San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-08-07
A Romantic Young Lady
BY GEORGE GRANT.


words You have expressed dissatisfac-
ton with the circle in which you live,
| and wish to try another The only place
where people are thoroughly unconven-
tional is on the stage.
1t was useless to discuss the matter
| further Aunt Helen was not to be
| brought 20 look at it from my point of
| view and was resolute in my deter
ninatiOn | wished to meet and know a
| different set Of people from those of the
fashionable world Ny ideas on the
subject We're vague | had spoken the
truth in saying that | was waiting for
| something to suggest itself
There were Of course plenty of earnest
and interesting people, if one knew how
| to discover them Naturally | often
| thought OF Aunt Agnes, but pride inter
| dicted me from applying to her felt
| that she had to quote her own words.
once for all made overtures to me which
| had declined, and that could not bear
| the humiliation OF going to her and con-
| Tossing my ingratitude When she came
| to spend the evening with US Just after
her return from Europe, her first remark
| to me had been Well, a pretty mess
| you and your Aunt Helen have made of
| TT Beyond this she made no allusion
| 10 what had occurred, but she answered
| all my questions regarding her travels
| with the curtnesS of one who mlstrusts
| the interest of the questioner
However, as we had not met since, l
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her, and accordingly dropped in one day
| about luncheon time She was not alone,
and her visitor, who was young woman
| some five years my senior, stopped short
| in her animated conversation as | en-
tered and swept down upon me with a
wealth of facial expression in response
to my aunt's cultural:
My niecer
This is too pleasant, Miss Harlan.
have heard about you so often, and
wished to meet you. Now that we
are acquainted | do hope we shall be
| friends
This is Miss Kingsley, Virginia You
steps, said Aunt Agnes, by way of set
| ting me down where she considered be-
| onged for had not so far mortified the
tiesI as to alter my street costumes AS
consequence was the pink of neat
ness in a new bonnet which contrasted
itself already in my mind with the over
| trimmed attire of my aunts guest. | no.
ticed that Miss Kingsley looked me over
from head to foot with sweeping glance
as she spoke.
| But | felt humble minded, and dis
| posed to seize any straw that might help
NE to realize my desire for new &C
| quaintances. So | smiled sweetly, as
though undisturbed by my aunt's sever
ity and greeted Miss Kingsley with more
effusion than it was my wont to display
toward strangers
Il have heard that Miss Virginia Har-
ian is very clever, she sai1SSpening and
shutting her eyes in rapid succession,
| which | soon found was usual with her
when she wished to be gracious, and
| which had much the effect of heat light
ming on the beholder Weren't you at
Tinker's Reach last summer" she con-
| tinued.
| She was" answered Aunt Agnes in a
| stern tone.
Then you will be able to tell me if it
is Mr. Dobbs or Dobson, of Philadel-
phia, who is engaged to our Miss Bent
| ley wrote it Dobbs, as seeming rather
more distinguished. | agree with M.
| Spence that monosyuables are the most
| sympathetic.
81 am very sorry to say his name is
Dobson," answered
Miss Kingsley sighed. What pityI
Mere accuracy and art come so often into
collision that it is difficult at times for
us artists to do justice to both ex-
| pended much thought on that item"
felt greatly puzzled. 1t was evident
| she took it for granted that | knew who
she was But Aunt Agnes in attempt
| ing to enighten me made my confusion
all the greater
Il presume, Virginia that you are
aware that Miss Kingsley is 'AlphaT"
"'AlphaT' faltered.
You must certainly have often read
her column in The Sunday Mercury
looked embarrassed. for | never had.
But the source of the item which had
appeared about me in that newspaper
was now apparent
Miss Kingsley blushed, and giggled
convulsively No offense. Quite nat
| ural, I'm sure. You have much better
things to do than to read my articles,
Miss Virginia only thought you might
nave happened to read Mr. ~Spence's
Sonnet to Alpha in our last issue.
was obliged to admit that had not
| and feeling that it was as well to make
| u clam hreaSt of my ionnranca | &C.