San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-15

"All right. admit her, was the order
given without the slightest hesitation.
SO accustomed was Lucy Roberts to
come face to face with the very off
scourings of the worlds market places.
attracted to the province By the magical
cry of gold. that she opened her blue
eyes in unaffected constituent as she
was confronted by the Morels. especially
Leon, whose frank open countenance
and manly bearing appealed at once to
her innate love Oi honesty and fair deal
ing
Leon had already heard Of the Angel
Of Hells Hollow" Uat in the widest
fights of his Inauguration he had not
pictured to himself :ay such modest and
refined maiden AS stood before him. He
felt the blood ting!iny in his cheeks as
Jho5a round. wide opened. hqGid blue
eyes We're turned full upon him, and for
IA moment he even forgot his gold mine.
After listening 10 their answers to her
questions Lucy exclaimed:
This Is Infamous treatment. gentle
men, and Your IMPRISONMENT snail not
De OF long duration
Leon stammered out few words of
Trunks
And meanwhile she continued,
don't have the slightest anxiety about
your mother and sister I'll order food
sent to their camp. and I'll ride down to
see them today. With me for their
friend they need fear no more rufian-
ISM" and turning to the door she gave a
few smart raps with the loaded handle
of her riding whip The guard made his
appearance.
Furnish these gentlemen with the
best food the police camp affords" she
said in low tone, and charge the ex-
ira expense to me-" then with grace
full and friendly inclination of her body
she bounded out of the room, reused her
hunting dogs and was in the saddle and
out of sight before the Morels had re-
covered the use of their tongues.
Leon stood by the heavily barred win
dow straining his eyes to get another
glimpse of the "Belle of the Cariboo, ="
when he felt his fathers hand laid upon
his shoulder.
Come, my boy, don't let Golden
Lucy reconcile you to your imprison-
men," cried Morel with a laugh.
Isn't she superb, father" exclaimed
Leon, still at the window
Permit me, Monsieur Morel," said
his father. touching Leon gently on the
arm. Leon turned quickly about. With
a i.iischieyous smile his father held out
little bunch of white violets.
Were they hers" cried Leon joyfully,
us he took them and pressed them to his
lips
just as used to b.. inst as used to
be, InIrmured the elder Morel, and then
he added: "Yes. they were hers. She
struck them with her riding whip and
knocked them from her corsage. Don't
be foolish, now, my son. The Belle of
the Cariboo' has had many a millionaire
mine owner at her feet They say she is
absolutely indifferent to men in the atti-
sule Of wuOers. can understand the
reason, too, for once married her glory
would be gone. Now everybody may
love her"
We'll, then, count me in that list, too,
father" cried the young Frenchman en-
Enthusiastically,
u Thought you We're such a lster of
old England ard everything and every
body English" ugel the elder MOrel.
Il had not seen the Belle of the Carl
boo yet, father" returned Leon. Il had
got my ideas Of English women out Of
the French comic papers"
After leaving the police camp, Lucy
Roberts determined TO take look at her
dark eyed rival. whose beauty was call
ing forth such unstinted praise from all
who had seen her, and in short half
hour her blooded mare was pulled up
before the two French women, whom
she found sitting in front Of tent, with
clasped hands and sorrowful faces.
THE Belle of the Caribou" whiS-
pered Pauline to her mother, as the two
women rose and returned Lucy'S smile.
Captain Roberts daughter cried
Lucy, introducing herself. and then
without giving Pauline and her mother
a chance to recover from their astonish-
ment ut the unexpected visit. she cried
out in a round. full voice, clear and
musical as a bell, Il come from the po-
lice camp, madam, to tell you that your
husband and son are quite well, and that
am fully persuaded of their innocence
and intend to intercede for their release
as soon as my father returns to the
camp"
Pauline sprang forward, and grasping
the gloved hand of the captains daughter,
who had not dismounted, pressed it to
her lips
"Oh, you are really the angel that peo-
pie call your exclaimed Pauline, still
clinging to Lucy's hand and keeping her