San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-20

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tell you. It's that fellow that's spoons on |
you, with all brothers. perspicaeity,-
the fellow who saw us on the hay-cart, ~
Monica writhes inwardly, desmond you |
knoww .r. .. ,..H
The enemy's nephew" asks Kit, in |
thrilling tone, that bespeaks delight and a |
malicious expectation of breakers ahead.
Yes. was talking to him yesterday, |
| early in the day, at Madame 0'Connor's;
and he asked me was your brother Mont |
ca, to which pleaded guilty, though" with |
| grin, I'D have got out of it if could; and |
| then he began to talk about shooting and |
said might knock over any rabbits liked |
| in COole. l told him had no gum so he |
| offered to lend me one. | thought it was
| awfully jolly of him, considering was an
utter stranger, and that; but he looks real
good sort. He sent over the gun this morn
| ing by boy, and l have had ithidden i'm the
| stable until now. / thought I'd never get
out of that beastly garden this evening""
"Oh, Terence, you shouldn't have taken
the gun from him." says Monica, flushing.
| Just think what Aunt Priscilla would say
| if she heard of it, You know how deter
| mined she is that we shall have no inter-
course with the Desmonds." ....
"Stuff and nonsense y says Mr.. Beresford.
|
ever making about simply nothing. Why,
it's quite common thing to jilt girl, now
a-days. I'd do it myself in minute"
You won't have time" says Kit, con-
| temptuously. "She-whoever she may be
will be sure to jilt you first" ....
Look here" says Terence, eying his
younger sister with much dsfavOr; you're
| so precious sharp you know, that l should
| think there'll be cohflagration on the Lif-
| fey before long; and L should think, too,
| that an outraged nation would be sure to
| fling the cause of it into the flames. So take
| care" ..... %. .srSsoS
Terence, you ought to send that gun
| back at once" says Monica. So
perhaps | ought, but certainly sha'n't,"
| says Terence, genially. And if l were
you" politely, Il wouldn't make an ass of
myself. There is quite enough of that sort
Of thing going on up there" indicating, by
wave of his hand, the drawing-room at
Moyne, where the Misses Blake are at pres
ent doing. ~-'''
"You shouldn't speak of them like that"
says Monica; lit is very ungrateful of you,
when you know how kind they are, and
how fond of you" -.
well, I'm fond of them too" says Ter
ence, remorsefully, but gloomily; land I'd
be even fOndeT, if they would only leave me
alone. But they keep such a lookout on a
fellow, that sometimes feel like cutting
the whole thing and making clean bolt
of it,"
IF you ran away you would soon be wish
| ing yourself back again." says Monica,
| ScOrnftlly. You know you will have no
money until you are twenty-one. People
| pretend to be disconnected at times, with
| their lives; but in the long run they gener-
ally acknowledge there is no place like
| home"
mo, thank goodness, there isn't" says
Terence, with moody fervOr. IN acknowl-
edge it at once, without the run. To have
frequent TepetitiOns of it would be more
than human nature could endure. have
known two homes already; 1 should think
third would be my death" 1900
So saying, he shoulders the forbidden gun
| and marches off. .-..~
| Monica and Kit getting down from theft
elevated position, also pursue their path,
which leads in contrary direction.
Monica" says Kit, presently, slipping
her slender brown fingers through her Sis
ter's arm, what did Terry mean just now
| when he spoke of some one being spoons
on you? Does that mean being in love with
| you~
'Idon't know" said Monica in troubled
| tone. IF | ever had lover before, / should
| kllOlU; but"
THAT means he is" says the astute Kit.
And I'm sure" with little loving squeeze
of her arm, Il don't wonder at it,"
you must not say that" says Monica,
| earnestly. Indeed, he said a few things to
me, but that is nothing; and"
You think he likes yOu"'
YES" reluctantly.
| Il believe he adOres the very ground you
| walk ON
''Oh, no, indeed"
| IF you say that, he isn't real lover. A
real one, to my mind, ought to be ready and
| willing to kiss the impressions your heels
| may make in the earth"
THAT would be the act of a fool, and Mr..
Desmond is not fool"
Ergo, not lover. And yet think he is
yours, Monica" coaxingly, ibid he say any
pretty things to your
What should he say? only met him
twice"
you are prevaricating," gazing at her
severely. 'Why don't you answer me hon
eStly?'
II don't know what you call pretty
things"
Eyes, you do. Did he tell you your eyes
were deep, deep wells of love, and that your
face was full of soul?'
mo, he did not" says Monica, somewhat
Indignantly; certainly not. The ideap
He must have said something to yOu,"
says Kit artlessly, Darling love, why won't
you tell your own Kitten all about it?''
A little smile quivers round Monica's lips.
"Well, 1 will, them" she says. In her
heart believe she is glad to confide in
somebody, and why not in Kit the sympa-
thetic? First, he made me feel he was de-