San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-08

she said slowly, almost sadly: "Iou
love him with purer love than you vii
ever give to woman"
He is the noblest gentleman Goo
ever made" Latour answered warmly
"As for truly-in earnest, you know
loving some woman that will come per
haps. But that is so different from love
for Dale. He is Arthur in greatness oil
soul, but he is better man than any
fellow could have been who spent his
life riding around clad in iron pans,
even for redressing human wrong
tell you, Miss Edith, Dale hasn't his
equal on earth! Why, the fellow who
could 10 false to him would be false to
his Makerw
"You are a friend worth having" the
girl said warmly. "There is something
IN your southern sun that warns south
ern blood as none in our north can warm
l have always felt that understood you
better than-any of them" She held
out her hand frankly. "Ah! what would
it not BE- worth, surrounded by world
ings, or Idiots, to have one friendship
such as that"
But you know you have mine, Miss
Edith the cadet asked in laundering
honesty, but not releasing the slender
CANT suede while he spoke. N'That goes
without saying! You must feel that Of
all the women here-and they are the
majority of all have ever known-you
are the most brilliant, the most bewilder-
ing. Do you not feel that prize your
friendship far beyond what my awk-
ward way of telling you expresses-that
feel how good it is of you to make me
an exception to all the corpsT
The girl had gently withdrawn her
hand; but the face she turned toward
the breeze tossed Hudson glowed with
something nearer kin to blush than the
homage of all the great leaders of her
city german had ever called to its olive
smoothness.
Longfellow has told of those moments
in life when the heart is so full of emo
ton that careless word may cause an
OVERLOOKING splash; and Adrien Latours
was probably trimming, for he went on
eagerly, as the girl did not reply:
"But of course you know how prize
:ts and so does-Dale."
Edith Van der Huysen never changed
feature; and the excusable smile at
the gancherie of nature in the Creole's
peroration did not come to her lips. She
still looked riverward as she answered
slowly, but without pause:
Eyes; believe understand And it
is very good of yeu-and Mr.. Everett"
Poetry, the riding school, the last hop
and like great movements Of his little
world filed Latour's talk for the re-
mainder of that walk, but somehow,
though he had managed to get one foot
in the stirrup, Edith would not let him
mount the cadet hobby, Irritation. And
only as they sighted the guard tent,
homeward bound, did she recur to Dale
Everett.
$50 King Arthur, in this godly Nine
tenth century, may ride around the
land with Guinevere ON his pillion, while
never Launcelot fears she! But what
if Wizard Merlin should weave a witch
armor, all golden and studded with big
solitaires? Will the fair queen be ever
the wise queen, and peer through the
gemmed visor for truth in the eyes of
the graybeard? What say you, Sir
Critic?'
"Why what do you mean?" asked La
tour, in genuine mystifcation.
"Nothing!" Miss Van der Huysen an
swered, with little laugh. "Of course
you could not understand. l was only
talking society," and society never IN
derstands itself. All, now you must gow
AS she spoke the clear note of assem-
bly, for dress parade cut the evening air,
| and Everett and Bonnie Standish, still
talking earnestly, FASTENED across the
plain to join them. Edith shot one quick
glance into the cadets eyes-her own
seeming to him darker and more luIni-
| nous than ever before-as she said slowly:
king Arthur may yet love-Elaine!
Hush! am not asking betrayal of con-
| fdence, only stating possibility. And
as for the Lily Maid, she"--
The second bugle note rang out clear,
commandful. The other couple Joined
them, and as the hands of the four cross
ed, in hurried leavetalzing, only Latou1
| caught the low whisper:
Farewell, Sir Launcelotw
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