San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-05

deal; could 1t be that she was getting
tired already2 To-o-ot-to-o-ot-
-tootl Lucy Fosdick sat up and rubbed
her eyes. Alasl the cheeks she touched
we're wrinkled ones, and the hands were
thin and wrinkled, too. Ike was no
longer beside her. Bill Hawkins and his
fast team had long since been out trotted
by Time, and a shrieking iron horse was
whirling one lone, old woman along to
the great, strange, bewildering city.
Whirling, it seemed to her, when, after
long, tedious wait at the junction, she
took her place in the crowded car, though
it was slow enough, even for a way train.
1t was late afternoon when the train
drew heavily into the great, echoing
station, wherein, to her poor old ears,
which had only known sweet country
sounds for fifty years, pandemonium
seemed to have broken loose, and, with
one accord, to be charging down upon her.
Its all ditfer'nt," she murmured,
making her weary way along the inter
minablc platform, "an' Isick amt here.
| most wish | hadn't "a come" For a
moment the little black bonnet dropped,
but it was lifted again with a tremulous,
quaint defiance.
"IIe allus said he would, an will"
And grasping the satchel tightly, as
though to stay herself upon the contact
with something that had outlasted
change, she looked up with a deter
mined air into the strange, eager faces
of twenty ClamOrOus hackmen. One of
them slipped out from behind the bar
and took the satChel from her hand.
You want to so somewheres, don't
you, mum? Where do you want to go?'
''Be you the stage driver" she queried
innocently. The mans eyes twinkled,
but he answered gravely enough: We'll,
yes, drive a kind Of stage. Where
abOuts did you want to go?"
Isis the Astor house stan'in' vet?"
She looked wistfully and beseechingly
up at him, as if mutely beseeching him
not to say no. The man, without clearly
understanding why, was touched, or, as
he put it to himself, felt "all kind of
queer like"
"Oh, yes, num- he replied with sus-
piciOus CheerinesS, "thatll stan as long
as New York does, Ireckon. But it's a
terrible long ways down town: hadn't
you better go somewheres nearer"
mo, must go there. I'm dretfuI glad
kin" she added, huskily. Il amt been
in the city this fifty years, you see. an
there's a deal gone since then. l didn't
know but that might ha gone too"
There were tears of relief in the anx-
iOus eyes as she sank back upon the soft
cushions of the carriage. Now that the
strain of uncertainty was over she felt
strangely weak. She scarcely stirred
during all the long drive down town.
Even her eyes grew tired of watching
tho endless rows of buildings and the
seething crowd of faces that hemmed
her i'll on every side.
Its no use" she thought at last, clos
ing them YEARLY. Its all terrible
strange. Everything's differ'nt, an |
don't seem to care for 'em now Isick amt
here"
1t was a very feeble, tired old lady that
the kindly driver set down at last on the
steps of the Aston house. He said few
words privately to the porter who took
her satchel, guided her to the ladies' par
lOr and summoned a chambermaid
This old lady wants a room, he said
to the latter, passing on the hackman's
information, AN guess you'd better
see to her Exile. Size seems pretty well
played ou,.
Give - ~. ~, il you cAa," put in