San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-29

the pavement. She went in and eX-
tinguished the lamp, and then came
back TO Beatrice.
1t was late when she opened her
eyes, and the broad cold light filed
the room. She lost no time in think
ing over the events Of the night, for
everything was fresh in her memory.
Half-dressed, she wrapped about her
a cloak that came down to her feet,
and throwing u black veil over her
hair she went down to the Fortress
lodge. In five minutes she had found
Key ork's address and hao dispatched
one of the convent gardeners with a
note Then she leisurely returned to
her room and set about completing
her toilet
Twenty minutes had scarcely passed,
and she had not finished dressing
when Sister Paul entered the room.
evidently in a state of considerable
anxiety.
He is there" she said, as she came
in.
WHO is there? Keyork ArabianP"
Sister Paul nodded, glad that she
was not obliged to pronounce the
name that had to her such an I'M
christian sound.
Where is he? did not think he
could come so soon. Oh, Sister Paul,
do help me with my hair! / cannot
make it stay"
HE is in the parlor, downstairs,
answered the nun, coming to her as
sistance. Indeed, child, do not
see how | can help you" She touched
the black coils Intellectually. There!
Is that better?" she asked in timid
way. ii do not know how to do it"
The convent parlor was a large
bare room, lighted by high and
grated window. Plain, straight, mod
ern chairs were ranged against the
wall at regular intervals.
Keyork Arabian was standing in
the middle of the parlor waiting for
Beatrice. When she entered at last
he made two steps forward. bowling
profoundly and then smiled in def
erential manner.
Wy uOdI tdus, ho Sdlu, L du
here. | have lost no time. 1t so
happened that | received your note
just us | was leaving my carriage
after morning drive. | had no id, Y
you were in Bohemia"
Thanks. 1t was good of you to
come so soon"
She sat down upon one of the stiff
chairs and motioned to him to follow
her example.
And your dear father-how is hep
inquired Keyork, with suave polite
ness as he took his seat.
My father died week ago." said
Beatrice, gravely.
KeyOrk's face assumed all the ex-
preston of which it was capable.
Il am deeply grieved," he said,
moderating his huge voice to soft
and purring sub-bass. ''He was an
old and valued friend
There was moments sile &c; Key
ork, who knew many things, was well
aware that a silent feud, of which he
also knew the cause. had existed be-
tween father and daughter when he
had last been with them, and he
rightly judged from his knowledge of
their obstinate characters that it had
lasted to the end. He thought, there
fore, that his expression of sympathy
had been sufficient and could pass
muster.
81 asked you to come, " said Beat
rice, at last because | wanted your
help in a matter of Importance to N.Y.
self. | understand that you know
person who calls herself Unorna, and
who lives here. "
keyork' 5 bright blue eyes sGrutin-
lied her face. He wondered how
much she knew.
Very well indeed" he answered,
as though not at all surprised
You know something of her life,
then. | suppose you see her often.
do you not?"
daily, | can almost say
'Have you any objection TO answer
ing one question about her?"
Twenty, if you ask them, and if l
know the answers" said Keyork,
wondering what form the question
would take, and preparing to meet
surprise with Indifference.
But, will You answer me truly?"
MY dear lady, | pledge you my
sacred word OF honor Keyork
answered, with immense gravity,
meeting her eyes and laying his hand
upon his heart.
docs she love that manor notP"
Beatrice asked, suddenly showing HIM
the little miniature OF the Wanderer,
which she had taken from its case and
had hitherto concealed in her hand.
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