San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-14


ing as an up country breeze"
''Oh, is she strongminded?"
mot in the sense you suggest. She is
not obtrusive. She is charmingly naive
and original in conversation, taking one
unaware with her questions and sugges-
tons, like child. suspect that she's
a genuine mountain violet, fresh, sweet
and
Don't, Colonel Talbot" cried Mrs.
Farley; keep some of the adjectives for
future use. | can interpret your feel
ings without any further waste of
words"
Your Interpretation would be as far
from correct as any guess of the prag-
matists who pretend to explain the beau
tiful myths of the old poets" he said,
looking away and stroking his long
mustache.
II should not turn your poetry into
prose at all, she added softly; Il should
give it very deep and tender mean
ing"
Deep and tender" he repeated;
''those are adjectives, | believe You
may reserve them for future USE
imagine Miss Chenier has mountaineel
for a lover, strong, bold young fellow
Of the true north Georgian type"
'Oh, no doubt of it; but she'll soon for
get him now" she replied.
Girls usually do" he said dryly.
They all got out of their carriages and
were soon scattered about among the
tombs and flower beds Of that incompar-
ably beautiful old place.
Rosalie sat down alone on the verge of
the bluff in the shade of a tree. She,
who from childhood had reveled in wind,
was fascinated with this steady breeze
from the sea The broad areas of silver
| and emerald spread out before her, the
bright sky above, and the picturesque
clumps of palmetto trees in the distance
suited the mood into which the drive
through the cemetery had led her. 1t
CHANGED that her friends wandered away
from where she sat, so that she was quite
| alone when a tall man approached and
stopped within few feet Of her. She in
stantly recognized Frank Ellis, notwith-
SliotLSSu appearance. Lie
was no longer mountaineer or moon
sinner" in dress, being fashionably and
tastefully clad He bore in his hand a
small cane 1t seemed that he did not
at once make sure of his right to speak.
Rosalie had not changed much, it is true,
but she hardly looked like the coarsely
dressed miller girl of the pocket" as
she sat there arrayed in the latest and
most elegant style of walking dress. She
rose at once and a quick flush came into
| her cheeks.
"Ah. Miss Chenier," he said in those
old fluent tones, so persuasive and me-
lodious, you have not forgotten me,
hope.
"Oh, no, Mr.. Ellis, am glad to see
you, she responded, taking step or two
forward and holding out her hand to
him. Are you directly from the mill?'
No." he said, Il have been here for
some time. am a resident of Savannah
now. But you were the last person |
was expecting to meet today You are
not aloneE
He had taken her hand and was hold
ing it while he looked down into her up
turned beautiful face, all rosy with the
emotion of thus unexpectedly meeting a
friend from the pocket" with news
from home possibly.
Then you haven't seen papa recentlyT
she inquired without noticing his own
question
No" he answered, Il had trouble
with the revenue men. They destroyed
my mandatory, and ! had a close
struggle for my liberty"
81 remember" she said; II saw it in a
paper"
IFS quite settled now" he added. 81
compromised with theln-brihed them,
III other words, and SO am quite free
again | have opened brokers' Office
here in Savannah He spoke with the
confident freedom of man well ground
ed in his own estimation and full of as
surance that he should get on we'll with
others He stood erect--strong, defiant,
handsome His eyes had lost the old
restlesSness and watchfUlness.
As they stood thus. he holding her
hand, they made very striking picture,
and very strange one to the eyes of
Miss Mildred Fain, who just then ap-
preached them. and stopped as she no
ticed the stranger.
Resale quickly Withdrew her hand
and turned, all flushed as she was, in
time to see the look of half SURPRISE half
depreciation which passed across the face
of Mildred
Come here. Mildred" she said quick
Iy; this is a friend from the pocket.
We met here by the merest chance" A
self consciousness of manner rather than
self consciousness in fact mt her in