenly the tension
of her mood seemed to give way. Her smile
flashed out, and she turned upon me with
sweet, eager graciOuSness, quite indescribable.
"'No, we won't throw stones at her! She
is great, ! know, but that other feeling is so
strong in me- care for my art; it seems to
me grand magnifcentl-but | think | care
still more for making people feel it is work
good woman can do, for holding my own in
it, and asserting myself against the people
who behave as if all actresses had done the
things that Nine Desforets has done. Don't
think me narrow and jealous. | should hate
you and the Stuarts to think that of me. You
have all been so kind to me-such good, real
friendsl | shall never forget this day. Oh!
look, there is the carriage standing up there.
| wish it was the morning and not the even
ing, and that it might all come again!
hate the thought of London and that hot the
atre tomorrow night. Oh, my primroses!
What a wretch ami I've lost them nearly
all. Look, Just that bunch over there, Mr..
Kendall, before we leave the common
Il sprung to get them for her, and brought
back a quantity. She took them in her hand
how unlike other women she is, after all,
in spite OF her hatred Of Northumberland, rails
ing them to her lips, she waved farewell
through them to the great common lying be-
hind US in the evening sun. How beautiful
how beautiful This English country is so
kind, SO friendly 1t has gone to my heart.
Good night, you wonderful placer
She had conquered me altogether. 1t
was done so warmly, with such winning,
spontaneous charm. | cannot say what
pleasure | got out Of those primroses lying
in her soft ungloved hand all the way home.
Henceforward, | feel she may make what
judgments and draw what lines she pleases,
she won't change me, and have some hopes
of modifying her, but l am not very likely
to feel annoyance towards her again. She is
like some frank, beautiful, high spirited
child playing q game she only half under
stands. | wish she understood it better. !
should like to hel p her to understand it, but
| won't quarrel with her, even in my
thoughts, any more.
"On looking over this letter it seems to me
that if you were not you, and | were not |,
you might with some plausibility accuse me
of being-whata--in love with Miss Brother
ton9 But you know me too well You
know am one OF the old fashioned people
who believe in community of iuterests-in
belonging to the same world. When | come
coolly to think about it, can hardly imagine
two worlds, whether outwardly OF inwardly,
more wide apart than mine and Mss Brsth-
erton'sn