San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-14

| lionaire within q years time. 10 all
these brilliant promises | returned firm
but respectful answer that the proposed
alliance was impossible. Whereupon,
thinking to make bold strike for the
coveted prize, Roberts called out: well,
| friend Morel, this way of deciding
things may be French fashion, but it is
| not our English way. Let Miss Pauline
have a word to say. She has assured me
that her heart is entirely free
AT this" continued Morel, 'our lit
tie Pauline turned very red, but agreed
to the proposition, and calling her to my
side told her to decide her own fate.
She fixed her eyes on Captain Roberts
face, which became very pale as he met
Pauline's steady, honest look.
I'm grateful for the honor, Captain
Roberts,, said she quietly, but it can
not be. love-another'
Brave little Pauline!' cried Leon
Spoken like true Alsatian, but who
the deuce
Morel raised his hand and motioned to
his son to keep silence, and then contin-
ued, When Roberts heard these words
he broke out tiercely:
Love another? What, can it be pos
sible that you have allowed this I'M
known adventurer, VINO happened to
save you from the grizzly Roberts
paused, fairly choking with rage, while
orr Pauline grew redder and redder.
Some desperate from the states, he
blurted out, low riffraff that has drifted
into the province since the gold was dis
covered. Morel, you're a fool, you're a
madman! But go your ways! Iwish you
luck with your new son-in-law. He'll
be a credit to you" and selling his
horses reins, he swung himself in the
saddle and rode Off"
We've made dangerous enemy"
cried Leon, "but we're honest folk, and
have nothing to fear from anybody"
Roberts may not be as bad as his
reputation, said Morel I'm told he
has a son and daughter in the province,
and that it's the sons influence with the
government which keeps the father in
command of the mounted police
Come, come exclaimed Madam
hOlcl, testify, dIe YOU HIGH never COlu-
ing to dinner. Everything is getting
cold. I've cooked stick full of tor
tillas for you, Leon, and for You, papa,
I've got a lovely mess Of pigjeree (bacon
and rice), so come one and come all and
let little Pauline's lovers take care of
themselves"
There was a hearty laugh at Pauline's
expense, and the family gathered around
the table, which was formed by setting
stake under the tailboard of the
pack wagon. Leon had much to tell
them about his mine and how he was
land owner in the province. Turning
to his father, he cried out:
IF we strike it rich, little papa, /
shall yet be Il French senator"
And what Shall be, hcy:' inquired
Morel, plain Alsatian farmer, | sup
pose, with no other duty than to be
proud of his son and say to everybody he
meets: Have you read Senator MOrels
last speech: That's my son, you know. "
How nicely Il bottle OF bon ordinaire
would go with this pigjoree:' cried out
Leon.
"Ah, dear old France" murmured
Madam Morel. II wonder when we
shall see her again
What, holursicl already. little moth
err inquired Pauline. Why, | think
this is Il beautiful country"
Fine country for grizzlies, said Leon,
at which Pauline dark eyes were quick
" lowered and deep blush mantled her
sweet girliSh face.
Let her alone, you men" cried Ma
dam Morel, why shouldn't she be
| grateful to her rescuer:'
Gratitude, mother replied Leon,
| Lives next door to-
But Pauline's little hand stopped his
mouth.
The rest of the day was passed in look
ing over their mining outfit and laying
plans for beginning work on Leon;
claim. The sun had set behind the
towering larches and its golden light
| gilded the wonderful red barked trees OF
the forest. On the distant ridge the
pines stood like columns of flame be
meath the glory of the sunset. Tht
| "nOlS SKY SlO"eu WIFI WOnutOuS LlHt'
of yellow and scarlet. The laughter
and gayety Of the light hearted Morel:
were hushed at sight of this glorious sun
set. Suddenly the sound of a horse
hoofs reached their ears and the mex
moment scarlet coated officer of the
police force rode up to the little camp
Touching his hat respectfully he said:
| EsI1o1 lpnl-inO for, I aTI .apJ, Moral
father and son"
Here we are" cried Morel, stepping
forward. Pauline uttered a low cry O