San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-26

| tCll Is Dy no means 70 be deSpised, still IL
counts but as small one beside that of
Rossmoyne's.
And Hernia Is right! title Is of use in
the world; and nothing is so lasting or so
satisfactory as respectable book at ones
bankers. A good match Hernia AGAIN. Is
the one thing to be desired; it covers all sins.
Advice such as this coming from Mrs. Her
rick is thoroughly disinterested, as the late
lamented Mr.. Herrick, having behaved to
her like brute during their mercifulIy short
married life, had died in the odor of sancti-
| ty, leaving her complete mistress of all his
enormous wealth, and quite free to make a
second marriage of her O1Dn choosing.
With her (Olga), however, the case is
| widely different; she Is indeed without In
cumbrances so far as children may so be
| termed, and she has sufficient means to en-
able her to get her gowns and things from
Paris, but there her independence ends.
| As she runs over all this hurriedly in her
mind, the desire for riches grows upon her.
| Yes, there Is certainly great deal Of good
In ROssmoyne, besides his income; and per-
| haps solid sternness is preferable to any
airy gayety Of manner this with an ire
pressible leaning toward the ''airy gayety'O;
and-and-what pity it is that Rossmoyne
Is not Ulic!-
II will" says Ronayne, abiding to her
last remark, in low but determined tone.
''Olga, tell me that am more to you than
Rossmoyne."
"The boy you arer' says Olga, with an
adorable smile that reaches him through the
Pickering flashes of the freight. THE
babyp He Is bending over her, and with q
light caressing touch she brushes back the
hair from his temples I'm year, nay, in
q month, once we are separated, you will
see some other face, newer, more desirable,
and forget you ever cared for mine."
IF could believe that, might find peace.
Yet, for all that peace could give me, l
would not so believe it. lam yours forever,
boy though you deem me; and, yet, is one
ever boy again when one has once truly
| levedT'
"How often have you truly lovedg' with
an attempt at lightness that is down-trod-
den by the intensity of her regard.
"As often as have seen you, Nay, more
than that every moment since first saw
you; because, night and day, whether alb
sent or present. have been yours in heart
and soul. Oh, Olga, why will you always
press me backward? Am l never to be
nearer to you than am nowr'
II don't see how you could conveniently
be very much nearer" says Mrs. Bohun,
with soft laugh.
AFTER oil, l suppose come under the
head of either mailman or fool" says RO-
naye, sadly. you are everything 10 me; I
am less than nothing TO you"
"Is Lord Rossmoyne TO come under the
head of 'nothing'p How ruder' says Olga.
II never thought Of him. Twas thinking
only Of how hopelessly love you"
"Lovei How should such baby as you
grasp even the meaning Of that word" says
Olga, letting her white lids droop until their
long lashes lie upon her cheek like shadows,
while she raises her cup with indolent care
to her lips. do you really think you know
what 1t means?' .r....r.. .,.
.Tne dret etul joy, always that fiits so verne,
All this meme by Love-" "
quotes he, very gently; after which he turns
away, and, going over to the fireplace again,
fngs himself down dejectedly at Monica's
| feet
Are you tired, Mr.. Ronayney' says Moni-
ca, very gently. Something In his beautiful
face tells her that matters are not going well
with him.
Tired? no." lifting his eyes to hers with
0 smile that bellies his words. ut is good of
you to ask, though, wish, earnestly, you
would not call me Mr.. Ronayne.' l can't
bear 1t from any one like. Desmond, tell
her TO call me Ulic"
1t strikes both Monica and Brian as pecu-
liar that he should appeal to the latter IS TO
one possessed Of certain influence over the
former. 1t strikes Miss Fitzgerald In the
same light too, who has been listening to
his impetuous entreaty.
Seeing there is something wrong with him,
something that might be termed excitement
in his manner, Desmond whispers to Monica
to do as he desires.
He is unhappy about something; let him
feel you are his friend" he says, in low
tone.
Come little further from the fire, Ulic,
"a little nearer to me-" says Monica, in
tone Of shy friendliness, "and think you
will be more comfortable"
He is more than grateful, l think, though
he says nothing, only he moves good deal
closer to her, and lays his head against her
knee in brotherly fashion, need sayun
rebuked?
Something in this little scene sends the
blood rushing with impatient fervor through
Olga's veins. But that she knows Monica
well, and that the girl is dear to her, she
could have hated her heartily at this mo-
ment without waiting to analyze the motive
of her dislike. AS 1t Is, she gives the reins
to her angry spirit, and lets 1t drive her
where 1t will. She laughs quite merrily,
and says some pretty playful thing to Lo.d
RoSsmoyne that all the world can hear
and ROnayne, be assured, the first Of all.
Desmond, with subdued touch If sur
prise in his eyes, turns to look at her. But |
the night has darkened with sullen haste
tired, perhaps, of the days ill-temper, and
standing as he does within the magic circle
of the freight, he finds difficulty In con-
quering the gloom beyond. This makes his