San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-16

lame IN those deep pure eyes
Mrs. Roosevelt examined the cross at
tentively.
II do not know if it is genuine" she
said; but it has all the appearance of
an antique thing"
"Oh, it is genuine" said Julian quick
ly; lit was dug up just II few days be-
fore | got it. | gave no antiquarian a
chance; so soon as | saw it | bought it,
and made the finder agree not to tell any
n about discovering or selling it. l
was afraid of litigation"
But you don't mean to give it to
me, said Rosalie so sincerely and with
such evident earnestness that it caused
him to laugh.
Why. that's all | wanted it for" he
just as frankly replied; Il couldn't pos
sibly put it to any use for myself. Then,
you know, | promised to fetch you a
memento from Chateau Chenier."
Rosalie looked at Aunt Marguerite as
if mutely asking a question, but that
very charming old lady did not no
tice it.
How papa would be pleased to see
it, continued Rosalie, toying with the
ornament.
you might send it to him, suggested
Mrs. Roosevelt.
Il should be afraid it might get lost or
stolen on the way" replied Rosalie.
And | wish you to wear it for its
memory's sake; don't ever take it off,
Miss Chenier, it will bring you good
fortune" exclaimed Julian. Promise
me you won't ever take it off, will your"
This last sentence was more a trembling
| prayer than a light remark. Before Mrs,
Roosevelt could formulate a clever SEN
tence with which to prevent it, Rosalie
| answered:
Yes, | will always wear it if you de-
sire it. You couldn't ask anything easier
as a return for your generous thought
fulness in bringing it to me-"
Mrs. Roosevelt caught her breath and
looked helplessly at her niece.
Julian recognized in Rosalie's voice
the ring of utter simplicity; it was very
charming, but just then he would have
preferred a touch of a%rtfulness or even
coquetry. 1t seemed to him that it was
high time for her to understand what he
meant and to leave off this childish way
of literal Interpretation. In fact, con-
sideration of this Provencal cross had
made her an unsophisticated mountain
maid again,
A young maj who is thoroughly in
| love sees many evidences of originality,
individuality and rare personality in his
| sweetheart, just as a mother sees those
| qualities in her babe. Julian, as he fondly
gazed down upon the girls bright shape
ly head and prettily dropping shoulders,
thought her the very flower of womanly
beauty.
An hour later, when Mrs. Roosevelt
had gone to the parlor to entertain some
old lady visitors, Julian enticed Rosalie
to the veranda. Northern persons in the
south enjoy to the full the luxury of
those broad verandas. The novelty of
sitting in the open air in midwinter has
it's charm, disconnected from any infu-
ence Of vines and trees and flowers and
the balm of semitropical breezes. The
southerners laugh at the extremes to
which northern people go in response to
the warm influence of the climate, as,
for instance, when youthful handles af-
feet the cool, airy garb of midsummer in
January, or when young ladies go upon
the streets in white dresses and water
ing place hats.
But Julian was not aware of any other
motive than a desire to be quite alone
with RUsalie when he drew her to the
veranda. He took the banjo along and
asked her to sing. When III a girlish,
almost gleeful, voice she began Julian
Joined in with his clear tenor voice, she
stopped in the midst and said:
Why, where did you learn my little
song?'
A French artist with whom | spent
some time at Agen was all the while
singing it" he replied. ut is a fascinat-
ing jingle. | wonder if it ever was a
Provencal song?'
II don't know" she replied; papa has
sung it even since ] can remember, but
always in French"
Il think | should like your father very
much. ] want some excuse Tor going 10
see him as | pass through north Georgia
ON my way home. Can't you invent
some good reason?"
Are you going soon?' she quickly in
quired. The thought made her home
sick.
Not very soon," he replied: mo if
if | can help it."
He stammered because there came a
rush of thoughts. His going or staying
was dependent upon her answer to a
question he meant to submit for her