San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-20

extra work"
"Work! A night like this! Thank
God! have found herl" Adrien cried in
half groan.
Then, answering at random the
spinster's voluble cackle and the many
questions of her brother, the Creole
paced the room nervously; ever and
again pressing his face against the frosty
little pane, or pausing to catch her tread
upon the creaking stair.
at last it came. Punched with cold
and covered with snow, Bonnie yet ran
in cheerily and kissed her father before
she saw the visitor.
sOh! beg pardon" she said. Il did
| not know you had a visitor, papa!-Yoa
| herer
She drew up in surprise, as she recog-
nized Latour, a dash of old time hauteur
| over her face But the expression GA
his stopped her.
"Bennie, please hear me before you
speak," he said, more humbly than he
had ever spoken to mortal before. And,
hearing, Miss Fay signaled to her
| brother, strobe over, took his arm and
marched him from the room.
Bennie stood silent, her eyes dropped,
her hands clasped hstlessly before her
But eagerly the man went on:
"Bennie, ten weary years ago You
asked my forgiveness. In my pride and
folly | refused it, Five years later you
| besought me, still unchastened by sor-
row, to stay my cruel Judgment. Once
more, in my sinful blindness, refused.
Now, in penitence and contrition, |
come from lonely wandering to beseech
what would not give. Bonnie, for the
| sake of the old days, can you forgive
| mel"
Those blue eyes, once saucy, proud
still, raised quietly from the floor met
his eager, hungry gaze. The voice was
| low and sweet, but it never trembled as
| she answered:
"From my heart forgive you'll"
His arms were around her, the snow
dampened head pressed close to his
| breast.
"Bennie! darlingr he whispered, 81
know all. Dale told me your secret"
dale toldr' ...
Quickly she broke from the strong
arms; scarlet food dyed the face she
bent upon the ground.
dale toldr' she repeated in trembling
tones. How could he"-
Hush, darlingl' he interrupted. "Do
not judge him until You kn, W ALL"
Taking Dales crumpled letter from
his breast he put it in her hands. And
Bonnie, standing statue still, read 1t
slowly through. But, as she read, the
play of deep emotions hickered On her
face, then faded out, leaving no sign to
the eyes that watched 80 yearningly.
Then she folded the letter gently, ten
derby, and put it in her bosom.
"Tms letter must be mine she said
quietly, but turning her face away.
"Dale's sacrifice for mo l guessed be-
| fore. but some things in it never
dreamed till now. What he has writ
ten of me must be mine, until can put
this letter into his own hands again"
Again, as she ceased, the crimson food
swept the pale face; but she met La
tours eyes bravely as she asked:
where is Dale now?'
"At the hotel very i'll. have
81 must go to him, then" she inter
rupted calmly, but very pale. Take
me, please"
And again she raised her eyes and
looked fearlessly into those Of the first
RAJ. She had ever iUSei.
When Bonnie Mason softly followed
Adrien Latour into the sick room Capt.
Richard Peerman was immersed in the
biography of James Mace, Esq. in the
current number of then famous society
journal. He rose, removed his hat, as
though that act were greatest conces-
sion, and remarked:
excuse me, miss, but hanged if you
amt as prompt as Dick PeerinanY'
Then. with voluminous glance at his
employer, he discreetiy retired and
closed the door.
Bonnie stood by the bed and looked
down silently and long upon the sleeper.
Opposite stood the man who had loved
and wronged and, at last, understood
her.
Suddenly the sleeper moved restlessly
and the ever recuTrent words came very
gently this time:
"Old, old friends, Bennier'
Noiselessly and very teGderly the wo-
man sank upon her knees, the bright
masses of her hair shadowing the face
bent over Dale's pale hand. But his
opening eyes first fell upon his friends
face. Full memory had come back now.
Dear old boyv" he whispered feebly.
Letter all right. Find Bonnie