San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-30

Here comes your nephew. Mr.. Craig,
and the young lady" cricl Miss Morton,
interrupting herself-her seat was opposite
one OF the windows There is another
gentleman with them. | seem to know
him. Why, it is Berie Everard, and he
has rod in his hand. | thought he had
gone with the decr-stalkers. Now he will
expect me to drive him back. What q
borep'
In few moments Miss Black came in,
blushing brightly from pleasure at seeing
Mona, as well as from habitual shyness.
She came straight to her, aud kissed her
with quiet cOrdiality. Kenneth, too, had
no eyes for anyone but Mona, until he had
greeted her.
''Then Miss Morton called out
"How goes it, Mr.. Macalisteri Come
here and sit by me. What a provoking
creature you are to be out, when / have
taken the trouble to drive over here"
Kenneth COlored crimson, and explained
to her and to his uncle that he was not fit
to sit down to table, after dragging a net,
until he had changed his clothes. Then
he made his escape.
Everard went up to Mr. Craig.
VERY glad to see you, SIR" he said,
WIN uuAlSduA IlNllIby. nave Dttu GULL
ing to call on you two or three times. Now
l have made my way here at rather an I'M
suitable time, which hope you'll excuse"
''Sit We doom, sit ye DOOM cried Uncle
Sandy. 'All times are suitable-'specially
when food is ready Bring mair cups and
cookies We are nae denuded, though the
housewife has been awa'."
81 thought you had gone with the deer
stalkers." said Mona.
81 intended going, but Lisle was in such
beastly bad temper I thought wouldn't
venture We would have been sure to
quarrel. This place looks uncommOnly
well-eyer so much better than when Fitz-
allan had it. That's partly your doing, Ell,
Mona? Thank you," as she handed him
his tea. IL must say women can be Of use
in making the inside Of house bearable,
if in nothing else"
al believe men would do it better II they
put their minds to it," said Miss Morton.
you ought not to say so, even IL you
think it." returned Everard. 1T isn't
good form for woman to run down wo-
man."
"But I don't run thsm down." cried
Miss Morton. Then interrupting herself,
as Mary was about to take the seat beside
her-"No, mol that is Mr.. Macalister's
place"
Poor Mary fed to Mona's side of the ta-
bic.
Come by me, dearie," said Uncle Sandy,
bursting" nearer the end Of the table to
make room for her.
why, you never do anything else" con-
tinued Everard, speaking to Miss Morton.
You bully all the women up at the
Lodge to no end"
why do they let me, them They are so
weak, cannot help it."
The apostle says" began Uncle Sandy,
with some solemuity, intending TO convey
dignified rebuke, and to say word in
season.
(Which apCstle?" asked Everard, quick
ly. "The Apostle Paul was man of the
world. He might have an idea or two on
the extremely complicated question Of fe-
male character, but the rest are nowhere
on such a subject"
You are really the most contradictory
creature ever met, Bertiew exclaimed
Miss Morton. You are always railing at
women yourself, but if Isay a word against
them, you are up in arms. "
I'm armsl Whose arms? Yours2 | am
afraid you would give me more of bears
hug than loving squeeze"
"Well!' cried Kenneth, who had return
ed clothed in his very best kilt and plaid,
hastily swallowing 4 lump Of shOrt-bread,
and reddening vehcmently with the effort,
as also at the sound of his own voice, Il
say that no man is good for much who
thinks the world would be worth living in
! OF 90 loIiaS
"Bravo, Kenneth" said Mona, while
Mary clapped her hands, and Uncle Sandy
again essayed to express his views.
the mon VIVA has ma kindly thocht
for the mither that watched over him,
and"
"Onl mothers don't count in Mr.. Ever
ards world" interrupted Miss Morton.
"He is so devoid of human feeling, that hV
must have been Matched by some patent
incubator, like the funny little fluffy chick
ems one sees in that window in Regent
Street"
Thank you," said Everard. liam large
ly in your debt. When" turning to Uncle
Sandy, "are you going to let Mona come
back to us?'
"Ool when she likes, when she likesp
II am not going from home again, thank
you" said Mona. II am conceited enough
to think that am of more use here than
anywhere else"
And so you are. my lassie, so you arew
why we will all be inconsolable, and
Isle will be tearing his hair! Come, Miss
Morton, il you have done deluding that son
of the mountains, it is time to drive me
back to the Lodge"
"Why, are You not going to walk"
mot if l can help it.
"Tnen suppose we must CO." to Ken
meth. You will be sure to tell me what
day it will suit you to guide me to this
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