San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-07
B6dtrlX Randolph.
By JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

right The only ditficufty then would
be that should seem to be, in certain
way, dependent on her. But have been
thinking the last few days that I'd go
into some profession-engineering, or
architecture, or something of that kind
and then / guess could be making
money enough in year or two to take
the edge off the thing. I'm not fool,
sis, though maybe have acted rather
like one"
"You are the dearest and best brother
in the world" said Beatrix, with the
gentleness of profound convictions; and
ON the heels of this moderate statement
Wallie Dinsmore came into the room
and invited Edward to sit down to
cold lunch with him. "The ladies would
not wait for u.s." he observed, "and it
would be foolhardy for us to wait for
dinner. OF course Miss Randolph and
Mrs. Dinsmore will pour out our beer
| for u.s."
Edward assented; but Beatrix, after a
| moments hesitation, excused herself on
some feminine plea, and, refusing any
escort or offer of carriage, set out on
| foot toward her home, as she had accus-
toned herself to call it. The evening
was now at hand, though it lacked
something of o'clock. The sidewalks
were covered with drifting layer of
white, and the flakes still swirled and
dangled downward from the obscure
darkness overhead. AS Beatrix, walk
ing briskly, approached Madison square
the frigid glare of the electric lamp,
from the summit of its immense mast,
marked itself out ON the storm like
gigantic tent of light.
Warmly wrapped in her fur lined
cloak Beatrix did not mind the snow
and wind; they gave her kind of pleas
ure; she felt strengthened and heart
ened by the robust pungency of the at
mosphere. 1t reminded her of her win
tiers in the old place far up the Hudson
the days of frozen forests and gigantic
snowballs, and the long icicles hanging
from the caves on the southwest corner.
Well, her work was all but done, and
she might begin that life again as soon
as she pleased. But could that life ever
begin again for her? After all the events
and experiences of this season could she,
in a moment, become Beatrix Randolph
once more? Had not the name of Ma
rama carried some spell with it, whose
effects would never leave her? AS she
speculated thus, and her heart began to
sink again, she turned the corner of
Fifth avenue and came into collision
with a gentleman who was proceeding
swiftly in the opposite direction.
Her head was bent, her veil was over
her eyes, the air was full of snow and
the confusing dazzle of street lights; it
was impossible that she should know
who this man was, and yet she did know
at once, and she even fancied that she
had anticipated the meeting a moment
before it occurred. And, first, great
wave of Joy seemed to swell and muir
muir in her heart, and then she called to
mind all manner of unwelcome and
Gripping considerations, and drew her
self together in a defensive attitude.
Physically she stopped, breathing quick
ly, and removing one hand from her
muff to keep down her veil. She
thought he would perhaps not recognize
her. But a man can recognize the
woman he loves by glimpse of the
movement of her shoulder far off in a
crowd-nay, by the toss Of the feather
in her hat. The magic of love consists
mainly in its stimulating us to use our
senses; and then we are surprised to dis
cover what a marvellous capacity and
keenness those senses have. The heaven
ly intelligence of angels can only be the
result of the depth and ardor of their
power to love.
''Mademoiselle" began, and stop
ped, for he had never called her by her
real name, and though he knew now
what it was it had no personal associa-
ton with her in his mind. 81 was go
ing to find you," he continued.
81 was not lost. So you have returned,
Mr.. Dillingham;"
81 must speak to you, Miss Ran
dolph!"
els it necessary ON this corner? A
singer must be careful of her throat,
you know
"Take my arm. I'll get hack for
you"
THANK you; 1 am doing very well"
She walked on and he walked beside
her. The facilities for conversation
were certainly not good, even had the
readiness been there. He was six or
seven inches taller than she, and he was
obliged to stoop and speak loud in order
to insure her hearing him, while he was
in danger of missing or Misunderstanding
the muffled murmur of her replies. But
there was in Bellingham great deal of
constancy and concentration of purpose.