San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-05

allowed myself TO be branded as met, If
she had desired 1t and IL il would have saved
her one scrap of discomfort She was afraid
of her sisters you see. blamed them then,
Brian, but l think now her fear of them
arose from the fact that they were as true as
she was-Well, wellP'
''This is indeed revelation" says Brian.
"Yes; you wouldn't think they would BE-
have like that would youT says Mr.. Dss-
mond, eagerly.
'Who' The Misses Blaksg" says Brian,
startled.
"Yes. 1t wasn't like them to kssp silent
all these years, and let ne bear the brunt Of
the battle, when they knew was innocent
and that 1t was their own flesh and Slsod
whs was in fault. Yet they turned their
backs upon me, and have treated ne ever
since IS though I were In reality tAs nis-
eRsant they have succeeded in making Ne
onA"
''Thcre is terrible mistake somswhsrs,o
says Brian. They Do verify believe yea b
- the miscreant ysu describe"
"Brian, come hersp' says the cid nan, in
an sminously calm tone. DE ysu mean b
tell ne Priscilla Blake believes n guilty 81
having behaved dishonesty to her sister
Katherinep You positively think tAis%'
II lnsots It," says Brian, whs feels 10 b
better to get out the plain unvarnisAed ruth
ct once.
"You have Nc doubt9 Think, Brian;
think"
81 needn't. There is no doubt sn my
mind"
''Thon she deceived us all" says the
Squire, in stricken tone. Then he rouses
himself again. He seems - have recovered
his strength wonderfully during the past
hour. go get me Priscilla Blal O." he says
Hurry, boy hurry must make IL right
with her before die"
Before you recover, you mean," says
Brian, cheerily. There lie down now, and
keep yourself quiet or you won't be looking
your best when she comes"
And now Miss Priscilla has como, and 10
standing beside the bed Of her 4uondam
friend, looking down upon him With dim
eyes.
II am sorry to meet you again like this,
George Desmond" she says, Of list, in tones
meant to be full Of relentless displsasure,
but which falter strangely.
'She made as great . fool Of YOU q Of ma,
Priscilla" Is the SQuire's answer, whose
tired mind can only grasp one thought-the
treachery Of the woman he had levedi And
then it all comes out, and the letter Ne false
Katherine had written him Il brought out
from Q little secret drawer, bsuAA round
with orthodox blue ribbon, and smelling
sadly Of dust as though to remind enc of
the mortality Of all things, Of warmest
sweetest love of truest trust and indeed Of
that fair but worthless body iron whose
hand it came, now lying molderins snA fer
Cotton in foreign land.
''Oh, / woulin't have believed u Of AerP
says Miss Priscilla, weeping bitterly. but
there must have been something wrsAg with
her always, though We could never - Il
What an angel face she hadi but Tie oAil-
dren, they speak terribly Of her, aAA thsy
say-that shs-and James yesssfsrA-dh
not get on 81 ALL"
'KhY' says the Squire He raises himself
On his solnd elbow, and quite glsw Of col
o. PUSHES into his pallid cheek. Thel, win
Q groaA Of self-c0ntsnpt As siAks hack
again, and the light n his eye ives Il q sat-
isfactionD dies.
'@Yoa have met Brian, . 10 says presently.
"what do you think Of hin Frisoillas Hs
b Q good ia WY gesd lad-"
He looks Il" says MIS- Priscilla, sAsrtly.
HE does" heartily. well, I'm ted THIS
Boy Of mine b in levs with ysur girl"
"Who told you" says Misc Priscilla.
"Brian himself" says ths Squire
'T like that in him." says Miss Priscilla
swell, George, if you win lssk npoa hat
as settled, 50 shall l."
$50 bs it" says the Squire.
"Eh, my dear? but doesn't 10 make Us feel
cid to be discussing the lovc-afairs Of these
young things, when it seems only yesterday
that ws-that you and I, Priscills-
''That Is buried long age; don't rake 1t up.
1t died when first your eyes fell - hoT,"
says Miss Blake, hurriedly.
az was . fool" says the Squire. But,
somehow, since have been talking 10 you,
/ don't think I'm going 70 die this time, and
old scenes come back to me, and-I suppose
il is too late now, Priscilla?'
There is no installing his meaning.
"Oh, yes; q whole lifetime too late" says
Miss Priscilla, with q soft, faint blush that
would not have misbecome maiden In her
teens. But am glad We are friends again,
George"
She presses his hand with real affection.
and then eolors again warmly, as though
afraid of having discovered herself In the
act of committing an indiscretiOn- Could
that gentle pressure be called forward, or
light, or unssemly? Terrible thought
$50 am j, my DEAR" says the Squire. And
then again, "You won't think Of II, then.
Priscillay'
mo, no." says Miss Blake, feeling natter-
ed at his persistence and then she actually
laughs out aloud, and The Desmond laushs
too, though feebly; and then the doctor
comes in again, and Miss Priscilla goes
home, 30 tell Miss Penelope, in the secrecy
of her chamber. and with the solsmnity that