San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-08-08

to my'respect am admiration even while
was fattered by the gallantries Of his
rival.
1t was Mr. Barr who first broke the
silence after we sat down to table by
asking me if had not passed the sum
mer at Thinkers Reach. AS he spoke in
the ordinary guise | was surprised, until
it occurred to me that, as a member of
another school, he could hardly be ex-
pected. even from courtesy or friendship
to practice doctrines TO which he could
not subscribe.
Yes" said |.
Malaria" began Mr.. Spence.
There WAS little murmur of ex-
pectation, and Mr. Fleisch, Drumming
over with excitement, said Bad drain
age."
mo excuse. Sea near. Inhabitants
should agitate question" continued Mr.
Spence.
Every body appearance of health not
withstanding. exclaimed Miss Kingsley.
"Overmuch ozone. said Mr.. Spence.
Unhealthy stimulus. Reaction later"
added the little German.
Are we clear? Air of Tinkers Reach
you know; 50 clever" whispered Miss
Kingsley. leaning toward me behind Mr.
Spence's chair Sure shall break
down
nodded TO give her encouragement.
All this was somewhat bewildering, but
| was able to follow the conversation.
was conscious. too. of Mr.. Bars eyes
fixed upon ME with intensity. he would
eat hurriedly for moment, and then
fold his arms and listen with his brow
almost buried in his black, bristly beard,
and his glance centered on me-
The talk went on briskly.
rapidly grew proficient, and so alb
SOrbed did become in an attempt made
by us three to carry on connectedly an
entire conversation in single words that
| was startled at hearing a voice just be-
hind me say:
Carriage"
turned and found myself face to face
with Mr.. Spence. understood that he
had come to announce to me the arrival
of my coupe.
Servant, he added.
This told me that my maid was wait
ing at the door.
Home" said to my hostess.
EARLY"
Horses"
Sorry"
Her face expressed the regret at my
departure which it seemed to me any
extra words would have impaired the
artistic value of, so much of a convert
to the views regarding moderation had
become
Miss Kingsley produced my wraps
from her boudoir, which Paul Barr, with
brace of signs, assisted me to put on.
babe good evening to them all. Mr..
Spence made me low but formal bow
could see his lip tremble. The instant
after, as with Paul Barr at my side be-
gan to descend the stairs. hurried step
behind told ME that the master was
coming also. went down to my car
riage with one on either hand, the artist
poet pouring out flood of words which
| scarcely needed, while Mr.. Spence in
an occasional monosyllable endeavored
to express the hope that he might meet
me again
Just as | reached the threshold SUI
perb rose, which had been the only orna-
ment of my costume. CHANGED to fall
from my corsage on the marble floor. 1t
lay nearest to Mr.. Spence, who started
to pick it up. but he hesitated, and the
consequent delay was taken advantage
of by his rival who had darted forward
at the same moment. Mr.. Barr lifted
the rose and pressed it to his lips eager
ly. twice and thrice. Then, without ask
ing my leave, he put it in his button
hole. 1t was he, too, who helped me into
my carriage. He bent low over the hand
gave him, while Mr.. Spence, still irres-
olute, bowed from the shadow of the
doorway
May have the honor of calling upon
YOU" asked Paul Barr.
Certainly, if you wish, and, Mr.
Spence ! snail be very glad to see you
also" cried from the carriage window.
CHAPTER LII.
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