San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-04

distlnctness, laying ner neau againss suo
gray sleeve Of his coat
A great wave Of coIor-born of emotion
ana love that is stronger than the grave
weeps over his face. He stoops and lays
his lips on hers. When he is gone. Monica
turns suddenly upon Miss Priscilla.
DO not say a word to mer' she cries,
feverish,y; 81 could not bear it--no,u. l
may have done wrong, but am not sorry
for it. l love him. That should explain
everything to you; it means all to mel Moth
ing can alter thatl And will have moth
ing said, nothing; and"
Nothing shall be said, dear child" says
Miss Penelope, gently. Everything shall
be as you wish with regard to us. Can yoa
not trust us to spare you where we can"
81 am ungrateful. must 60 and think 1t
all out, says Monica, stonily, pressing her
hands against her head. She turns away. A
little cry breaks from Miss Priscilla.
"Oh not without kissing us too, Monicaw
she says, in broken voice, holding out her
arms to her niece. Monica throws herself
into them.
Long and eager is the discussion that fol-
lows on the girls disappearance.
The two Misses Blake, side by side, argue
with what they enormously term dispas-
sionate calmness) the case just laid before
them.
II don't know what is to be DONE" says
Miss Priscilla, at length; "all do know is
that, for her sake, consent will be impOssi-
ble."
'And what is to be said to him tomorrow
He looks so earnest, so-full Of her. What
is to be said to himp"
$50 his uncle looked at her mother" says
Miss Priscilla, with terrible bitterness; and
what came of thatp Is this young man to
steal from US our best and dearest-as he
did? Be firm, Penelope. For her sake
crush this attachment before the fickleness
that Is in his blood asserts itself to break her
heart"
81 fear it will be broken either way. He
struck me as being q very attractive young
nan, ard-blt that would be impossible in
GIG OF his nane-.a vary logdble young
T.hn," sss 4 ~ p lS,StSe tin,dly.
"teBa ~ CgU ~ gris,l la, with such
ss-fL g-S E'-G tT--ctt o. vehemencs
as literally makes Miss Penelope jump, 81
am ashamed of you. Whatever we-that
it" Slightly confused) ''youmay think about
that young man, please keep it to yourself,
anu al ltdSl lct lu6 u6NcI NEAR you speak Oh
Q Desmond in admiring terms"
So saying, she stalks from the room, and
drives down to the village to execute COM
mission that has been hanging over her for
| fortnight, and which she chooses to-day to
fulfill il only to prove to the outer world
that she is in no wise upset by the afternoon
excitement.
Yet in a very short time she returns from
her drive, and with a countenance so dis
turbed that Miss Penelope's heart is filled
with fresh dismay.
"What is it?' she says, following Miss
Priscilla into her own room. "You have
heard something further; you have seen"
Eyes, l have seenhim-yOung Desmond"
says Miss Priscilla, with an air Of much agi-
tation. ut was just outside the village, on
my way home; and he was carrying little
hurt child in his arms, and he was hushing
1t so tenderly; and-and the little one was
looking up in his face-and he kissed it
and Why isn't he bad aoicked young
man?' cries Miss Priscilla, in frenzy Of
despair, bursting into tears.