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

fering. | would in a minute if it would
do any good. But we must all carry our
own load. I've had trouble and so had
your father, and there never was harder
working man, yet see how he was trick
ed and cheated. And Mr.. Rand, Just
look at him and see how he bears his
losses. mebbe it will help you to bear
yours. You are young, dear, and will get
over it in time"
ii must, mother" sobbed Sybil; II
would drown myself before injured
him"
Hush" said Hannah sharply. That's
clear impiety and rebellion, and God
will punish such thoughts. shall write
to Mr.. DinSmOre tonight and tell him
you amt a-comin' any more to the office.
He won't have the privilege of dischagin'
you, Sybil."
Il guess you had better, mother" said
Sybil. who had ceased sobbing, but
looked piteously white and wan. May.
be then he will make it up with Ned, for
| can't bear to think of his suffering
mo. you don't want him to suffer-"
returned Hannah grimly, "but he's made
you suffer, like the selfish fellow he is.
He mustn't come round here, Sybil, or
he will get flea in his ear. s'pose he's
been amusing himself with the pretty
typewriter, as such rich young chaps are
apt to. 1t won't hurt him. Don'tyou be
afraid"
She put Sybil down on the bed again,
and covered her feet with the shawl;
but the girl put up her arms and con-
vulsively clasped her mothers neck.
"Oh, mother, mother" she whispered
passionately, try not to feel bitterly
toward him. If you only knew how
good he is"
Hannah could not give the promise.
She kissed Sybil, rare caress with her,
and went down stairs with her face
drawn with pain and trouble, where
Dick, having finished the evening meal,
was STOPPING by the window with slate
pencil and algebra, his knees drawn up,
to use the last CLEAN of daylight at his
| ciphering.
I'm regularly stuck on this problem,
mother" said he, as Hannah appeared.
There isn't anybody to help Inc out,
but mean to do it if it takes all night. 1"
Never mind, Dick, it don't matter
now whether equals y want you to
look up the ink bottle and pen and a
sheet of paper. I've note to write to
Mr.. Dinsmore and you must run over to
his house with it after you've carried
home the basket of clothes"
She lighted a lamp. pushed back the
dishes, turned up one corner Of the table
cloth and sat down with deep, anxious
lines in her forehead to compose her note.
Her fingers, SO deft at clear starching
and ironing. seemed stiff and awkward
in holding a pen. 1t took her long
time to frame Il sentence, as the cramped
characters showed. and she was never
quite SIRE she had spelled a word cor
rectly, but she would not disturb Sybil
to ask her to put the spelling right, and
Dick, who was only a lad, was not to
know anything of what had happened.
1t would be time next day to tell him
that his sister was run down and needed
rest, and had given up her place as type
writer to Lawyer Dinsmore. At last,
after mixing her fingers up to the second
joints and spelling two sheets of paper,
the note was written in such emphatic,
plain terms the lawyer was sure to COM
prehend.
Il was nine O'clock before the dishes
were washed and next days baking of
bread nodded and put down by the fire,
with a clean towel over the pan. Han
nah, when the kitchen was tidied,
slipped into Mr. Rand's room to see that
the old man was properly covered and
tucked up in bed 1t was good thing
she felt that she had not time to sit
down and think The old man was still
awake, and, as she found, in some pain
from what seemed an incipient cold. He
thought he had taken a slight chill from
laying off a thick garment too soon,
lured by "A treacheTOus CLEAN of spring
warmth. She gave him a harmless
sleeping potion and then waited for
Dick to come in, AM it was late as usual
before the last things were done and she
had got to bed. Sybil was restless and
slightly feverish and talked in her sleep,
and when Hannah at three o'clock stole to
the cid mans room she found him in
still greater pain, with bad way of
breathing, and Il slight confusion in his
speech that seemed TO come from 4 thick
ening Of the tongue.
She called mp Dick in fright and
sent him for the doctor, who came at
daylight splashed with mud from the
heavy roads, ana looking unshaved,
haggard and dog tired, having just got
in from a lJag country ride. " faint
nothing serious, is it, DOCTOR" said Han
nah, us she stood On the watch for him