San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-21


which secluded bower will it please you to
efface yourself?'
Monica glanceS from one small room to
the landing-place, and from the landing
place to the other small room beyond. and
naturally hesitates
There is another stairs besides the one
we assembled" says Mr.. Kelly. II saw it
when first came; would yOlC like to see it
| toO?"
Il should indeed" says Monica, grateful
for the hint, and, going with him, suddenly
becomes aware of staircase, leading good
ness knows whittier, upon the third step Of
which she seats herself, after rapid glance
around and upward that tells her nothing,
so mysterious are the workings of a bar
racks.
Mr. Kelly seats himself beside her.
II suppose it is my mission to amuse you"
| he says, calmly, las dare not make love to
you"
"Why not?" says Monica, quite as calmly.
"For one thing you would not listen to
me: and for another, don't want my head
| broken"
Monica smiles, more because 1t is her duty
| to than for anylother reason, because after
| the smile comes sigh.
~ know few knights would tilt a lance
for me-" she says; and Kelly, glancing at
her, feels quick desire rise within him to
| restore sunshine to her perfect face.
Zone knight should be enough for any
one, even the fairest lady in the land" he
| says.
"True; but what is to be for her who has
none"' asks she, pathos in her eyes, but
smile upon her lips" .... d. .....
"She must be very perverse maiden who
has that story to tell returns he; and then,
seeing she has turned her face away from
him, he goes on quietly
"You know every one here, of course"
Indeed, no. The very names of mostar
unknown to me. Tell me about them, IL
you will"
about that girl over there, for instanceP"
pointing to dingy-lOoking girl in the dis
lance, whose face is as like button as 1t
well can be, and whose general appearance
may be expressed by the word "unclean."
THAT is Miss Luker," saysK Kelly. Filthy
Lucre is, believe, the name she usually
goes by, on account of her obvious unpslat-
ableness (my own word, will you nOtice),
and her overwhelming affection for coin
small and great"
''She looks very untidy," says Monica.
"She does, indeed. She is, too, an inveter-
ate chatter-box. She might give any fellow
there is so much as one comma in her CON-
position"
"Poor girl! What an eXertion 1t must be
to her."
Mustn't it? Especially nowadays, when
one neuer goes for much, real hard work Of
any kind being such bore. That's her
mother beside her. She is always beside
her. Fat little woman, dye see?"
Eyes. A nice motherly-looking little wo-
man, she seems to be-"
Horribly motherlyl She has birthday
for every month in the yearW
"How?" says Monica, opening her eyes.
II don't so much allude to her own natal
day (Which by this time should say is OBJ
scure) as to her children's. They came to
her at all seasons, from January to Decem-
Der. There are fourteen of them"
"Oh, it can't be possible! Poor, poor
soul r' says Monica, feeling quite depressed.
'She isn't poor; she Is very well of, " says
Mr. Kelly, ObtuSely. Much better than she
deserves. So don't grieve for her. She
glories in her crime Well, it's a poor heart
that never rejoices, you know; so suppose
she is right There's Miss Fitzgerald; do
you admire her"'
II am sure l ought says Monica, simply;
''but l don't"
'You have the courage of your opinions.
Every one down here admires her tremend.
ously l agree with you, you know, but
then" softly, II am nobody1
'Perhaps you think / am jealous" says
Monica. But indeed l am not"
What a baby you areW says Mr.. Kelly.
''VhO could suppose you Jealous of Bella
Fitzgerald? Two stars keep not their mo-
tion in one sphere and l shouldn't think
the fair Bella would have much motion il
put in comparison with you. She always
calls a spade spade etc. In fact, she Is
material"
| That means, she has common sense. Why
call her 'materialp"
"Never mind. 1t is quite innldteridL"
says Mr. Kelly TRANQUILITY, after which sic
lence reigns triumphantly for moment or
two, until new figure presents itself on the
small platform below them.
"Ah! there's Desmond" says Kelly. "He
looks" innOcently, "as If he was looking
for somebody"
81 hope he will find her." remarks Miss
Beresford, with some acerbity and most
unnecessary amount of color.
Perhaps he is looking for me-" says Mr..
| Kelly, naively.
| perhaps So" dryly.
"At all events, whoever it is, she, he, or
| it seems difficult Of discovery. Did you ever
zee so woe-begone countenanoe as hisT
II think he looks quite happy enough"
says Monica, without sympathy.
Kelly lets his languid gaze rest on her for
moment
What has Desmond done to your he
| says, at last slowly.
"Done?" haughtily. Nothing. What
| could he do?''
Nothing, 1 suppose-as you say. BY the
bye, l have not seen you dancing with him
this afternoon"
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