San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-26
MONICA
Above STORY OF MODERN DAYS
By the author of "Mond Sca1p' "Ae
cased" DC, &c

has been limited; 1 quite envy you your
superior knowledge"
Here Olga laughs a little, a low, ripping
laugh that completes her enemy's defeat
| After the laugh there is dead silence.
| 81 think somebody ought to remove the
| Door little child" says Mr.. Kelly, In low,
| IMPRESSIVE tone, pointing to Mrs. HerTick's
| little girl. At which everybody laughs
heartily, and awkwardness is banished.
| "Browne?-I knew an Archibald Browne
once; anything to this girlp' asks Lord Ross
moyne, hurriedly, unwilling to let silence
| settle down on them again."
"Big man with loose tie" asks Ulic.
"Ye-es. There was something odd about
his neck, now remember" says Rossmoyne.
THAT was her father. He had an idea he
was like Lord Byron, and always wore his
uecktie flying In the wind"
"He couldn't manage It, though" says
Mr.. Kelly, with as near an attempt at mirth
IS he ever permits himself. ut always flew
the wrong way Byron's, II you call TO mind
his many portraits, always few over his left
shoulder; old Brownies wouldn't. By the
bye" thoughtfully, Byron must have had
wind of his own, mustn't heP our ordinary
winds don't always blow in the same direc-
ton, do they?'
II would that wind could arise to blow
you in the same direction, when you are in
such an idle MOOD as now" says Mrs. Her
rick, in low tone.
IF it would blow me in your direction, I
should say amen to that" In voice as sub
dued as her own.
MAY the Fates avert from me calamity
90 greatr'
"You will have to entreat them very dill
gently, if you hope to escape it"
'Are you SO very determined, thenr'
ayes. Although feel am Knocked by
the hope within me, still l shall persist"
"YOu waste your time"
II am content to waste It In such cause.
Yet am sorry am so distasteful to you"
THAT is not your fault ! forgive you
that"
"What is it then, you can't forgive in
meP'
Mot more than can't forgiven another.
God made you all, therefore let you all pass
for men, l don't deal more hardly with
you than with the rest you see. You are
only one Of many"
THAT is the unkindest thing you ever said
TO me. And that Is saying much. Yet L
too, will beseech the Fstes in my turn"
ITO grant you whatT'
THE finding Of you In gentler mind"
The faintest flicker of smile crosses her
lips. She lays her knitting on her knee for
an instant that she may the more readily
let her taper fingers dro0p until they touch
the pale brow Of the child at her feet; then
she resumes 1t again, with face calm and
emotionless as usual.
'AOld Brownies girl can't owe her father
much" Desmond is saying dpropos of some
thing both lost and gone before, SO Ear as
Kelly and Mrs. Herrick are concerned.
"AbOut hundred thousand pounds, I" says
Ronayne. 'She Is quite catch, you know.
No end Of money. The old fellow died q
year ago."
mo, he didn't; he demised," says Kelly,
emerging from obscurity into the light Of
conversation once more. AT least, so the
papers said. There is tremendous differ
ence, you know. A poor man dies, rich
man demises. One should always bear in
mind that important social distinction"
"And the good mani What of himS" says
Desmond, looking at his friend. "What
does Montgomery sayP'
"Yes, that is very mysterious" says Kelly,
with bated breath. According TO Mont
gomery, the good man HeUer Dies Think
of thatl Meier dies. He walks the earth
awfuller."
"Have you ever seen OneF" asks Olga,
leaning forward.
"What? man that never diedp Yes, lots
of 'em. Here's one" laying his hand upon
his breast.
mo. A man that never will der
How can l answer such question as
that? Perhaps Ronayne, there, may be such
q one"
How stupid you arel mean, did you
ever meet man who couldn't die?'
"Never,-if he went the right way about
It"
Then, according to your showing, you
have never seen good man." She leans
back again in her chair, fatigued but salts
fed.
Pm afraid they are few and far between"
says Hernia.
Now and again they haze appeared
says Mr.. Kelly, with a modest glance. Per
haps shall never die"
Don't make us more unhappy than VIC
need be-" says Mrs. Herrick, plaintvely.
How sad that good men should be so
scarcep says Miss Fitzgerald, with glance
she means to be funny, but which Is only
dull.
Don't make hite remarks, Bella" says
Mrs. Bohun, languidly. You know IL you
did meet one he would bore you TO death.
The orthodox good man, the oppressive be-
ing we read about, but never see, Is I'M
known to me or you, for which l, at least,
am devoutly grateful"
ITO return to old Browne" says Ulic;"he |
wasn't good, If you like. He was horid |
common old fellow, thorough |
ly without education of any kind"
"He went through college, however, as he |
was fond of Boosting whenever he got the |
chance"
And when he didn't get il he made It"