San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-15

w S<ff ening his dim
~ inutive figure
in comical
fashion as though he were initiating
soldier on parade.
lin the first place." he said, lin
order to appreciate my skill, you
should realize the immense disad-
vantages under which | labor. | am
dwarf, my dear Unorna. In the
presence Of that kingly wreck Of a
Homeric man. - he pointed to the
sleeper beside them - Il am a Their
sites, if not pigmy. TO have much
chance OF success. l should ask
you TO close your eyes, and
to imagine that my stat
ure matches my voice. That gift at
least / flatter myself, would have
been appreciated on the plains OF
Troy. But in other respects re-
semble neither the long-haired Greeks
nor the trousered Trojans. am old
and hi1eOus, and in outward appear
ance | am as like Socrates as in in
ward disposition | am totally different
lIuul uilll. AuhIbs SluSS L tlllllb H.
that l am the ugliest and smallest
man OF your acquaintance"
1T is not to be denied" said
Unorna," with smile.
'"Ihe admission will make the per-
Torrance so much the more interest
ing. And now, as the conjurer says
when he begins, observe that there is
no deception. That is the figure OF
speech called lying, because there Is
to be nothing but deception from begin
ming to end. Did you ever consider
the nature of lie, Unorna? 1t is =
very interesting subject"
Il thought you were going to make
love to me"
True; how easily one forgets
these little things! Can there be any
thing more contemplate, more laugha-
bic, more utterly or hopelessly absurd
than an old and ugly man declaring
his unrequited passion for woman
who might be his granddaughter
Very like said Unorna with a
laugh.
And yet-my evening star-dear
star of my fast sinking evening-gol-
den Unorna-shall | be cut of from
love because my years are many? Or
rather, shall l not love you the more,
because the years that are left are
few and scantily blessed? May not
your dawn blend with my sunset and
make together one short day."
That is very pretty" said Unorna,
thoughtfully. He had tie power Of
making his speech sound like deep,
soft music.
For what is loveP" he asked. lis
it garment, jewel, a fanciful orna-
ment which only boys and girls may
wear upon summers holiday? Is
love beauty? Is love youth? Is love
yellow hair, or blackp Is love the
rose upon the lip or the peach bios
som in the cheek that only the young
may call it theirs? If that is love, if
that is the idol OF your shrine, the
vision of your dreams, the familiar
genius OF your earthly paradise, why
then, indeed, he who worsh!ps by
your side, and who would share the
habitation of your happiness, must
wear AbsalOm's aGOinted curis and
walk with Agag's delicate step. What
matter if he be foolish. ialIhless, for
getful. inyonstant, changeable Us the
tide of the sea? He Is young
Good" SHE said "YOa tell me
what love is not but you do not tell
NE what it is"
"LCve is the immortal essence OF
mortal passion; together they are as
soul and body, one being; separate
them, and the body without the soul II
a monster; the soul without the body
is no longer human. nor earthly, nor
real TO US at all, though still divine.
Love stands at the gateway OF each
human soul, holding in his hands a
rose and drawn sword--the sword Is
for the many, the rose is for the one.
Have you ever loved thai you
should talk like thatP" she asked.
He turned upon her almost feroely.
Loved? Yes, as you can never
love; as you, in your woman's heart
can never dream Of lOVinG-Tlth
every thought with every fibre. with
every pulse, with every breath; with
love that is burning the Old oak
through and through, root and
branch, core and knot to fsathsry
ashes that you may scatter with a