San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-02


standing at the head of the room, surround
I'd, as usual, by young men. Look az her.
Was there ever such a picture? She is like
a martyr at the stake. That intense express
sion suits her"
Brian Desmond Pushes little, and Kelly
comes to the rescue.
"A martyr" he says. II don't think
kyde would be obliged to you if he heard
you. should name him as the martyr, il
were you. Just see how hopelessly silly-I
mean, sentimental-he looks.n
Yet think she faneies him." says Lord
Rossmoyne, who is one of those men who
are altogether good, respectable, and dense.
"Nonsense!' says Madame O'Connor, in
dignantly. What on earth would she fancy
that jaekanapes for, when there are good
men and true waiting for her round every
corner?'
As she says this, she glances whole vol
umes Of encouragement at Desmond, who,
however, is so depressed by the fact that
Monica has danced i've times with Ryde,
and is now dancing with him again, that he
gives her no returning glance.
At this apparent GOODNESS on his part, the
blood of all the kings of Munster awakes in
Madame O'Connor's breast.
L
wouldn't give good farthing for the lot Of
you, to let that girl 60 by! She came into
Rossmoyne on the top of hay-cart, hear,
more luck to her, says l for it shows the
pluck In her and the want Of the sneakins
fear of what he and she will say (more
especially she) that spells half our women.
When was her age I'd have done it myself.
Rossmoyne, get out of that, till get an
thar laol - hnr II 10 hnp 90
me good. 1t is so full Of life ct le bcdute du
dtdble" says Madame o. Connor, who speaks
French like native, and, be it understood
Irish, too.
I'VE like to look at her, too" says Owen
Kelly.
ITO look, indeed! That would be thought
poor comfort in my days when pretty wo-
man was in question, and men were menp
says Madame, with considerable spirit. IF
/ were a young fellow, now, it's in the
twinkling of an eye I'd have her from UNI
der her aunt's nose and away in coach
and-four."
1.-THE sole thing that prevents our oil elop-
ing with Miss Beresford on the spot isis
the difficulty of finding the coach-and-four
and the blacksmith" says Mr.. Kelly, with
even a denser gloom upon his face than
the verge of tears. .....-.
1--WE never lost time specializing on ways
and means in those days." says Madame
O'Connor, throwing up her head. "Whool
Times are changed indeed since my grand
father played old Harry with the country
men and my grandmother's father by rum
ming away with her without word to any
one, after big ball at my greatgrandmOth-
md hot TOO xxyho ha vvoe I'd ar q q
II she was the princess royal herself and
had every man in the South on his knees to
her."
"But how did he manage it?' says Des-
mond, laughing. "
Faith, by making the old gentleman my
greatgrandfather as drunk as fiddler, on
drugged potheen," says Madame O'Connor,
proudly. "The butler and he did II between
them; but it was as near being n lrder as
anything you like, because they put 80 much
of the narcotic into the whisky that the old
man didn't come to himself for three days.
That's the sort of thing for me-" says Mad
anne, with little flourish Of her shapely
hand. |.n
$50 it would be for me- too" says Kelly,
mournfulIy. "But there's no one good
enough to risk my neck for, now you have
refused to have anything to do with me-"
"Get along with you, you wicked boy,
making fun Of an old woman says Mad
anne, with her gay, musical laugh. Though"
with touch of pride, II won't deny but l
led the lads fine dance when was the age
of that pretty child yonder."
II wonder you aren't ashamed when you
think of all the mischief you did" says Des-
mond, who delights in her.
'Divil bitp says Madame O'Connor.
.Still, really think Ryde affects her."
says Rossmoyne, who being dull man, has
chung to the first topic promulgated.
"That's nothing, so long as she doesn't
affect him." says Kelly, somewhat sharply.
'But perhaps she does; and dare say he
has money. Those English fellows gener-
ally have reversion somewhere"
Not penny" says Mr.. Kelly. And,
whether or no, l don't believe she would
look at him."
Not she," says Madame OConnor.
II don't know that. And, even allowing
what you say to be true, women are not al
ways to be won by wealth" with a faint
sigh, land he is very good-looking fell
low"
us hep says Desmond, speaking with an
effort. IF flesh counts, OF course he Is.
Let me have men about me that are fat;
.leek-headed men, and such as sleep O.
night To look at Ryde, one would fancy
he slept well, not only by night but by day"
81 feel as if / was going to be sorry for
Ryde presently" says Mr.. Kelly.
well, he's not the man for Monica" says
Madame O'Connor, with conviction. 'See
how sorrow grows upon her lovely face.
For shame go and release her, some one,
from her durance vile. Take heart of grace,
go in boldly, and win her against all Odds"
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