San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-27

upon nihiocii.
"If regret some times assails thee
For the days when FIRST we met
And thy weary spirit iail thee,
And time eyes grow dim and wet,
On, It's j. love,
Al thy heart, love,
Humming, How couIdst thou ~forgetf"
The music fingers still for a moment, GIBBS,
and then dies away. Ronayne steps back,
and all seems over. How Olga has proved
SO utterly unmoved by the passionate pro-
test is exercising more minds than one,
when suddenly she rises, and with a swift
movement bends over the fountain. Another
moment, and she has dropped the guitar in
to the water. Some little silver ornament
upon It's neck flashes for an instant in the
moonlight, and then it is gone.
"Oh, Olgap' says Hernia, making an In
voluntary step toward her.
81 shall never play on it again" says Olga,
with a gesture that is almost impassioned.
An instant, and it is all over,-her little
burst of passion, the thought that led to II,
everything i
II hate itr' she says, with a petulans
laugh. II I'm glad to be rid of it. Some
body made me a present of 1t whom l learn
ed to detest atterward. No, Owen, do not
try to bring it to life again; let it lie down
there out of sight, where l may learn to for
get it,"
"As you will, madame" says Owen Kelly,
who has been fruitlesSly fishing for the
drowned guitar.
1T is curious how hateful anything, how,
ever pretty, can become to us if we dislike
the giver of it" says Mary Browne. pleas
antly.
yes" says Hernia, quickly glancing OF
her with a sudden CLEAN in her eyes,-0f
gratitude, perhaps. A moment ago there
had been q certain awkwardness following
on Olga's capriciOus action; now these lew
careless, kindly words from this ugly stran.
ger have dispelled II. And is she so plain,
after all? The fastidious Hernia, gazing al
her i~ntently, asks herself this question.
Surely before that birth and generous
CLEAN in her eyes her freckles sink into In
significance.
~ knew you would like her" says Mr..
Kelly, at this moment, speaking low in Her
mia's ear.
When a woman is startled she is general
ly angry. Mrs. Herrick Is angry now,
whether because of his words, or the fact
that she did not know he was so close to her,
let who will decide. .ars
"You are very, very clever" she says,
glancing at him from under dropping lids
and then turning away.
$50 they all tell me-" returns he, mod
estly.
Rossmoyne, crossing the brilliant moonlit
path that divides him from the group round
Hernia, seats hims If beside her, thereby
leaving Olga and Ulic Ronayne virtually
alone.
"You will regret that guitar tomorrow"
says Ronayne,-"atlea not the thing itself
q can replace that, but"
81 regret nothing" says Mrs. Bohun,
carelessly,-"unless 1 regret that you have
taken an absurdly ill-tempered action so
know"
Il DON'T" says Ronayne.
$50 courteous q liar must needs obtain
pardon. But let US forget everything but
this lovely night. Was there ever so serene
a sky? see how the stars shine and glimmer
through the dark interStices of the b~lue-gray
cloudsp
''They remind me of something, of some
words" says RJnayne, in a low voice.
'"They come to me now, [ hardly know why,
perhaps because Of the night itself, and per
haps because" he hesitates.
Oga is staring dreamily at the studded
vault above her.
About the starsT' she asks, without look.
ing at him
Yes"
"A poet loved q star,
And to 1t whispered nightly,
Being so fair. why nrt thou, love, so far,
Typ
The poet was presumptuous, it seems to
me-"
was hep l don't know. All things come
10 him who knows how to wait"
who's waiting%:" says Kelly's voice from
the other side Of the fountain; ''and for
what?'
'sTJt1ours Owen" says Mrs. Bohun, with
o shrug of her pretty shoulders. "Well, no
one even in this life is altogether without Q
taste of ~purgatory; mine (this is q delicate
compliment to you, Owen, so listen to it)
might have been worse. Do you know l
have sometimes thought"
''She has reallyp' interrupts Mr.. Kelly,
turning with cheerful encouragement to the
others. You wouldn't think it to look at
r h, r, would you? but 1 know her intimately,
and can vouch for the truth of her words.
Go Oh, ms dear Ola"
But my dear Olga" has turned aside, and
declines 10 take any notice Of his remark
beyond a faint grimace.
"She's very shy" says Mr.. Kelly, in an
explanatory aside, "and so retiring. Can't
bear to hear herself publicly praised, or feel
herself the center of attraction. Letus haste
to change the subject"
This with many ''becks, and mods, and
~reathed smiles" meant to explain the
orljcacT of the feeling that prompts him to