San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-11

contracting his browS, as if recalling un-
pleasant experiences in foreign lands;
"our own country is far more beautiful
and interesting than the older ones"
But our country is not itself any
longer, since She checked herself, col
ored slightly and turned To look out of
the window. She was thinking of the
old mill.
"Oh. there's q reaction, he said, cheer
fully parrying the suggestion her abrupt
silence offered. "a few years will clear
things all up. But WIS going to ask
you to give me commission. should
be glad to serve you. Can fetch you
or send you anything from London or
Paris? 1t will tighten the burden of my
journey to have some pleasant duties to
perform aside from the dull object at
Amsterdam"
Shall you go to Paris:"
Yes, for few days-a mere business
call"
But you will not be in the southern
Provinces"
"Oh, no."
Then | can give you no commission"
she said with sweet, far away smile,
haze of dreamy longing in her amber
gray eyes.
He looked intently at her, but she was
not aware of the sudden scrutiny.
lis there any special place? What town
in the south of France?" he presently in
quired.
"Oh, it was a foolish whim," she ex-
claimed quickly recovering herself. 81
was thinking how it would please papa
to have some souvenir of his ancestral
place.
What place is it," he carelessly in
quired
lie Chateau Chenier, near Apt, on
the road from Avignon. There is much
evidence. papa says, that the estate is
rightfully ours.
"Ah, how romantic, even if it isn't
realr' he responded, plucking his mus
tache, and lost i'll thought.
Papa has great faith. Just before
the War broke ont he had got ready to
go look into it, but when that came he
lost everything, and
This is extremely interesting" said
Julian. taking advantage Of her falter
ing, ARE there any documents"
Rosahe smiled, and holding her hands
about foot apart said:
"A bundle this thick
Edgar Julians mind worked like light
ming for few moments.
How much is the estate supposed to
be WORTH" he presently asked.
"Oh, don't know, ever so much, some
hundreds Of thousands, though, quite a
fortune" she replied. Il have heard
papa say how much, but | have for
gotten.
The mature and stalwart man sat
there gazing at that 1.-the, beautiful girl.
Some obscure feeling, hitherto unknown
to him. began to stir in his bosom, as if
a new element was softly diffusing itself
throughout his source of consciousness.
He rose, and standing moment before
her, as she half dropped in the easy
chair, he looked down upon her shining
hair as one who looks upon something
grown suddenly very dear to HIM. His
deep set, magnetic eyes grew soft and
his swarthy cheeks paled Il little. lie
rallied, passed his hand across his fore
head, and looking toward the piano
said:
play something for me, please; some
thing cheering; I'm gloomy"
II am very sorry, but | do not know
the piano. do not play" she replied.
She instantly thought Of her dear old
banjo at the mill.
But haven't you guitar? All the
southern ladies play the guitar. He
spoke lightly and resumed his seat near
her.
Il play on the banjo" she said, and
regretted it instantly, for Mrs. Roosevelt
had charged her not to speak of this to
any one
"Oh. You're seized by the new craze"
he exclaimed. lit is the latest fashion
able thing, believe Won't You let me
hear you:"
But left my banjo in Georgia, she
responded. Il wish had not. sadly
miss it sometimes" She ended with
little quick sigh.
One misses SO many things away
from home he said. Its "A great bore
to go anywhere: one always has to 50
just at point when one doesn't wish to,
and to place one doesn't care anything
for"
He still spoke Light. -. i.:ers' was
To he Continued.