San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-22
His Second Campaign

DuI dlItT jill ILlClC was lAOIAllA4s5 SdluGu.
Rosalie loved him, and the disclosure
did not cause even momentary shadow
to fall on her sunny face She only crept
closer to him and shyly kissed him. At
terward she went to Adelaide, and
throwing her arms about her neck, muir
INJURED TREMENDOUSLY:
My dear, noble sister! He has told
me all!' Her warm tears fell upon AIDE
ladies cheek and neck.
They made a fine picture as they stood
there twined together like dewy vines,
and thus it was that love burned away
tue barriers of hate between the north
and south. Out of the ashes of the burned
Up home and the scar of the bayonet
sound grew the sweet flower of recon
"iliatiOn
The southern summer cameN(n apace.
Dusky Splendors lowered in the groves
and avenues by night, and by day the
waves Of heat shinmered over the house
ops and along the silver river. The time
was nearing when the Cheniers would
embark for France. Julian finally pre-
vailed uuon Resale to set their marriage
day early enough so that he could take
her to Chicago for a few weeks before
their departure FOR the land Of the mistral
and Chateau Cheuier.
Il want to show you to my friends,
he proudly sail so that they may see
how great has been my second victory
over the south
1T is not victory" she quickly re-
joined, for you are my prisoner for
life!" She put her arms around him to
illustrate his captivity.
We'll, then" he said, 81 want to show
all Of Sherman's boys how things have
changed, and how delightful it is now to
be captured in the south"
When Rosalie was once more in the
north she found its fascination stronger
than ever. The prairies with their seas
d corn and vast plains of pasture, the
thTonged towns and the hum and hurry
OF industry and enterprise, seemed to
clear her mind of the last trace of gloom.
The whole country was hers!
Colonel Chenier and Adelaide are now
in Provence. The question of Colonel
Chenier's title to the chateau is under
investigation in the French courts, but
Julian and Rosalie are drifting about
through a honeymoon that has run for
nearly two years. When they first
reached Chateau Chenier they thought
they should be content to stay there
always. They climbed upon the old
wall and imagined they found the very
spot where the Maid of the Mistral used
to sit and play her lutte while her lover
was away in the eastern wars. Julian
pointed out to Rosalie the part of the
garden where the peasant dug up the
old cross. They drove along the country
roads between the fig and the mulberry
orchards. where the barefoot peasant
women We're picturesquely grouped. and
where the wild eyed children were work
lng bareheaded in the sun. 1t was a
sweet fulillment of Rosalie's dreams; but
Julian grew tired of Provence, and they
went to Paris, and then to Switzerland,
climbed the mountains and breathed the
harp breath Of the glaciers.
We leave them III Rome When they
come back to America they will prob
ally yibrate between Chicago and
Savannah Julian has not become al
together southern man. and Rosalie
cannot quite agree to the northern Win
ters. which would seem to be about all
th&t is left to quarrel about between the
actions
The Old banjo from the pocket" is
2OSaieS constant companion, and the
present taste for banjo playing among
refined Americans leaves her free to in
duiye iii those merry old songs as often
Is she may desire without any danger Of
blocking society; for what was once the
,yre of the ignorant and enslaved south
IN negro is now the lutte affected by the
most cultured and aesthetic circles of the
great cities both north and south
TIL, END