San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-24

and would make jewel of a husband; and |
money-say what you like, my dear Pris- |
cilla-is always something. 1t ranks high |
er than Teuenge."
''There is no revenge. 1t is only a just
resentment"
"Wen, I'll call it by any name you like,
my dear, but must say"
Il must beg, Gertrude, you willnOt discuss
this unhappy subject" says Miss Priscilla,
with some agitation.
''Well, won't, then. There let it lie,"
says Madame OConnOr, good-humoredly.
And tell me, now, if come over to fetch
Monica on Monday, will she be ready for
me?' q.
''Quite ready. But we have not consulted
her yet" says Miss Priscilla, clinging to
broken reed.
"Olga is talking to her about it. And if
she's the girls she looks, she'll be glad of a
change, and the chance of sweetheart"
says Madame o'connor' gayly'
what lovely liliesr' says Mrs. Bohun,
| standing before tall white group.
| "Oh, don't!' says Owen Kelly, who has
Joined her and Monica. whenever 1 hear
la lily mentioned think of Oscar Wilde, and
it hurts very much"
| Il like Oscar Wilde. He is quite nice,
and very amusing" says Olga.
| Il wonder if l could make my hair grow"
says Mr.. Kelly, meditatively. He's been
very clever about his; but suppose some
body taught him"
"Well, think long hair is dirty" says
Mrs. Bohun, with an distracted glance at
Ronayne's lightly-shaven head.
| Then, as though tired of her sweet role
and of its object (Ronayne) and everything,
she turns capriciOusly aside, and, motioning
away the men with her hand and small
| frown, sits down at Hernia Herrick's feet
and plucks idly at the grasses near her.
80 we are dismissed" says Kelly, shrug-
| cling his shoulders. Monica has disappeared
long ago with the devoted Ryde. Your
| queen has her tempers, Ronayne."
There are few things so cloying as per-
fection," says Ronayne, loyalty.
II entirely agree with you,-so much so
| that hope Providence will send me an ugly
wife. She-I beg your pardon-Mrs. Bohun
does pretty much what she likes with you,
doesn't she"
Altogether what she likes. She's been
doing it for so long now that suppose she'll
60 on to the end Of the chapter. / hope it
will be long one. Do you know" says the
young man, with rather sad little laugh,
"it sounds of course rather poor thing to
say, but really think it makes me happy,
being done what she likes with"'
| ut is only to oblige friend that 1 should
seek to understand such hcpelessly in
volved sentence as that" says MIR. Kelly,
YEARLY. But have managed 1t. You're
as bad a case as ever came across, Ronayne,
and pity you. But pom my soul, respect
you too" with flash of admiration; there
is nothing like being thoroughly in earnest.
And so wish you luck in your wooing,"
You're very good fellow, Kelly" says
Ronayne, gratefully.
In the mean time, Olga, firing of tearing
her grasses to pieces, looks up at Hernia.
How silent you are!' she says.
II thought that was what you wanted
silence. You have been talking all day.
And, besides, if l speak at all, it will be
only to condemn"
Nevertheless speak. Anything is better
than this CHASTITY quiet and, besides, frank
ly, l need not mind you, you know"
"You are flirting diSgracefully with that
Ronayne boy"
What harm, If he is boy?"
HE is not such boy as all that comes to-;
and if you don't mean it, you are overland
to him."
"He's my baby" says Olga, with little
laugh; Il often tell him SO. Why should l
not be kind to him?"
| "Oh, if you are bent on it.
Il am bent on nothing. You do run away
so with thingsp
II think you might do better"
| 'I'm not going to do anything" says the
| widow. She throws off her hat, and ruffleS
up all her pretty pale gold hair with impa-
| tient fingers.
| "0h, if you can assure me of thatp
| 81 don't want to assure you of anything"
80 thought. That is why l say you
might do better"
II might do worse too"
Perhaps. But still l cannot forget there
was Northampton last year. A title is
not to be despised; and he was devoted to
you, and would l think, have made good
| husband"
Il dare say He was fool enough for any
thing. And liked him, rather; but there
was something in him-wasn't there now,
Notwithstanding positively engaging at
times"
| II suppose, then, your fancy for young
| Ronayne arises from the fact that there is
nothing in him." says Hernia, maliciously;
'that'S his charm, is it?'
Mrs. Bohun laughs.
Il don't suppose there is very much in
| him." she says; that in itself is such re-
| lief. Wolverhamp:On was so OverpOwering
about those hydraulics. Ulic isn't servant,
| certainly and don't think he will ever set
the Liffey afire, but he is pleasant too to
think on Now, mind you, don't believe
care a pin about Ulic Ronayne,-he is
younger than am, for one thing,-but still
don't care to hear him abused"
Il am not abusing him." says Hernia.
1T was you said he was no servant, and
would be unlikely to set the Liffey afire."
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