San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-25


have been longing, longing to kiss you lol
, weeks past, yet dare not, because someth'lls
I in your eyes forbade me? And now, to nave
you of your own accord really willing u
= give my dear desire seems too much
Are you sure that it is that, Or
"My angel what Qu 1st,on' -,
yet perhaps YOU think Don KISS
me lust to oblige me- you know. doil
care so much about it rs all that; put
She finds it impossible to finish the SEN
tence, BECAUSE
Deytcrously. but gently, she draws herself
away from him, and stands lutte apart.
Looking at her he can see she IS troubled.
lie has Opened his lips TO speak. but by a
gesture she restrainS nm.
Il know If now" she says. This Oracuar
speech is accompanied by blush, vivid as
| il is angry and there are large tears in her
eyes. 81 should not have asked you to kiss
me- That was your part, and you have
taught me that | uSurped it. Yet thought
only that was fond of you, that you were
my friend, or like Terry, Or" here the
| grievance gains sound, you should not have
| kissed me like that"
"YOu didn't suppose | was going to kiss
you as Terry might" asks he, with Just in
dgnatiOn. He is your brother; | am
not"
Il don't know anything about it, except
this that it will be very long time before
you have the chance of doing it again. Il
can't bear being Rugged"
Il am very sorry says Mr.. Desmond,
stifly. Let me assure you, however, that
l shall never cause you such offense again
until you wish it,
"Then say never at once" says Monica,
with pout.
VERY good" says Desmond 1t may now
be reasonably supposed that he has met all
her requirements, and that she has no fur
Their complaints to bring forward; but such
is not the case.
81 don't like you when you talk to me like
that" she says, aggreSSively, and with
spoiled-child air, glancing at him from I'M
der her sweeping lashes.
slow am to talk to you, thenY' asks he,
in despair.
You know very well how to talk to Miss
Fitzgerald" retOrts she, prOvOkingly, and
with bold attempt at frOwn. Yet there
Is something about her naughty little face,
hidden, hooking, mischievOus. yet withal
friendly smile as it were, that disarms her
speech of its sting and gives Brian renewed
hope and courage.
He takes her hand deliberately and draws
1t unrepulSed through his arm.
Let US go up this walk" he says, land
leave all angry words and thoughts behind
u.s.
DE makes movement in the direction in
dictated, and finds that she moves with him.
lie finds, too, that her slender fingers have
closed inYOluntarily upon his arm. Plainly,
she is as glad to be at peace with him as he
with her.
Coming to turn in the path, shaded by |
TWO rugged old apple-trees now growing
heavy with their green burden, Desmond |
stands still, and, putting his right hand in |
his pocket, draws out something from it. As |
he does this he cOlOrS slightly.
You wear all your rings on your right
hand" he says, with loving awkardness,
land it seems to me the other poor little |
fingers always look neglected. II wish |
you would take this and make it present |
to your left hand
This is thick gold band, set with three |
large diamonds great briIliancy in gypsy |
fashion.
''Oh not for met says Monica, recoiling,
and clasping her hands behind her back,
yet with her eyes firmly fastened upon the
beautiful ring.
why not for you? Some day shall give |
you all possess; now can give you only |
such things as this"
Indeed | must not take il" says Monica;
but even as she utterS the half-hearted re-
fusal she creepS unCOnSciOusly closer to him,
and, laying her hand upon his wrist, looks
with childish delight and longing at the |
ylittering stones lying in his palm.
But l say you must" says Desmond, |
taking very superior tone. 1T is yours,
not mine. have nothing to do with it. 1t |
vas never meant for me. See" taking up |
Ter hand and slipping the ring on her ell
gagged finger. how pretty your little white
land makes it lOOkr'
1t is always difficult thing to woman |
o bring herself to refuse diamonds, but |
LOUDLY difficult once she has seen them posi-
lively adjoining her own person.
Monica looks at the ring, then signs, then
turns it round and round mechanically, and
finally chances at Desmond. IereturnS the
glance by passing his arm round her Shout
1erS, after which there is never another
word said about the ownership of the ring.
But it will put my poor little pigs in the
sha'lc. wont it," says Monica, looking at
her other hand, and then at him arrhly
''Oh il Is lovely -IpccLy|
Il think might have chosen YOU a pref
tier one, hal run up to Dublin and gone
10 Warehouse myself says Desmond; but
| knew if went | could not possibly get
back until tomorrow evening, and that
would mean losing two whole days of our
precious seven
This speech plcaSes Monica, think, even
more than the ring.
Il am glad you did not GO she says,
softly.
so am Especially as" Here he
pauSpS, and then goes on again hurriedly.
baH Monica xvnt1lI No haya