San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-22

1t was lovely May morning, and
warm south wind was blowing through
the open windows of Capt. Lanes cozy
quarters and billowing the dainty cur
tains of the breakfast room. Down in
the westward valley, close under the
bluffs, white mist was creeping up
ward from the shadows of the stream,
and here and there among the burrows
of the company gardens, and along the
railway embanhment. little wispS of fog
lowered over the soaking earth. 1t had
rained in torrents during the night, but
Nature emerged from her bath glowing
in the rays of a sunrise that the officer
of the day pronounced simply gorgeous
as he turned out for reveille.
A man less joyous hearted than Capt
Lane might have found much to delight
him in such a radiant morning. But
those sunrises were old stories to this
particular trooper, and though there
was hardly state or territory west Of
the Missouri in which he had not turned
out with the lark and welcomed in the
new born day, he seemed just as keen a
worshipar Of the sun god as in the buoy
ancy of his boyish days, when, nearly
score of years before, he had first joined
the Eleventh cavalry. He w2s a man
honored and esteemed in his profession.
He was well to do in the world, thanks
to the prudence and frugality of his
subaltern days. He had hardly care
in the world. He had charming quar-
tiers, had a charming station. and he was
welded only during the year before to a
woman whom he devotedly loved, and
who believed that the world had never
contained man so true and tender and
noble as he.
A very lovely woman was Mrs. Lane,
and very sweet and winning hostess
she made when doing the bonors of her
army home. There were those. to be
sure, who could detect species of ner-
vousness and q vague anxiety in her
manner at times, and there were people
there always are, worse luck!-who
could not quite forgive her her present
happiness, or excuse it in her that after
having been wOned and won by and
welded to the AdOnis of the regiment
some few years before she had again
welded. and this time the most eligible
bachelor i'll tho command, not much
more than two years after the not I'M
timely taking off of her first husband.
mo woman ought TO be allowed more
than one choice out of regiment" was
the half laughing, half ruefGl remark or
some of the army wives who had sisters
yet urchosen. They thought Mrs. Lane
had rather too much good luck, despite
the fact, now well and generally known,
that her first marriage was a brief story
of sudden diSenchantment, of woe and
wretchedness, OF shame and sorrow .un-
speakable. Except among the women.
the name Of her first husband was rarely
spoken in the Eleventh: but, unworthy
though he was, there We're not lacking
censors Of her own sex to point ont time
and again how impossible it would have
been for them. had they lost II husband
in the army, ever 10 think Of tadng an
other in the same regiment, especially
when it was known that No. 2 had been
IN love with her before she met The orig
nal conqueror Of her maiden heart.
That these remarks should in various
'orms come eventually TO her ears one
an hardly doubt; and that cloud
hOuld at times overspread the tranquil
ky of her sweet home life no one who
;new .Nah2l Vincent in her school DAYS