San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-19

| faintest glimmer of smile, that Is surely
| full Of friendlineSs and confidence, If moth
ing more, lights up her eyes and plays
| around her pensive mouth. A moment, and
the smile has vanished, but the remem-
brance of it lives with him forever.
Yes, his wOOing is rapid, and she is not
won; but "she likes me" thinks Desmond,
with touch of rapture he has never known
before. Certainly, she lttes me; and
there is always time and hope"
MY dear Monica, it grows late" says
Miss Priscilla at this moment. Say good
by to Madame O'COnnor, and let us CO."
"'Oh, not a bit of it nOw," says Madame
O'Connor, Hospitality, in her rich, broad
brogue, inherited in all its purity, no doubt,
from her kingly ancestor. You mustn't
take her away yet; sure the day is young.
Mr.. Ryde, why don't you get Miss BereSfOTd
to play game with you? In my time, a
young fellow like you wouldn't wait to be
told to make himself agreeable to pretty
girl. There, 60 now, do! Have you brought
your own racket with yOu?'
II left it at home" says Mr. Ryde. Fact
is" affectedly, II didn't think tennis was
known over here. Didn't fancy you had a
court in the land"
This speech fires the blood of the O'TooleS'
last descendant.
Madame OConnOr uprearS a naughty
crest, and fixes the luckleSs lieutenant with
an eagle eye beneath which he Quails
''There is no doubt we lack much" she
says, taking his measure with lofty scOrn;
"but we have at least our manners"
With this she turns her back upon him,
| commences a most affable discussion with
Miss Penelope, leaving her victim speech
| less with fright.
Have brandy-and-sOda, Ryder says
| Mr.. Kelly, who is always everywhere re-
garding the wretched marine through his
eye-glass with gaze of ineiiable sadness.
'Nothing like it, after an engagement of
| this sort"
~ thought Ireland was the land for
jokes" says the injured Ryde, Indignantly,
StOck-in-trade sort of thing over here:
and yet when give 'em one of mine they
turn upon me as if was the worst in the
world. l don't believe any one understands
'em over here"
You see, your jokes are too fine for us"
says Mr.. Kelly, mOurnfully. 1--WE miss the
point of them"
''You are all the most uncomfortable peO-
pie ever met" says the wrathful marine.
I'VE are, we are" acQuiesces Kelly I'VE
are really a very stupid people. Anything
delicate or refined is lost upon us, or is met
in an unfriendly spirit. give you my word,
have known fellows head smashed for
less than half what you said to Madame
O'COnnOr Just now. Prejudice runs high in
this land. You have, perhaps" in friend
ly tone, 'heard of shillalah?'
mo, haven't" sulkily.
mo? rcdJIy? 1t is quite an institution
here. It's sort of big stick, very UNI
pleasant stick, and is used freely upon the
smallest difference of opinion. You'll meet
them round every corner when you get more
used to us; you'd Ike to see them, wouldn't
your"
mo, shouldn't" still more sulkily.
"Oh, but you ought, you know. If you are
going to live for any time in a country, you
should study its institutions. The best way
to see this one is to make cutting remarks
about Ireland in a loud voice when two or
three of the peasants are near you. They
don't like cutting remarks, they are so stupid
and jokes such as yours annoy them fearful
ly. Still, you mustn't mind that; you must
smother your natural kindlineSs of DISPOSE
ton and annoy them, if you want to see the
shillalah."
81 said nothing to annoy Mrs. OCOnnor,
at any rate" says Mr.. Ryde. 'She needn't
have taken a simple word or two like that"
You see, we are all so terribly thin-skin-
ned" says Mr.. Kelly regretfully, Il quite
blush for my cOuntry-peOple. OF course
there are noble exceptions to every rule.
am the noble exception here. don't feel
in the least annoyed with you. Now do try
some brandy, my dear fellow; it will do you
alEthe good in the world"
are laughing at me or not" says the marine,
eying him doubtfully.
II never laugh" says Mr.. Kelly, reproach-
fully. Il thought eUen you could see that.
Well, will you have that B. and S.%'
But Mars is huffed, and declines to accept
consolation in any shape. He strOlls away
with an injured air to where his brother
officer, Captain Goblet, is standing near the
hall door, and pOurs his griefs, into his ears.
Captain Goblet being a very spare little
man with ,half-starved appearance and
dismal expression, it is doubtful whether
poor Ryde receives from him the amount of
sympathy required.
MAY l see you to your carriage, Miss
Blake?" says Desmond, finding she and Miss
Penelope are bent on going; and Aunt Pris
ella, who has taken quite fancy to this
strange young man, gives her gracious per
mission that he shall accompany them to the
foSSilzied chariot awaiting them.
''WhO is he, my dear Priscilla"' asks Miss
Penelope, in a stage whisper, as they go.
Don't know, my dear, but vastly agree
able man, very superior to those of his own
age of the present day. He is marvelOusly
polite, and has, think, quite superior
air."
Quite says Penelope, land very sweet
expression besides,-sO open, so ingenious.
l wish all were like him." This with a sigh,
Terence having proved himself open to sus-
picion with regard TO plain dealing the past