San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-10-16

Since we shall have TO spend the next
hour or two together our wisest plan
will be to make the best OF one another;
don't you think SOP
And indeed it was not difficult to make
the best of her, because from that mo-
ment she began to make the very best of
herself. This was no longer Lady Bel
voir, the professional beauty, the hard
hearted, cynical woman of the world; it
was the Sybil of bygone years pretty,
willful, high spirited, but capable, as one
who had known her well had formerly
thought, of warm affections and gener-
Gus impulses. 1t was of those bygone
years alone that she chose to talk. She
asked her companion whether he remem-
bered taking her out hunting you
didn't object to my hunting then, did
your she observed in parenthesis-and
how she had rushed her horse at fence,
and had been within an ace of getting a
nasty fall, and how she had almost cried
when he scolded her for her bad riding.
: Then there were other incidents which
she recalled to his memory and which he
had supposed that she had long ago for
gotten. In those far away days he had
been wont to give her good advice, eau
tioning her against the selfish and cor
rupt society which she was about to
enter, and imploring her to distrust the
advances of men whose character and
previous history must be unknown to
her. Well, she certainly ha6 not profit
ed by these counsels. Her development
had been singularly, almost inexplicably,
rapid: the bloom of her youth and inno-
cence had been rubbed off at the very
first touch. Thinking rather sadly of
this, and of what she was, and what he
had once hoped that she might be. Lord
Guise could not help saying:
II never understood why you married
Belvoir 1t was always mystery to
me-"
"Was it," she returned, with quick
movement of her head toward him. II
am glad of that. thought you were
quite convinced that married him for
his position"
Il couldn't conceive of any other rea-
son."
Il suppose not. All. well! it is an old
story now, and nobody cares what my
reason may have been, and since then |
have been engaged to Percy Thorold and
have thrown him over. and | have been
more than half inclined to engage myself
to dozen other men. What does it
matter? There is one right person. and
only one. for everybody. Failing that
person Tom is as good as Dick, and
Dick as Harry. Don't you think so?"
This and other speeches of like nat
ure produced a strange and disturbing
effect upon Lord Guise. It was little
enough that he thought about fox hunt
ing that day, and although the hounds
found at the first covert, and he wit
messed the beginning of what promised
to be a glorious run, he quite forgot to
wish himself on horseback. During the
homeward drive he scarcely spoke at all,
nor did he put in an appearance at
luncheon While the ladies were doing
Justice to that meal he was walking up
and down his bedroom. and saying to
n1inSell III dSiJt%lSu dSCSlLS.
Good heavens, mol this will never do.
4 may be entirely mistaken, and even if
were not-just think of It'll Once upon
a time Sybil was as good a girl as ever
lived; but of late years-oh, it'snotorious,
you know. Facts are facts, and there's
no getting over them. can only do one
thing, and I'll do it before I'm an hour
olderr'
The mistress of that house was an OBJ
servant old woman, who knew how to
put this and that together. 1t was there
fore with genuine reluctance and regret
that she made communication to Lady
Belvoir later in the afternoon.
Lord Guise has been telegraphed for,
and has gone away in great hurry"
she said. 1T seems that he was actually
out of the house before we had finished
luncheon. He didn't like to disturb us,
he says in the note that he left for me.
am so sorry
But Lady Belvoir did not appear to be
sorry at all. She was in great spirits that
evening: she laid aside the air of demure
propriety which had characterized her
since her arrival; she took a leading part
in certain high jinks, which it is needless
to particularize, and toward the small
hours of the morning she wrote to cor
of hers in Westmoreland a
letter, in which the following passages
occurred:
81 told you 1 would do it, and now it
is as good as done. Lord Guise fed pre-
from me today, lest a worse
thing should befall him. Perhaps you
think shall give chase? My dear girl,