San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-17

away we went in the nice sweet hay, Jog
trot, jog trot, and so comfortable"
we got on splendidly," Terence says,
"and might indeed have finished our Jour
ney respectfully, but for Monica. She laid
our reputation in the dust"
Monica turns upon him an appealing
glance from her large soft eyes that would
have melted any heart but that of a broth
ers.
Aunt Priscilla" says this adaman:ine
youth, what is the name of the house with
the big gate, about half mile from this?'
"COOle CASTLE replies she, stifly, the
very fact of having TO mention the residence
| OF the detested Desmond making her heart
beat violently. But Terry is person blind
| to speaking glanceS and deaf to worded
hints. In effect, Terry and tact are two; so
| he goes on, unheeding his aunt's evident
disrelish for the subject:
well, just as we got to COole, l saw a fell
| low standing inside the entrance-gate, smok-
ing a cigar. 1 fancied he looked amused.
but would have thought nothing of that,
only heard him laugh aloud, and saw he
was staring over my head-I was driving
| to where Monica and Kit were, on the top
of the hay. 1t occurred to me then to see
what the girls were doing, so stood up on
the shaft, and looked and
Here he pauseS, as though slightly over
| come.
What, my dear??' asks Miss Priscilla,
| anxiOusly.
There was Monica lying in an aesthetic
attitGde,-reIy aesthetic, with her chin in
| her hands, and her eyes on the horses ears,
| and her thoughts | presume in heaven, or
ypb ln,
her heels"
1T isn't tTNei-it isn't" interrupts Moni-
| ca, blushing furiously. and speaking with
| much indignation. Il don't believe single
| word of itr'
sand with her heels
'Tercncer'
In mid-air. She was kicking them up
| and down with delight" says Terence, fair
| ly bubbling over with JOY at the recollec-
ton. 1T was the most humiliating sight
| for modest brother. l shall never forgive
her for it. Besides, the strange young man
was"
IF you say another wOrd,' says Monica,
| white with wrath and with tears i'll hereyes,
Il shall never speak to You again, or help
you out of any trouble"
This awful threat has the desired effect of
| reducing Mr.. BereSfOrd to subsection. He
goes down before the foe, and trucklcs u
her meanly:
You needn't take it so much to heart, ="
he says, Soothingly; there wasn't much in
it, after all: and Your shoes are very pretty,
|, and so are your feet"
The compliment works wonders; Monica
quite brightens up again. but the two old
ladies are hOpclcSSly ScandaliZed.
= -.
ella, with much dignity, that under no cir
cumStanceS could niece Of mine show too
much of her--her--'
Here Miss Priscilla bushes, and breaks
down.
Legs suggests Terry, politely.
But who was the strange young man.
asks Miss Penelope, curiously.
Our friend of the hay-cart said his name
was Desmond, and that he was nephew to
the master of the house behind the big
gates" returns Kit, fluently.
Desmond says Miss Priscilla, greatly
agitated. Let me never hear you mention
that name again! II has been our bane
Forget you have ever bren so unfortunate
as to encounter this young man; and ii i'll
luck should ever drive him across your path
again, remember you do nOt-yOu never can
know him.
But I'm certain he will know Monica if
he sees her again says Kit. He stared at
her as If she had seven heads"
mo wonder, considering her equivoCal
position. And as to knowing Monica, Pm
not certain of that, of course, but I'm utter
" positive he could swear 10 her shoes in a
crowd" says Terence with unholy delight
"IIe was enchanted with them, and with the
al lie hn,- 90 hir,ly hat
taking the pattern of them"
He was not" says Monica, almost weep
ing. "He couldn't see them. l was too
high up"
Terence" says Miss Priscilla, growing
very pale, you must never see him again,
or, at all events, you must never speak to
him. Understand, once for all, thatintimacy
between us and the inhabitants of COOle is
impossible. This feud hint at touches you
even more closely than it touches us, but
you cannot feel it more than we do, perhaps
not as much. The honor of our family has
suffered at the hands Of the Master of Coole
He is the enemy of our house! You can
make friends where you choose: but would
have you recOllect that neUGr can Beres-
ford and a Desmond have aught in COM
mon"
Dul Nlldb nave lIlt DtSulbllNA NOllt ~ us,
Aunt PrisCilla?' asks Monica, IL good deal
awcd by the old lady's sOlemnity.
Some other time you shall know all"
says Miss Priscilla, in the low tone one
might adopt if speaking of the last appall-
ing murder.
YES, some time" echoes Miss Penelope,
gently.
CHAPTER III.
Monica is up early this morning studying
the landscape and encounters Mrs. Reilly,
who is got up in her waT-paint.
utninnn Mrs Rnilln, :,