San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-21

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hurried all l could; but my aunts are slow
70 move. l was longing to be here, bur
they would make no haste"
You really lOnged to be here?" asks he,
| eagerly. well, that Wds good OF you! And
now you have come you will be kind to me,
won't you? You will give me all the dances
| you can spare"'
That would be great many" says she,
laughing little. You might tire of me if
l said yes to that The fact is know no
body here, and certainly there is no one
care to dance with"
You will have another tale to tell later
on" returns he gazing with unrepressed adj
miratiOn at her charming face. Before the
avalanche of wOrshipers descendS, promise
me all the waltzes."
Are my dances, then, so necessary to
yOuT with a swift upward glance.
They are, at all events, the only ones
care for" returns he, clumsily, but heartily.
"All the others will lie in the scale with
duty"
Every subjects duty is the kings; but
every subjects soul is his own" quotes
Monica, lightly. why dance unless you
wish itT'
Because my soul is not my own," re-
spends he, with a sigh. II am bound to
dance with every undanceable woman here
to-day, or they will go home and revile me.
You ought to be sorry for me If you aren't
swell, l an" says Monica; "and so you
shall have every waltz on the programme,
With this she lets him take her In his
arms again, and float away with her to the
strains of the waltz then playing, and far
away from Desmond's jealous ears.
| "Well, / had no idea it was in her." says
| in nf IN
when Monica has quite vanished. "All that
was meant for you, you know; and how
tceu she did itP'
But tchy should it be meant for me?
| What have / done that she should so i'll use
me?" says Desmond, also breathless. And
you speak of her as If you admired her and
she ought to be praised for her conduct,
when you have just heard from my own lips
| how devotedly l am attached to her"
II cannot help admiring genius when I see
it," says Olga, with a gay laugh. she
made up her mind-naughty little thingl-
to make you miserable minute ago, and
she succeeded. What can compare with
success! But in very truth, Brian" tapping
his arm Familiarity with her fan IAN action
| Monica notes from the other side Of the
room), II would see you a victor too, and In
this cause. She is as worthy of you as you
| of her, and fig for ones cousins and sisters
and auntS, when Cupid leads the way"
She has thrown up her head, and Is look
ing full of spirit, when young Ronayne, APP
preaching her, says, smiling
This is our dance, think, Mrs. Bohun"
as it? So far, so goodr' She turns again
to Brian: Faint heart never won fair
lady" she says warningly.
| Il cannot accuse myself of any feebleness
of that Sort" says Desmond, gloomily. "As
YOU see, it all rests with her."
"Perhaps she is afraid of the family feud,"
| saws Olga, laughing. lone hears such lot
| about this Blake-Desmoud affair that feel
| could take the gold medal if examined
about it. There l-what nonsensel Go and
speak to her, and defy those dear old ladies
| at Moyne."
You were talking about that pretty Miss
Beresford%' says ROnayne, as Brian moves
away.
Eyes. But, sir" archly, show dare you
see beauty in any woman when am by%'
''Oh that could see you really Jealous,
and of meP' returns he, half sadly, looking
at her with longing eyes. IF l thought l
could make your heart ache for even one
short minute, should be the happiest man
| alive"
''BOu you mean! Oh, traitOrl And would
you have me miserable for your own gratifi-
| catiOnW
ut would be for yours later on. For that
one moment you would gain slave for
| ever"
And unless am wretched for that one
moment, | cannot gain my slaveT'
"You know the answer to that only too
we'll" returns he, with so much fervOr that
she refuses to continue the discussion.
"Talking of jealousy" she says, lightly,
with side-glance at him, lit is the dream
| of my life to make RossmOyne jealous,-to
reduce him to absolute submission. He Is
so cold, so precise, so English, that it would
be quite a triumph to drag him at ones
chariOt-wheels. Shall l be able to do it?''
She turns up her charming face to his, as
| though in question. She is looking her very
sweetest, and is tenderly aware of the fact;
and indeed, so is he.
II suppose So" he says, in answer to her,
| but slowly and reprOachfully.
But must have help," says Olga. Some
one must help me. YOu?-is it nOt?'
"Ig' with strong emphasis. "What should
/ have to do with itP'
Not much, yet count upon you. Why,
who do you think l am going to make him
jealous about? EhT'
How should know?"
How shouldn't you? Why, 1t is of you,-
your' with quite delicious little laugh.
80 you will have to dance round after me
| all day for the future until your mission is
fulfilled, and try to look as If you really
loved me-"
you have mistaken your man" says Ro-
nayne, quietly; you must get some one else
to help you in this matter. 1t Is not for me,
even if did not love you; should scorn so
low task"
Love is an idle word" she says, her eyes
flashing.