San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-27

was always In possession OIL VIC IA6hs
during their engagement
"AhI you like it," says Desmond, looking
down upon her tsnderly,-alluding to the
charming view spread out before then,
dark frs, the floating moon, the tranquil
stars, tho iUimitable ocean, "of AlmighA-
ness Itself the immense and glorious mir
Tor."
Monica makes no verbal answer, but a
sigh Of intensest satisfaction escapes her,
and she turns up to his a lovely face full of
youth and heaven and content. Her eyes
are shining, her lips parted by a glad, tremu-
lous smile. She is altogether so unconscious
ly sweet that it would be beyond the power
of even a Sir PerCivale to resist her.
MY heart Of hearth says Desmond, in q
low, imprisoned tone.
Her smile changes. Without losing beau
ty, it loses something ethereal and gains q
touch Of earth. 1t is more pronounced; it
Is, in fact, amused.
II wonder where you learned all your
terms of en~dearment" she says, slowly,
looking at him from under her curling
laSheS.
81 learned them when 1 saw you. They
had their birth then and there"
An eloquent silence follows this earnest
speech. The smile dies from Monica's lips,
and a sudden thoughtfulness replaces it.
"You never called any one your heart Of
hearts before, thenP' she asks, somewhat
wistfully.
"Never-neUer. You believe me?"
Eyes" Her lids drop. Some inward
| thought possesses her, and then-with q
sudden accession Of tenderness very rare
with her-she lifts her head, and lays her
soft. cool cheek fondly against his.
- BJ ro.,a Shn n,,-, man In q
tone broken by emotion.
For a moment he does not take her in his
arms: some fear lest she may change her
mind and withdraw her expression OF affec-
ton deters him; and when at last he does
press her to his heart, it is gently and with
a careful suppression of all vehemence.
Perhaps no man in all the world Is so cal
culated to woo and win this girl as Desmond.
Perhaps there is no woman so formed -
gaih and keep him as Monica.
Holding her now in a light but warn
clasp, he knows he has his heaven in mis-
arms; and she, though hardly yet awake to
the full sweetness of Loves young dream"
understands at least the sense Of perfectrest
and glad content that o~vertills her when
with him.
"What are you thinking ofm she says,
presently.
'Myn slderlevest ladye deare," quotes he,
softly.
And what of her?"
"That to the deth myn herte is to her
holde,-yes, for ever and ever" says Des-
mond, solemnly.
~ am very glad Of that" says Monica,
simply; and then she raises herself from his
embrace and looks straight down to the sea
again.
At this moment voices, not approaching
but passing near them, reach their ears.
'They are going il" says Monica hurried
ly, and with a regret that is very grateful 10
him. 1--WE must go too" .-'a .'" -.
Must weep reluctantly. Perhaps"
Frightening, 'they nre only going to try the
effect higher up"
mo. They are crossing the gravel to the
hall door,"
'They are devoid of souls, to be able to
quit so divine a view in such hot haste. Be-
sides, it is absurdly early to think Of going
indoors yet BY Jove, thought looking at
his watch, "I'm wrong; it is we'll after
eleven. Now, who would have thou hit it?"
Are you sure you mean eleueRf' with
fattering incredulity.
.'Only too sure. Hasn't the time gone by
quickly? Well, I suppose / must take you
in, which means candles and bed for you,
and a dreary drive home for Kelly and me-,
and not a chance of seeing you alone again"
This time last week you couldn't have
seen me at ALL" says Miss Beresford.
''True. l am ungrateful. And altogether
this has been such a delightful evenings
me at least; were," doubtfully, you hap
pyF"
Very, very happy" with earnest, uplift-
ed eyes.
"Darling lowell am afraid l must give
you up to Mrs. O'COnnor now" he goes on,
presently, when an ecStatic thought or tive
has had time to come and go. But, before
going, say goodnight to me here"
Goodnight, Brian"
He has never attempted to kiss her since
that first time (and last so far in the or
chard; and even now, though her pretty
head is pressed against him, and her face 10
dangerously close to his, he still refrains.
He has given her his word and will not
break it; but perhaps he cannot altogether
repress the desire to expostulate with her
on her cruelty, because he gives voice to the
y gentle protest that rises to his lips.
THAT is a very cold goodnight" he says.
"YOu would say quite as much as that to
Kelly or any Of the Others"
SuOulul GALL uI' NAOly Wy uS Sullo-
tan name" a.. r.n.s
"No; but you would ROnayne." 49,
We'll, l sha'n'tagain, if you don'tlikeit. "
THAT has nothing at all to do wi h what
l mean. l only think you might show me
a little more favor than the rest"
Goodnight, then, dear Brian. Now, l
certainly shou dn't dream of calling Mr.. Ro-
nayne dear Ulic."'
'Of course not. l should hope not, in
deedl But still-there is something else
that you m ght do for me-"