San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-23

an thank MISS MI loI "hi' '
ye." ,;,dymru
'Ye're too kind, ashore, too klnd' mum
bles the old woman in the corner, Vul n AZ
ewes that are still full OF Ight uPoh VI
child ''to think of an ouid CONAN no"
the grave as it might be. Ay' 1aiN An I'll
bells a-ringin' too. can hear EN- some
times when the winds dOwn-eh-
"Nonsense, mother! the yard lchurch
Yardl will be lonely for We yet awhile" say
Mrs. DAILY, junior, cheerfully. See, now
taste this: twill do We good. An, you'll 81
down Miss Monica, l hope. Take care
honey till dust the chair for ye." This
dexterouslv done with the corner of he
| apron. An yell take dhrOp O. tay too
maybe: oh, We will, now, if only to plaz
me. afther yer long walk, an all to homo
the Guild woman" .
"Ah. there is Mrs. MolOney'r says Kit
addressing the second younger woman, VIII
is thin little peasant with somewhat dis
contented expression. THE sun blinde'
nv ewes so that could not see you at first
Have you heard from your boy at sea"'
Eyes, miss. Praises be abOvei He's dom
well, he says; but it's belize I'll never see a
sight of his handsome face again."
VII DOlloCuoCY hONY MIC ~tiOAOhNJi NtN
dear? What are We talkin' like that for?D
says young Mrs. DAILY, who seems to be the
parish CONSIDER Sure it's back he'll be
wild We before the new year"
''Oh, yes, hope So" says Monica, softly.
"'Tis hard to hope, miss, wild the rowling
wind O. nights an the waves dashin up on
the beach,"
"Ye're an ould croaker," says Mrs. DAILY,
giving her a goOd-humOred shake. An
now sit down, Miss Monica an Miss Kit, do,
till get We the sup o. tay. Mrs. Moloney,
me dear, jist give the fire poke, an make
the kittle sing us a song. IT'S the music we
want most now"
1t would have been considered not only
rudeness, but an act of hduteur, to refuse
this simple hospitality; so the girls seat
themselves, and, indeed, to tell the truth,
are rather glad than otherwise of this chance
of securing their afternoon tea.
AN how are the old ladies up abOve"'
says Mrs. DAILY meaning the Misses Blake
Quite well, thank you" says Monica. 1T
was only yesterday Aunt Priscilla was say
ing she should come down and see old Mrs.
Daily"
She's as welcome as the flowers in May
whenever she comes" says the daughter-in-
law. "D'ye hear that, mother? Miss Pris-
elias comm to see We, some day soon. Ay,
it's good friend she always was to theTOor,
summer an winter; an isn't it wonderful
now, Miss Monica, how She 8 kept her figure
all through? Why" raising her hands with
an expressive gesture of establishment,
twas Friday week l saw her, an said to
myself, says l, she's the figure O a young
girl, says. YEN take taste O. this home
made cake alanna%' ~
She is made happy forever by Kits I'M
mistakable enjoyment of this lastnamed
luxury. - -.-
"Ay. she's an iligant figure even now"
says Mrs. MolOney, in her depressing voice.
But time an throuble is cruel hard on some
of us. l had figure meself when was
young" with heart-reading sigh.
I'VE were always slight, me dear, an ye're
slight now tOo," says Mrs. DAILY, tenderly.
Il niver see the like O. we for keepin' off the
flesh. Why, remember We well as slipo'
a girl, before yer blessed baby was born,
an We were screed, me dear,-a screed."
"YeS, was always ginteel," says Mrs.
openly consoled. Still she signs,
and sips her tea with mOurnful air. Mrs.
Daily is drinking hers with much apprecia-
ton out of her saucer, it being considered
to offer anything to guest
without partaking of the same ones self.
At this moment little cooling sound COM
ing from the other corner of the fireplace
makes itself heard. Instantly the old wo-
man STOPPING over the turf embers rouses
herself, and, turning, puts out her withered
hand lovingly toward what looks like box
covered with colored stuff of some sort
Young Mrs. DAILY rises, too, precipitately,
and, hurrying across the kitchen, bends over
the box.
"Ay, she's awake sure enoughp' says the
old woman, who has quite frightened into
life. ''See how she looks at We, Molly! The
colleen of the world, she was ashore mach
ree-sthig."
Many another fond name is muttered,
such as pulse o. my heart" and such like,
before Mrs. Daily junior emerges from the
box, but not empty-handed.
"Oh, it is the babyr' cry Monica and Kit,
in breath. 'Oh! what darling baby and
what red, red cheeks, just like June rose"
1t is the only daughter of the house, so
the mother is of course inOrdinately proud
Of it. She places it, with quite little -four
ish of triumph, in Monica's arms, to Kits
terrible but unspoken disappointment.
she grows prettier every day. She is
really the sweetest baby ever saw in my
life p says Monica, enthusiastically, to whom
babies are an endless joy.
The mother is pleased beyond doubt at
these compliments, yet a shade of anxiety
crosses her brow. To praise child too much,
in the superstition of these simple folks, is
to overlook" it; and when a child is "over-
looked it dies. The smile fades from Mrs.
Days bonny face, and her mouth grows
anxious.
You should say, God bless her. miss
when We give her the good word, "-says Mrs.
Moloney, timidly, who is also bending over
the beloved bundle, and notes the distress
in her neighbours eyes.
"GOd bless herp saws Monica, with pref