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

niversary Of his wedding day almost b
the hour. He was found in his chair, :
candle lighted on the desk by his ads
and charred paper on the salver by it
Heart trouble, the doctors said" Thu
silence was unbroken and he went On
slowly, Zone tiny scrap only Of that pa
per was unconsumed, and. Adrien, that
scrap bore your name"
The Creole still stood silent, but his
thin lips closed tighter under his mus.
tache. and the haggard look on his dark
face sorted but i'll with the inountebank
garb. At last he SPOKE calmly, but with
great effort:
Dale. if You value our friendship new
er speak of this again. That womans
name has been blotted from my brain
since the night she sold herself! 1t shall
never cross my lips again. SO help me
Godr' Ha-.rs.
He raised his hand in the moonlight
as Everett turned away and cried:
How she sold herself you have never
dreamedI'
Then silence again fell between them.
Adrien's face was dark and set. Over
Dale Everett's emotions played and flick
cred like clouds across the. moons, tenn
pering, not hiding, the great light of
pity that shone upon his friend as he
thought:
''Dare tell him-nowY"
At length Latour turned and asked,
not in ralllery, but in interest:
Il have and do" Dale answered. "No,
do not start; am not married. But one
woman is far more to me than wife
could ever bel am true to her as
though the sacrament had made as one;
my highest happiness to make her the
pride. the envy of all other womenr'
Your The Creole stared at his
friend. lyon waste your life for wo-
manF' 'i'E FwT. I ~ Faf77,r rrrs,,.I i
p mo, not waste it," Everett answered
gently. but l do all this-for lover
There was silence. Busy thought in
Everett's brain was again shadowing
the face he raised to the moonlight. La
tour kept his bent in tbs shadow of the
orange tree. '''''
Suddenly Dale started up, muttsring
to himself, There Is one way only!"
Then he turned to Latour. "Waiti" he
said quickly. you shall see my OK.
cuseg'' -...f...l
Hastily drawing the domino over his
uniform the Federal general passed into
the street. And as he went on rapidly
he repeated: ,. ....i 49,. .-.,
Even that may fail. but it is the only
hope" nea assa 5.sun ,... ...-. ...
Left alone Lstour paced the garden,
laughing bitterly 80 himself.
''He, tool Dale Everett the play thing
Of a womanT he thought aloud. ''And
bled SO, tool Well, we are all fools for
them, each in his own way! l am bitter
enough, God knows! yet can never part
with thisi'
He drew from his breast woman's
glove, white once, and delicate, but soil
ed and worn now. Dropping heavily
upon the bench he looked upon the glove
long and dreamily. The hard CLINT faded
ont of his eyes; the better nature lit
them softly US he murmured:
six years ago stole this from her
wedding! And through toll and danger
and death this toy has lain on my heart!
Even now it wipes out all between and
carries me back to the cottage on the
river-befOre she lied at the altar and
lied when cursed herl"
The proud head dropped in deep and
motlonless reverie, the little glove still
held in the battle Drowned but delicate
hand.
SO deep was the mans thought that he
heard nothing of an opening door on the
gallery behind him, of O vomarl's step
upon the walk, or the rustling of her
a'ain on the fallen orange leaves. He
lid not even hear her laugh, 80 low and
musical it almost seemed to melt into
moonlight, as she regarded him, around
the tree against which he leaned
Developed in the fullest splendor Of
womanhood, she was still 1.-THE and
graceful enough for girlhood, the per-
feet neck and rounded arms glttering
with diamonds, and the whole toilet-a
PonpadOur misunderstanding costli- |
ness and taste. A satin half mask, with
Lace fall, hid the face, but through it
two bright eyes peered curiously at the
dress ofthe figure before her, half hid
den in the shadow. Then she advanced
on tiptOe, saying TO herself:
so this is our generals excuse for
delayi must be hours late at the balls,
while he plays mountebank among the
people. Di done, Monsieur Pierrot!"
She spoke the last words aloud, and
again laughed softly; but Adrien Lstour
did not look mp. He started vaguely, as
though the laugh were an echo of his
own memories, now far away by the