San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-14

What is your businessT
admit me into your garden and you
shall have it. You are afraid of moth
ing" he added, as Everett hesitated.
''but may add that ths danger is only
30 myself"
Everett threw open tho little gate,
stopped to fasten the latch inside, and
~ he raised his eyes the dark, glowing
pupils Of Adrien Latou burned into
them.
dale" "Adrien!" And they were in
each others arms. For them at that in
slant there had been no war, no suffer
ings, no victories. They were boys once
more by the banks Of tho far rolling
Hudson.
"Dale, old boy" the Creole said after
pause, madame told me all, and felt
must see you once more. Swallowed
your camp, but you were 50 busy train
ing guessed You were TO ride, though
never could catch you alone"
81 felt some strange magnetism. !" Ev
erett broke in, when You startled my
mare last Sunday, though l could not
analyze it. All, you dear old fellovv
The strong arm crossed the others shout
der as the two men sat on q low bench
under a Towering orange tree sit
have you back again.
sit seems so to me, Dale, after all
have been through But l must not let
you compromise your ideas Of duty. ]
am still a rebel / believe l am dogged
by spies. II l am recognized. presto!
Your provost marshall
"Nonsensel The war is over" Everett
answered cheerily. .'You are perfectly
safe to return to madame and tho old
home. Not as my friend, bat as my late
foe, offer you unconditional parole"
you cannot understand my feelings,'
The other said sadly, turning his face
aside. .'As victor you can afford to be
generous. But Dale, l fed to Mexico
because / would not take the oath to the
government that had beaten me. We
made the election of ordeal by combat,
and l accept the verdict in honor and
in eandor. But ] cannot take the oath. =
mo argument need ever come be-
tween you and me-" Everett answered
frankly, 81 think ! understand your
feelings; certainly respect them. You
need take no oath. Your simple pxsols
is all that shall be asked"
The Creole again shook his head sadly.
II cannot ask protection of the govern
ment i tried TO overturn," he replied.
Tomorrow at dawn snruggler slips
out for Cuba. While the bells call yen
to church I shall be On my way to volun-
tary exile"
But, Adrien, this rs folly
VERY like" Latour answered, with
something of his old smile. 81 always
did talk wisdom and act folly. But.
dear old boy, cannot do it. Better en-
Ser some foreign service, where my sword
can buy me place." ........... .....g.r
s'rrhis is maWkish sentiment" Everest
replied seriously. 1T is neither reason
able nor manly. Besides, remember your
words to me before you resigned-that
eur old school did not educate Hessiansi
Aha! you remember? Yet You will sell
your sword to some cause where your
heart is not, purely from bitterness and
pioue" '.' -r"'l.# s.a
lyon wrong me, Dale the other an
swered gently. Il have no pique, and
Snow the trne soldier aaea2t,i the turn
Of battle. God knows there is no bitter
mess in my heart for those who fought
for what they believed the right honor
them all-love as well as ever these
loved before" ....s. 81 ..... ....
t 'tAnd can you imagine we respect you
less who took up arms believing you
were right" $3.50. .....--..... ......
s 81 do not, Latour answered frankly.
you could not. Had l dreamed that
would have risked this dress, however
had yearned to take your hand before
Isailed? No, no! Politicians can break
up governments, Dale, but not friend
ships like ours" .,r.. ..,........
''Then why leave your country?"
Again the Creole turned away his face,
though he held firmly the hand In his.
81 have no country now" he answered
firmly. 1T is not your fault, bat the
iron heel grinds upon us all. God alone
knows when it may be lifted-whst may
DO left when it shall bel All, Dale, you
remember the Germans poem, None
but the freeman hath fatherlandr"
"You are the same old Adrien," Dale
answered regretfully; ''gentle as awo-
man in your loves, obstinate as bronohc
in going your own way; bat what OF
your life all these years.
Then, under the oranges whese per-
fume struggled with the sweet olive for
the mastery, each told his story; and as
they talked, needless of time. the moon
rose, bright as daylight. and frolie