San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-17


dead, and the affection that made you
its idol holds to this child of my adoption
with all the tenacity that availed it so
little of old. loved you once, and that
should be something to you. ask for
something for my dear boy, as l ask you
to screen me for his sake from justice.
Will there not be sufficient punishment
for me when it is always before me that
send him to prison and must withhold
the truth from him? r. She could
say no more She kneeled there with
uplifted pallid face.
And the judge!
"SalomeI he said-nothing more. But
the agony, the remorse, the grief in that
word were apparent to her who heard.
She looked at him, her life surely con-
centrated in that look. Then she rose to
her feet and tottered, and he put out his
arm to support her.
"Oh, Salome, Salomer he said.
He held her thus little while, and
from the adjoining room came the low
murmur of happy voices, while from the
wall looked down upon him the pictured
eyes of his wife. The face of the woman
he held had undergone strange altera-
ton. What years of privation and re-
preston had wrought still remained
there, but it was as though soft light
had flooded down over brow and eyes.
She disengaged herself from him, and
he took the roll of papers he had written
that evening, crushing it in his hand.
Tomorrow" he said. 81 place in the
hands of your nephew's employers the
amount of the money that is missing.
My word will be taken for whatever l
shall say. And-I will have the SEN
fencing of your nephewl l can say no
more"
He will know the truth, she cried in
sudden terror; my boy will know what
| did"
when you tell him"
"And you say that you will have the
sentencing of him. You mean that you
will make his sentence light"
"Yes-the lightest."
do you know that people will blame
you for that? They will call You I'M
Just: and then there is your chance of
being governor; may not that be weak
ened by what you would dor"
She still thought of him and his well
fare despite her own great pain. His
eyes were looking into hers, his face
came nearer her wan cheek; she heard
his troubled breathing, and then she
felt the touch of lips she had not felt
since she was young, passionate girl.
"Robertl" she said softly, and he put
his hands up over his eyes and knew
that she went from him, without an
other word, without another look.
Half an hour later the judges wife
rustled into the study She was radiant.
Asleep she said brightly, going to
the table where her husband sat. "Then
wake up and let me tell you how glad l
am that Dunlap woman came when she
did. For when | went to Estelle and
John they had been having little tiff,
which | quickly patched up, and the
reconciliation, as all reconcillatious will
do. led to far greater tenderness than
before John will speak to You to-
LuOTIO", anu EAbOCl1C 10 III tiV oONNHVh
heaven. Why" she said as he raised
his face, "how old you look. is all
that Dunlap case. and"-
will you leave meT' he said in a
dominating tone of voice hitherto I'M
known to her.
Mercy she smiled. You are angry
because helped to expedite matters a
little with Estelle and john"
Il am not angry" said the judge.
"But | should like to be slone. IL
lave o troublesome matter to think of"
She leaned over and put her lips to
her husbands forehead.
II had forgotten your letter to Gen.
Wayne in regard to the nomination"
she said. 81 am so happy on account of
Estelle and John that ! forget every
thing. Go on, my dear; apres moi le
deluge-after the capital of the state,
the cabinet, goyernorp'
She went from the room humming.
In the room beyond the music was re-
sumed; from outside came the jingle of
a car bell. The pictured eyes of justly
celebrated men-had there been no ro-
nance in the lives Of those men?-looked
down as asking the occupant of the
room by what right he should assume
the prerogatiye of the higher position
offered him, while the eyes Of his wife
demanded by what right he should re-
fuse any prerogative offered him. But
the Judge needed no fancied question,
needed no question he himself might
have asked. He sat there motionless,
while the voice of his daughter sang a
song of love and truth to the man who
loved and trusted her.
THE END.
HOW HE BECAME A STORY WRITER.