San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-19

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Served him rightr' says Miss Priscilla,
uncomprOmsingly. HE deserved no greater
luck. Your mother suffered so much at his
hands that she almost lost her health. l
don't believe she ever got over it."
"Oh, yes, she did" says Terry, suddenly;
'She got over it uncOmmOnly well. We
didn't know who Mr.. Desmond was then, of |
course; but know she used to make quite |
joke of him."
"A joker says Miss Priscilla, in an awful |
tone.
Yes, regular fun, you know" goes on |
Terence, undaunted. Zone day she was tell
ing father some old story about Mr.. Des-
mOnd, good thing she called it, and she |
was laughing heartily; but he wasn't, and |
when she had finished, remember, he said |
something to her about want of 'delicacy of |
feeling or something like that"
Il was there" says Kit, in her high treble. |
HE said, too, she ought to be ashamed of |
herself"
ION, that was nothing" says Mr.. BereS-
ford, airiIy. Father and mother never |
agreed for moment; they were always |
SquabbIng from the time they got up till |
they went to bed again"
The Misses Blake have turned quite pale.
Terence, how can you speak so of your
salnted mother" says Miss Penelope. Pm
sure, from her letters to us, she was a most
dCCOtCd mother and wife, and indeed Sacri-
feed her every wish and pleasure to yours"
Il never knew it cost her so much to keep
array from u.s." says Terence. IF she was
dying for our society, she must indeed have
sacrificed herself, because she made it the |
business of her life to avoid us from morn \
to dewy eve"
Doubtless she had her duties" says Miss
Penelope, in voice of suppressed fear.
What IS she going to hear next? what are
these dreadful children going to say?
perhaps she had,' says Terence. If so, |
they didn't agree with her, as she was al
ways in a bad temper. She used to give it
to papa right and left, until he didn't dare
call his soul his own. When marry, | Shall |
take very good care my wife doesn't lead
me the life my mother led my father"
Your wife! who'd marry yOu|' says Kit, !
scomfully, which interlude gives the dis
cuSsIon rest for a little time. But soon
they return to the charge.
our mother when here had an angelic |
temper" says Miss Penelope. Miss Pris-
ella all this time seems Incapable of speech.
'Well she hadn't when there" saws Ter
''C' anu Iilcl nc says Il ureauIul Inlng, as |
vulgar as it is dreadful that fills his aunt's
heart with dismay. 'She and my father
fought like cat and dog" he says: and then
the Misses Blake feel their cup is indeed
full.
And she never would take Monica any
where" says Kit; $50 selfshr'
IL Is growing too terrible. Is their idol to |
be shattered thus before their eyes?
Monica, was your mother urlkind to yOu?"
says Miss Penelope, in voice full of an
gnlSh. After all these NearS is the Kather. |