San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-11-12


THE kind of man you want to change
him for, however, is not easy to find.
You may change Mr.. Warrington, and
not be any the better for the change"
Mr.. Gilbert replied, with the same cold
gravity of tone.
"Yes-but then there is the chance
the other way too,-and l am afraid
l sometimes like change. l know
it isn't good thing to like" said Ga
brielle, rather childishly and deprecat-
ingly, but one does get tired of things
sometimes, you know. And though
Mr.. Warrington has done great deal
of good-fOr | am sure he has" said the
girl hurriedly, trying to quiet that I'M
easy conscience of hers,-"yet some
how there seems so much left to be done
that he will never do at all, and perhaps
if somebody else comes it may be differ
ent. Perhaps it won't,-but | think-l
think am glad on the whole that there
is going to be a change of it," said Ga
brielle, with her voice little unsteady,
either from earneStness or from some
other feeling, and the color still burn
ing rather hotly in her cheeks.
And then. for he made no answer to
her, they became silent again; and af-
ter little while he asked her some
thing about Mrs. Hill, and in minute
more their walk came to an end, and
she could not tell when he babe her
goOd-by whether what she had forced
herself to say to him with so much trOu-
bic had produced the slightest impress
sion upon him at all. He was a man
not given to be demOnStrative. and his
very cool greetings and partingS seldom
declared anything whatever of what he
might be thinking or feeling.
lie had business just now at house
almost at the entrance of the village,
and, with the straightfOrwardneSS that
was natural to him, when he came to
this place he left her. Mr.. Warrington
had it been he who had been at her
Side-wOuld have passed on, and have
gone with her to where she wanted to
90. but it never occurred to George Gil
bert to do this. He paused when he
came to the point at which he wished
to stop, and there took his leave of her;
and then she went on alone, feeling
little sore and little hurt, and very
doubtful as to whether she did not wish
every word that she had said unSpOken.
And as for him-aS he returned home
ward presently he thought to himself
at first some rather bitter thoughts of
her. He thought something that was
very hard, and that she did not deserve;
and then five minutes afterward he re-
preached himself for having done this,
and retracted the condemnation that he
had passed upon her with unnecessary
fervOr and remOrse. For he had thought
Though it was the first and last time
that so cruel and ungenerous a feeling
about her ever crossed his mind) that
rl, hnI A,,1xr TO II no, oil, l,nl
done with the base intention OF secur-
ing new lover as she flung an old one
off. He thought this for few minutes;
but even before he had reached his own
house again he was already saying
passionately to himself-"GOd forgive
me for thinking such thing of herl
No, no." he said, there is no artifce
about her, whatever there is. | don't
know whether she has got any heart,
and | am not likely ever to know; but
at any rate, if she is heartleSs, that is
her worst fault: she is not Schemer
too. My poor child, with her blue eyeS!o
he said softly.
And then he began to think-what
was half the truth-that she had heard
perhaps what people had said of her,
| and in her impulSive way was trying to
deny it. And either she does not real
" care for him, and so wants to have
the report suppressed" he said to him
self; ''Or else she cares for him more
than he does for her,-and in that case
she will still more want to silence it.
But do not think she cares for him."
he said earnestly after little silence.
II think she spoke the truth when she
said what she did just now. | have
never found her anything but truthful
yet, whatever her faults may be,-and
as transparent as piece of crystal"
And then as Mr.. Gilbert pursued his
meditations in this way, he let them
gradually take curious color of tender
ness toward her, as if, knowing that he
had wronged her, he sought to make,
or rather allowed himself the rare pleas
ure of making, reparation, with a
warmth that he had never permitted
himself before. 1t might matter moth
ing to him that she did not care for Mr..
Walkington,-and yet he was glad of
it: he liked to think better of her than
to believe that she could care for him.
She was capable of better things, he
thOught,-She with her sweet face.
He let her sweet face" bring him
back to WreXham two days after this.
1T does not matter though she should
never be anything to me, If she is 1COrth
a mans loving" he had said to himself.
Some men can live without the realiZa-
ton of their wishes becoming neces-
sity to them,-not because they are less
tender than other men, but because
they are more patient; and George Gill
bert belonged to this class. He would
have striven not to love an unworthy
woman, but, if he thought one whom he
cared for worthy, he could love her with
his whole soul, and not be unhappy
though he should believe that she would
never all her life love him in return.
He did not believe that Gabrielle