San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-21

go on. Hoa haven't Oolu me why 10" ~aO
not dancing with Desmond"
| why should Idance with Mr.. Desmondr'
| Because it is not always easy to have a
refusal ready, perhaps, Or de mas ask
ed your
She would have given good deal at this
instant to be able to answer "Noi put the
remembrance of how he pleaded with her
for one waltz that evening at the end of the
Moyne meadow comes between her and her
desire. So she saws, "Yes," instead.
And Won would none of him?'
mo"
ut isn't my part to ask why" says Kelly,
with unite a miserable air; but still | can
| not help wondering how amy one can dislike
| Desmond"
No answer. Miss BereSfOrd, is looking
straight before her, but her color is distinct
ly higher, and there is determination about
her not to be cajOled into speech, that is I'M
mistakable. Having studied her for a little,
Mr.. Kelly goes on:
az never know whether it is DeSmond's
expression or manner that is so charming,
therefore conclude it is both. Have you
noticed what peculiarly lOvable way he
has with him? But of course not, as, some
how, he has the misfortune to jar upon you.
Yet very few hate him. You see, you are
that excellent thing, an exception"
Il do not hate him." says Monica; and,
having thus unlocked her lips against her
inclination, she feels Owen Kelly of Kelly's
Grove has won the game; but she bears him
no i'll will for all that. 1T is the cause, it
is the cause, my soul!'
As she says this, she becomes aware that
Desmond himself has come to the foot of
the stairs and Is gazing at her reprOachfully.
Here is tickle Fortunes favorite literally
at our feet" says Owen Kelly; and, before
Monica can say anything, Brian has mount
ed the two steps that lie between him and
her, and is at her side.
'If may not dance with you, may l at
least talk to you for moment or twO?' he
says, hurriedly, as Owen slips away.
Certainly" with cold surprise.
What have doneY' asks Desmond, abb
ruptly, turning to Monica, who is gazing in
rapt fashion at her large black fam"
"DOne%'
Don't answer me like that, Monica. l
have offended you. l can see that But
how? Every moment of this wretched after
noon, until you came, spent wondering
when you would arrive. And yet when at
last did see you, you would vouchsafe me
neither smile nor glance. In fact you
looked as if you hated mer'
Every momentr' sardonically.
Every one"
Even those spent with Mrs. BohunT' To
save her life she could not call her "Olga"
now.
with herr staring in some surprise at
his inQuisitor. well, it certainly wasn't
quite so bad-the waiting, l mean-then.
Though STILL with Ry mind full of you
was
You were indeedr' mterrupting him
astily, with contemptuOus smile.
Certainly was" the surprise growing
deeper.
II wonder you are not ashamed to sit
there and confess il" says Miss Beresford,
suddenly, with a wrathful fash in her eyes.
II shall know how to believe you again.
To say one thing to me one day, and an
other thing TO another person another day,
and" Here she finds difficulty in wind
ing up this extraordinary speech, so she says,
hurriedly. ut is hOrribIer'
What is hOrribleP" bewildered.
But she pays no heed to his question,
thinking it doubtless beneath her.
AT least" she says with fine scorn, "you
needn't be untruthful."
do you know" says Mr.. Desmond, des-
perately, you are making the most Won
derfpl remarks I ever heard in my life?
There is no beginning tc them, and Pm
1readfully afraid there will be no ending"
mo doubt" scomfully,a you are afraid"
IF allow an" says Desmond, humbly,
Twill il induce you 10 explainr'
You want no explanation" Indignantly.
"You know very well what you confessed a
while ago,-that-that-'you aoeTe'! There"
"Wheref'
Fiji with Olga BOhunF'
"You did. You know you did. Oh, what
perfdy! Only moment since you declared
it openly, shamelessly; and now you deny
it! Why, wouldn't have believed 1t, even
Of you. How can you pretend to forget itT'
But that there are tears born of real emo
ton in her great eyes, Mr.. Desmond would
asSuredly believe she Is making vast joke
at his expense, so innocent is he of any of
Tense.
If by some unfortunate method, he says,
calmly, You have metamOrphoSed any
speech of mine into declaration relative to
Irritation with Mrs. Bohun, you have done
an uncommonly clever thing. You have
turned lie into truth. l never said even
one spoony word to Olga Bohun in all my
life"
Then why" in a still much-aggrieved
tone, but with strong symptoms of relenting,
ibid you say you wereT'
II don't remember saying it at ALL" says
poor Mr. Desmond, who has forgotten all
about his interrupted remark.
Then what were you saying to Olga just
as came imp
"Oh! frightening into remem-
brance of the past by hegreateSt good luck,
mr. the ouarrel might have proved final one