San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-28

noyne besides making game Of him"
Whatp says Mary Browne
marry him, to be sure. A young woman
Ike you, with more money than you know
what 10 DO with, ought 70 have q protector.
ralth ysu needn't laugh, for it's only COM
mon sense I'm talking. Tenants, and the
new laws, will play tho mischief with your
son heart and your estate, if you don't get
some one to look after them both"
"WellT' says Mary Browne.
wei, therss Rossmoyne, as said be-
fore, actually going begging foY q wife.
Why not take himg'
Il don't care about beggsrs," says Miss
Browne, with slight smile. II am not one
Of those who think them picturesque"
He isn't bsggar in any other sense than
HE one have mentioned. He is . very
good match. Think of il, now"
II am thinking. Indeed, ever since my
frst day here have been thinking how
deeply attached he Is 10 Mrs Bohun. For
give me, Mrs. Bohun."
Olga laughs lightly. There is something
about this plain girl that rspels the idea Of
snenss.
what On earth put that idea into your
headr says the hostess, opening her eyes,
who talks too much both in season and out
Of 1t to be able 70 see all the by-play going
on around her. 'You aren't setting your
cap at him, are you, Olga my dearp"
Indeed, no." says Olga, still laughing.
"HOw could so absurd notion have got in
b snybody's headP'
'How, indeedr says Monica, gayly.
There's Owen Kelly, then; though he
isn't Is we'll of Is Rossmoyne, still he will
be worth looking after by and by, when the
old man drops of. He's as good-hearted .
fellow as ever lived, when you know what
he's at-which isn'toften, to do him justice.
1t struck me he was very civil to you last
night"
HE was" says Miss Browne, whose mer-
riment is on the increase. But l never met
any one who wasn't civil to me; so found
him commonplace enough. All! II he had
only been uncivil, nowp
'Well, there he is, at all svents,' says
Madame O'Connor, sententiously.
II hope he's comfortable" says Miss
Browne, kindly. II sha'n't try to make him
less so, at least Why don't you recommend
Mr.. Desmond or Mr.. Ronayne to my notice%
with mischisvOus glance at Monica and
Olga Bohun.
Pm afraid they are done for" says Mad
sme, laughing now herself. And only
hope that handsome boy Ronayne isn't lay
ing up sorrow for himself and living in Q
FOOLS paradise. Indeed, Olga, pretty as you
are, I'll be very angry with you If hear
you have been playing fast and loose with
him."
The old lady shakes her head grimly At
Mrs. Bohun, who prstends to be crushed -
meath her glance.
ITO prevent you Offering ne any moro
suitors," says Mary Browne, steadily but
with rising blush, II may as well tell yea
that I am engaged to be married"
Good gracious, ny dear then why didn't
yoa say 80 UvI. avs Madame, sitting bolt
upright and letting her pinee,sis fall IN
needed int her lap.
Il really don't know; but l dare say BE-
cause you took it for granted wasn't"
"Nary," says Mrs. Fl rrick, snea1ing for
the FIRST time, and for the first time, too,
calling Miss Browne by her Christian mama
"tell US all about it."
Yes, do" says Monica, and all the we-
men draw their chairs iRstnctively degree
closer to the heroine Of the hour, and be-
tray in her warm interest After all, what
Nn equal really good love-affarf
Go on, my DEAR" says Madame O'Con-
nor, who Is always full Of life where ro-
nance is concerned Il hope IL is . good
marriage"
1.-THE best in the world, for =" says
Mary Browne, simply, though hasn't .
penny in the world but what he u.s."
As she makes this awful coHl, on, she
isn't in the least confused, but snli bright
ly.
We'll, Mary, must say wouldn't have
believed it Of yOu," says Madame.
Il would" says Monica, hastily laying
her hand on one Of Mary's. 'It is Just like
her. After all, what has money got TO do
with it? Is he nice. MaryY'
$50 nice" says Mary, who seems quite
glad to talk about him, land as ugly Is my
self" with little enjoyable laugh, 80 We
can't call each other bad names; and his
name is Peter, which of course will be con-
sidered another drawback. though like the
name myself And we are very fond Of
each o,her,-I have no doubt about that;
and that is all, think"
No, it is not all, says Madame O'Con-
nor, severely. MAY l ask when you met
this young man?"
Il must take the sting out Of your tone ut |
once, Gertrude, says her cousin, pleasantly, |
"by telling you that We were engaged long !
before poor Richard died" (Richlrd was |
the scampish brother by whose death she in
herited all.)
Then why didn't you marry him@ says
Madame.
II was going to,-in fact we were going
% run away" says Miss Browne, with in
,ense enjoyment at the now remote thought,
-"doeSn't it sound Observation-Disclosures
he news about Dick reached us, and then
'ould not bring myself to leave my father,
40 matter how unpleasant my home might
~"
What is hep asks Olga, with friendly
lesire to know.