San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-21
CHAPTER XI,

| 1t Is ten O'Clock, and as lovely night as
ever Overhung the earth. The moon is a,
its fullest, the wind has fallen, all is calm
as heaven itself, through which Dictynna's
unclouded grandeur rolls.
| The Misses Blake, fatigued by their I'M
| usual dissipation, ordered an early rout an
hour agone, whereby bedroom candlesticks
were in demand at nine or half past nine
O'Clock.
Now, in MOnica'S room, Kit is standing by
the open window, gazing in rapt admiration
at the dew-spangled garden beneath. Like
diamonds glitter the grass and the flowers
beneath the kiss of the queen of night.
Moonbeams are playing in the roses, and
wrestling in the lilies, and rocking to and
fro upon the bosom of the stream.
There is peace unspeakable on all
around. One holds ones breath and feels
longing painful in its intensity as one
drinks in the beauty of the earth and sky.
"Twere hedUen to be assured of love on such
night as this.
Stars make the vault above so fine that all
the world, methinks, should be in love with
night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
There is a rush of feeling in the air,-a
promise of better things to come,-of hope,
of glad desire, of sweet love perfected!
How lovely a night it isp says Kit, lean
ing far out of the window, and gazing west
ward. She is at heart born artist, with
mind, indeed, too full of strange, weird
thoughts at times to augur we'll for the hap
pineSs of her future. Like many of her Irish
race, she is dreamy, pOetical, -intense at
one moment gay, wild, impulsive the next
See what food of light there is on
everythingW she says, "Bdthed in moon
light" what good thought was that
Monica when am as old as you, in very
few short years shall be a poet"
mo, you won't, darling; you will be a
musician. See what fairies lie beneath your
fingers even now when you touch the piano
or violin; be content then, with your great
gift, which most surely is yours. And to
me, indeed, it seems grander thing TO thrill
and enchain and draw to your feet all hearts
by the power of harmony that dwells with
In you, than by the divine gift of song that
poets have"
"But their songs are harmony, says the
| child, turning quickly to her.
LAY, the Interpretation Of il, but you have
| its very breath. No; search the world over,
| and you will find nothing so powerful to
| affect the souls of all as music.h
| We'll some day l shall want to do some
| thing" says Kit, vaguely; and then she
| turns to the window again, and lets bel
! mind wander and lose itself in a mute sonats
| TO the fair Isis thrOned above.
ut draws me-" she says, presently, rising
slowly and addressing Monica, but always
with her gaze fixed upon the sleeping gar
den down below. ut is so bright,-sO clear.
What Kit?"
wThe moonlight. / must" restleSSly, "g
down into it for little moment, OF shall
not sleep through longing for it"
"But the doors are closed, my dearest, an
Amt Priscilla is in bed, and so are the sci
wants" .,
$50 much the better. can draw the bolt
myself without being questioned. You sal
lust now" gayly, ~ have fairy beneat
my fingers. think have a moon-fairy
nv heart, because 1 love it So"
''Stay here with me, then, and worship