San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-05

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Mr.. Wallie Dinsmore had been in
| dulging in a good deal of casuistry Of
late, owing to desire to reconcile his
| theory that human beings ought TO help
| one another with his temperamental
aversion 10 being mixed up In other PEG
| pies affairs he might have evaded the
difficulty by handing over the matter
which troubled him to Mrs. Cadwalader:
but that would only have been an indi.
rect way of forcing his own hand. He
! smoked great number of cigars, seated
| in his study chair, and incidentally tried
| to stare his great, white owl out of coun-
| tenance; but he hesitated still.
One morning while thus occupied he
heard carriage stop at the door and a
card was brought up to him. Contrary
| to his usual custom in such cases, he
| jumped up, tossed his cigar into the fire,
gave a pull to his collar and jerk to
| his coat, and babe the servant conduct
Mile Mariana upstairs.
By the time she appeared he had re-
covered his genial serenity. He shook
hands with her with the quiet cordiality
| of man constantly in the habit of receiv'
ing famous prime dome in his private
| sitting room, and at the same time gave
| the servant look which intimated that
| he would be not at home while this visit
| or remained.
"You come in good season." said he.
1.-The ov and have just been talking
about you"
81 did not ask for Mrs. Dinslnore," be-
gan the prima donna.
We'll, know" interposed Wallie. 81
have often tried to persuade her that the
| morning is the proper time to receive
calls, but she is still welded to he1
/ superstitions. You must try to put NJ
with me. believe should make a
pretty good aunt"
The lady felt the kindness with which
he endeavored to put her at her eass,
| and faint color dawned in her cheeks.
| He went on:
81 see by the papers that You are sooh
| to leave as. 1t must be pleasant to you
to feel how much respect and regard, as
well as renown, you have won since you
came here. hope it may soon bring you
back TO usY'
''Do you respect me, Mr.. DinsmoreY
demanded she, fixing her eyes on him.
"You were an enigma to me at first, >
he replied Immediately, but respected
you involuntarily, even before | knew
that was right in doing So"
He met her look as he spoke, and she
felt that he spoke what he meant.
81 came to ask you to help me respect
myself" she said, with pause between
"Did you know that was an actress as
well as a singer
IL knew what you refer to the first
moment we met" answered he, with
friendly smile. 81 had seen Mile. Ma
| rama abroad"
She did not need to ask him whether
he had kept her secret. Between per
sons of a certain order of integrity as
surances of such kind are superfluous.
She breathed sigh of relief. He had
known, and yet had not withheld his re
spect, the respect of gentleman. Her
sad heart began to take little courage
81 think know your father. Mr.. Ran
dolph," he resumed, with the slightest
accent of interrogation. You must not
think me Paul Pry, but Mr.. Randolph
is a gentleman of the old school, not
good dissimulator, and he accidentally
betrayed himself to me one day without
knowing it. Perhaps | ought to have
confessed to him, but am wretchedly
undecided mortal about such things, and
have been debating for the last month
what had better do. More than month:
in fact, ever since Godfrey Bellingham
went away"
As he carelessly uttered the last
words his glance passed over her. She
did rot move an eyelid. Her breath