San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-02

the dog-caft awaiting them outside, II which
they had driven ever in the sunny morning
that seems impossible, when Madame o Cen
aer sweeps down upon them.
take of those coats at snce," she says.
what do you mean, Brian? 1 wouldn't
have it On NY conscience to send rat cut
Of my house on such night as this, unlss,
under cover" Her conscience is gadame's
strong point She excels In il. She ofttines
swears by It'll Her promise to Miss Priscilla
that Desmond shall not sleep beneath her
roof during Nonica's stay is forgotten Or
laid aside, and finally, with smile OF salts.
faction, she sees the two young men carried
of by Ronayne for final smoke before,
turning in.
81 don't feel bit sleepy myself says
Monica c who is , looking King as fre1 and sweet
Neither do l." says Olga. "Coms to nay
room, then, and talk to me for minute or
two"
They must have been long minutes, be-
cause it is quite An hour later whom little
slender figure, clad in pretty white dress
ing-gown, energies on tip-tos from Mrs. Bo-
huns room and steals hurricdly along the
deserted corridor.
| Somebody else is hurryins along this cor
ridor, too. Seeing the childish figure in the
white gown, he pauses; perhaps he thinks
it is ghost; but, II so, he is adoughty man
because he goes swiftly up to it with glad
smile upon his lips.
my darling girl" hs says, in subdued
voice, II thought you were in the middle Of
your first happy dream by this"
Monica smiles, and leaves her hand in
his.
81 am not such lazy-bones as you evil
IDENTIFY thought me-" she says. 'But must
| hurry now, indeed. All the world is abed,
suppose; and if Kit wakes and finds me
not yet come, she will be frightened"
Before you 60, tell me you will meet me
somewhere tomorrow. You," uncertainty,
''are going home tomorrow, are you notT'
"Yes. But-but-ho,0 can meet your 1
| have almost given my word to Aunt Pris-
| ella to do nothing-clandestine- that;
and how shall break it? You are always
| tempting me, and'-a soft glance stealing
to him from beneath her lashes-"I should
| Ike to see you, of course, but so much duty
l owe to her."
"Your first duty is to your husband" re-
spends he, gravely.
She turns to him with startled eyes.
"Who is that?' she asks. ..
81 am" boldly; ''or at least I soon shall
be; it is all the same"
How sure you are of me" she says, with
| Just the faintest touch Of offense in her tone
that quickens his pulses to fever-heat.
"Surer' he says, with melancholy raised
| by passion into something that is almost
yehemence. WAS ever 50 unsure Of any
thing, wonder9 There is so little certain
| ~ connected with you in my mind that half
my days are consumed by doubts that rem
der me miserable Yet put my trust In
you. Upon your sweetness build my hope
l feel you would not willingly condemn any
one to death, and what could do but die if
you now throw me overP But you cont, !
tttrik." i'' .. '.' 80 .'..a
mo, no." says Monica, impulsively, tears
in her eyes and voice. Tremblingly she
yields herself to him, and lets him hold her
to his heart in close embrace. "How could
you think that of me? Have you forgotten
that kissed your' ..'"
Plainly she lays great stress upon that
rash act committed the other night beneath
the stars. #
Forget nP' says Desmond, in q tone that
leaves nothing to be desired. "You are
| mine, then, now,-now and forever" he
says, presently.
'sBut there is always Aunt Priscilla" says
Monica, nervously. Her tone is full of af-
Fiction. "Oh, if she could only see me
now"
Well, she can't, that's one comfort; not
If she were the hundred-eyed Argus her
self"
II feel / am behaving very badly to her"
says Monica, dolorously. II am, in spite OF
myself, deceiving her, and tomorrow, when
it is all over, L"
1T shan't be over" interrupts he, with
considerable vigor. What thing to say"
II shall feel 80 guilty when get back to
Moyne. Just as If had been doing some
thing dreadful. So have, think. How
shall ever be able to look her in the face
againT'
Don't you know? 1t is the simplest
| thing in the world. You have only to fix
| your eyes steadily on the tip of her nose,
and there you are!
This disgraceful frivolity on the part Of
her lover rouses quick reproach in Monicas
| eyes.
81 don't think it is a nice thing to laugh
at one" she says, very justly incensed. Il
wouldn't laugh at yolL if you were unhappy.
| You are not the least help to me. What am
/ to say to Aunt Prscillaw
"How dye do? first; and then-in an airy
| tone, you know-I am going TO be married,
as soon as time permits, to Brian Desmond.
No, no." penitently, catching tirmer hold
| of her as she makes valiant but Intellectual
effort to escape the shelter of his arms, Il
| didn't mean it, l am sorry, and FL never
do it again. I'll sympathze with dr,yntt1tg
you say if you will promise not to desert
me-"
1T is you" reproachfully, who deserts
me, and in my hour of need. i don't think"
wistfully, Il am so very much to blame, am
l? didn't ask you to fall in love with me,
and when Won cana here all this week to