San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-03
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his duty to you, too, and he is better,
but he has been much afflicted with the egg
| cups for the last two days."
'"The Whdt" says Miss Penelope, looking
perplexed in the extreme.
| "Oh, Terry! how can you be so Silly?"s
| says Kit with another merry laugh.
How am l silly?" with an impossible
countenance. Young Driscoll is silly, Of
course, and evidently looks upon part of the
breakfast-ware as enemies of some sort. But
that is not my fault"
'Hiccoughs he must have meant, my
dear" says Miss Priscilla, hastily. Dear
--dear-dear! what terrible shock he
they-must have got last night at COole"
When day is deepening into eventide,
Monica finding Kit alone, kneels down be-
side her, and lays her cheek to hers.
| All day long she has been brooding miser-
ably over her lovers danger, and dwelling
with foolish persistency upon future dan
| gers born of her terrified imagination.
| She had been down to their trysting-place
| at the river, hardly hoping to find him there,
| vet had been terribly disappointed when she
| had not found him, Brian at that very mo
| ment being busy with police and magis-
| trates and law generally.
| what is it, duckyp" says Kit, very ten
derby, laying down her book and pressing
her pretty sister close to her.
| exit" says Monica, with fearful eyes, do
| you think it is all true that Timothy said
| this morning about their-their starving at
| Coole? Oh, Kit, 1 can't bear to think he is
| hungry"
at is dreadful! 1 don't know what to
think" says Kit. IF nobody will sell them
anything, suppose they have nothing to
eat"
At this confederation of her worst fears,
Monica dissolved into tears.
II couldn't eat my chicken at lunch,
thinking of him." she sobs 1T stuck in
my throat"
poor sweet ve!-it apdS dry" says Kit,
expanding into the widest affection. She
kisses Monica fOndly, and Though you
would inevitably have suffered death at her
hands had you even limited at it) is begin
ming to enjoy herself intensely. Once again
this lucklesS couple look to her for help.
She is to be the one to raise them from their
Slough of Despond," -difficult but con-
genial task. "Then you have been existing
on lemon tart and one glass of sherry since
breakfast-timer' she says, with the deepest
commiseration. "Poor darling! l saw it;
noticed you ate nothing ercept the tart
You liked that, didn't your
81 didn't says Monica. 81 hated it. And
was a cruel, cold-hearted wretch to touch
it. But it was oweet-a nd-I-it-someho
disappeared"
at did" says Kit, tenderly.
''0h, Kit, help mew
"You mean you want to take him some
thing wherewith to stave off the pangs of
hunger" says the younger Miss Beresford,
1 xxyit thatn nfS tyla ha Of
fectS in moments of strong excitement, and
with the vigor that distinguishes. Il see,
certainly" She grows distracted. There's
leg of mutton hanging in the larder, with
some fowl, and a quarter of lamb, she says,
presently. "But suppose, if we took them,
Aunt Priscilla would put us in the hue-and-
cry"
ut mustn't be thought Of No, no; think
of something else"
Bread then. Ordinary, of course, very
ordinary, but yet the staff of life" "
II couldn't take him anything so nasty as
mere Bread" says Monica, in despair. "But,
if cook would make us a cake"
"a big one, with currantS! The very
thingp says Kit, with decision. "And she
will never betray us. Reilly, in little affairs
of this kind, though sadly wanting where
soups are concerned lis quite all she ought
to be-"
'When will it be baked? He must get it
tonight" says Monica, who is evidently
afraid her lover, if not succored, will die Of
want before morning.
Leave all to me" says Kit, fitting away
from her through the gathering gloom to
seek the lower regions and its presiding
goddess.
Leaving all to Kit means that when din
;c Oyor ahnut half-naCt pipht the two
Misses Beresford may be seen crossing the
boundary that divides Moyne from Coole
with anxious haste and hot cake.
This last is Rugged to MOnica's breast,
and is plainly causing her the greatest in
convenience. 1t is huge cake, and has to
be carried parcelwise, being much too big
for the smaller basket they had, and much
too small for the bigger. But Monica
though it is heavy beyond description
Though, hope, light in every other way,
for the sake of ReiIlys reputatiOn) and still
appallingyhOt-tru alongw with it brave
: ", resisting all Kits entreatieS to be allow
ed to share the burden.
"Who are those coming toward us through
the elms down there?" says Mr.. Kelly, sud-
! denly.
He and Brian Desmond are sitting upon
| garden-seat outside the dining-room win
dows, enjoying an after-dinner cigar.
| "Where?' says Brian, following his glance.
| ''Eh?-What?" There is a second pause,
then, rising to his feet with much precipi-
fancy, he filings his cigar to the winds, and
before Owen has time to recover from his
establishment at these proceedings, is well
out of sight. A turn in the lawn has hidden
Brian and the advancing figures from his
| view.
/ ttMnnina z, Sa1rs Desmond rs he reacheS