San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-26

m not afraid Of the dark"
That's d good thing" says Madame
O'Connor, entering, because it will soon
envelop you. Did any one ever see 80 dark
an evening for the time of Year, Well, do
think that fire looks cheerful, though It Is
warm. Has Mary Browne come down yet?''
mo. Come here, Madame; here's coy
seat have been keeping sacred for you the
past hour. Why have you denied us the
light OF your countenance all this weary
timer"
Get out with you now, and your fine
compliments to an old woman p saws Mad
anne, laughing. IF were your sweetheart,
Owen, I'd never believe word out of your
lips"
Mrs. Herrick, laying down her knitting,
raises her head, and looks full into Kelly's
eyes. AS she does so, smile, lovely as It
is unexpected, warns all her statuesque
face into perfect beauty.
sand this to mer' says Eelly addressing
his hostess, and pretending to be blind to
Mrs. Herrick's glance. "All the afternoon
have been treated by your sex with the
most consummate cruelty. With their
tongues they have been stabbing me as with
SO many knives. But yours is the unkind-
est cut of all. 1t Is, in fact, the-er-carv-
ing-knifep
"Ohl here's the tea" says Olga, In .
pleased tone. Madame, please let me pour
1t out to-nightr'
'Of course, my love, and thank you too"
sand may tomorrow EVENING" asks
Monica, with childish eagerness and quick
warm blush.
'You may, indeed, my pretty one; and I
hope It won't be long before you pour me
out my tea in your own house"
Monica laughs, and kisses her, and Des-
mond, who Is standing near them, stoOps
over Madame O'Connor and tells her he
would like TO kiss her too. first, for her own
sake, and secondly, for that sweet hope Of
hers just uttered. ..t
mot bit of it." says she, In return, In
tone as sprightly as 1t was twenty years ago,
though too low for Monica to hear. "Your
first and second reasons are all humbug.
Say at once you want to kiss me because
you think this child's caress still fingers on
my lips. All haHyou see know more
than you think, my lad. And bark you,
Brian, come here till whisper word In
your ear; I'm your friend, boy, in this mat
ter, and wish you luck, though Priscilla
Blake kill me for II; that's what want to
say" ..... -.
II couldn't desire better friend" says
Brian, gratefully. .....
And where on earth Is Mary Browne9"
says Madame OConn0r. 'She Is such q
nice girl, though hardly Venus. Owen,
my dear, want you to take her down to
dinner, and to make yourself charming to
her" ..
II shall be only too pleased" says Mr..
Kelly, family; and then he sinks back In
his chair and covers his face with his hands.
1--WE were talking about Miss Brownies
father: he was quite q millionaire, wasn't
hep says Lord Rossmoyne, who Is stand
ing at the tea-tsble beside Olga. He Is .
very rich man himself, and has, therefore,
Q due regard for riches in others. f
He was,-and the most unpleasant per
son ever met In my life, into the bargain"
says Madame O'Connor. 'I'm sure the life
he led that poor Maryi-I never felt more
relieved at anything than at the news Of his
death" ... rs-.. ..., r.. .-... ....
II feel as II could weep for Mary" says
Mr.. Kelly, In An aside to Mrs. Herrick, who
takes no notice Of him. 81 wonder IL she
has got little lamb" he goes on, unrebuk-
ed.
"What about the lambT' says Madame,
whose ears are young as ever.
II was only conjecturing as to whether
your cousin Mary had little lamb" says
Mr.. Kelly, genially. "The old Mary had,
you know. A dear little animal, with its
Fleece as white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure TO go.'
You recollect don't your What does Miss
Browne do with hersP Has she got 1t up
stairs In her room, nowP After although
the idea Is sweely pretty,-I think there
might be certain places into which 1t would
be awkward to have even the whitest lamb
trotting after one. Ehr'
81 suppose Miss Browne Is rich enough to
indulge In any vagarieS that may occur to
her." says Bella Fitzgerald.
"There's nothing like money" says Olga,
with sigh; at which Lord Rossmoyne looks
hopeful, and young Ronayne respondent
Like leather, you mean," says Owen
Kelly; that's the real thing TO get hold Of"
Some people would do anything for
money" says Miss Fitzgerald, with spite
full glance in Olga's direction. They would
sell themselves for It." Here she turns her
cold eyes upon Ronayne, who Is standing
erect, handsome, but Enthusiastically miser-
able.
s'rhey could hardly sell themselves for a
more profitable article" says Olga, with q
tine shrut of her soft shoulders.
80 they think. Cr9Sus, we know, was,
and is, al.-powerful.
"Oh, no." says Olga, with little silvery
laugh; "you forget, my dear Il lila. Read
i up again, and you will see that Cresus
Was once conquered by Cyrus. What be-
.ame of his power thenT'
Her lashes cover her eyes for moment,
md when she lifts them again they are fixed |
,n Ronayne. By some coQuettish art she |
,ives him TO understand In this single glance !
hat he is Cyrus, Lord Rossmoyne Cresus.
ae can conquer this rich lord if he will.