San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-18
ghe Daily Eight.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER IS, 1891.

some happy way out of the dilemma
She asked herself over and over again,
do love him." and just as often she
shrank away from the responsibility of
saving yes or no. Her heart trembled,
she hesitated. faltered, dreamed. So the
days went by while Edgar Julian shiv-
cred through the Chicago snowstorms
waiting for letter. He, too, was wres-
Ting with a problem. He did not shrink
from acknowledging his love-he gloried
in it-but he did not feel safe in rushing
back to Savannah. nor did he feel con-
tent to stay away. 4 man in love must
be allowed some latitude of fuoiishness,
and we ought 10 cOn1ider that each in
stance Of love trouble has its sentimental
peculiarities Julian had uttered the
simple truth when he wrote that he was
unfit for business since returning. No
man could have been more preoccupied
all the time. more restless. more inclined
to wave affairs aside and to give him
self over to his fanCieS
The letter be was waiting for was
long while coming, and when it did
come it only gave emphasis to his diff
Guilty.
Your letter." Resale wrote, has
been here for good while. You will
forgive me for not answering it sooner
when | say frankly TO you that | have
been dreadfuily at Il loss as to my duty
in the matter. very much desire to be
kind and good to you, hut my seltishness
has interposed itself a. the time. On
one hand must not, cannot. tell you
to come back: on tie q! her hand should
be delighted to see You and talk with
You. did not know until | returned
that you had gone away. and missed
you so much that became restless You
had better not come back. ! think. for it
would be unpleasant To You. unless You
could repress and forget everything be-
yond our charming friendship. prize
you above all my friends. and frankly, |
hardly know why, unless ii is because
You have humOred ray selfshness and
fed my PrOvencal fancieS dis no one else
save papa ever has. snail be very I'M
happy if lose yOu. and yet it would not
be right for me to make you hope for
what might never come
IL respect you too sincerely not to be
precisely frank if knew how: but have
vainly tried to make up some phrase or
other expressive of my feelings The
best can do is to say that hope you
will not come back till You have deter
mined to be my good. strong. generous
friend, and nothing beyond. could not
bear to have you come III any other way,
and yet hopey ou will come Our little
garden is full of flowers and the air is
very sweet with their perfumes.
Papa and my sister Adelaide are here
with us We are going to Europe in July
to Provence, OF course. Aunt Margue
rite is going along a. guardian and chape-
ron for AGpllide and me Won't you
write Inc and tell me those things about
Chateau Chenier that you say you forgot
to tell me while yoH We're here: am
sorry to have to refuse you anything. but
cannot see how any good could ever
come Of permitting you to return, so
long us you feel as you say you do You
wouldn't enjoy being here, and that
would make me very unhappy Ny cen
tury plant is in bloom. GiYe my love to
Mrs, Largely. Your friend
- hoSAiLE NHENlHE'
Jullan read TINS letter with queer
mist in his eyes. HeccE!d not find much
comfort IN Its half GlrIlsh, half suited
sentences. and yet he would not h&' q.
mad word changed Tor anything h
imagined ne could trace Roa%. IS limo
cent frankness ana FRESHNESS between
the lines. Re sat and gazed into a hig
blazing fire for hours after he had learn
Ell the letter by heart Her el&. tic. grace