San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-17

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willing, but anxious to marry George Des-
mOnd. His was the traitorous mind"
II dare say he has had his own punish
ment," says Miss Penelope, mildly.
Il hope So" says Miss Priscilla, sternly.
Then, with return to sadness, Twenty
wears ago it is, and now she has been
twelve-month dead and in her quiet grave"
"Oh, don't, my dear PRISCILLA says Miss
Penelope, in broken voice, burying her
face in her pOcket-handkerchief.
"Ah! we'll well, we had better look to the
future: the past has no charms for u.s." says
Miss Priscilla, with a CHASTITY attempt at
cheerfulnesS. Let me see" referring
through pair of gOldrimmed spectacles TO
the letter in her hand: That the dear chill
dren have landed we know, and-h'm-yes,
this very-yes, plainly, rery respectable per-
son. the captain, writes to say they will be
with us tomorrow"
''TO-nOrr0lU! and that was written yester-
day." says Miss Penelope, putting down her
handkerchief and starting once more into
| life. why, at that rate my dear Priscilla,
| they will be here to-day"
BLESS me! you don't mean itv' eXclaims
Miss Priscilla, again applying her glasses to
| the letter. Monday, and this is Tuesday;
yes, sure enough you are right.
II wonder how we shall get on with chill
| dren." says Miss Penelope. She is evidently
| growing extremely nervous. 1T seems so
| strange they should be coming here to the
| old house."
Monica cannot be child now. She must
| be at least eighteen" says Miss Priscilla,
| thOughtfully. 1T was in 1868, that"
1854. think" interrupts Miss Penelope.
"lS63," persists Miss Priscilla.
"YOu may be right, my DEAR says Miss
| Penelope, mildly but firmly, you often are,
| but know it was in "a that"
WHAT" asks Miss Priscilla, sharply.
| 'sThe Desmond Tilted our Katherine"
You are wrong, Penelope, utterly wrong.
| 1t was in '63."
| IL am nearly always wrong" says Miss
Penelope. meekly, yet, with latent sense
of suppressed power. But / cannot forget
| that in the wear George Desmond behaved
| so shamefully to our sweet Katherine, Mad
| am O'Connor's COW had two calves, and
| that" triumphantly, was in GA"
You are right,-quite right" says Miss
Priscilla, vanquished, but not cast down.
$50 it was. What a memory you have, my
dear PenelOpeW
| Nothing when compared with yours"
says Miss Penelope, smiling.
| At this moment the door opens and an old
man enters the room. He is clad in the
| garb of servant, though such wonderful
habilimentS as those in which he has arrayed
himself would be difficult to purchase now
adayS; whether there are more wrinkles in
his forehead or in his trousers is a nice queS-
| ton that could not readily be decided at
| moments notice.
| "Well, Timothy" says Miss Priscilla,
looking up as he approaches the table, I'VE
have had news of Miss Katherine'S-l mean
Mrs. Observation-Disclosures"
| REST her sowlr' says Timothy, in rev.
erential tone, alluding to that part of the
late Mrs. BeresfOTd.
ut seems they have landed and will be
with us to-day"
''Sure an a grand change it will be for us
all, miss; twill indeed, ma'am," says limo
thy, cheerfully, though his mind misgives
him. There's nothing like children, when
alls told; Sures there's music in the very
sound of their footsteps"
| II hope they will be good" says Miss
Penelope, with doubtful sigh.
| ''Faix, what else would they be, miss|
| says the old man, with assumed reprOach.
| ''TiS well | mind of poor Miss Katherine
| herself, the soft tongue she had in her
| head, an never a cross word out of her,
| save to Nelly DOOlin-an' she was the divil
| himself, savin' your presence, miss, and
enough to provoke all the Satisfactory
| be-
II trust they will be happy here" goes on
| Miss Penelope, still wistful.
| An why not, miss? Sure the country
| is the finest place at all for the young; and
where's finer country than Ould lreland?"
| Much can't be said for it of late, limo
thy" says Miss Priscilla, sadly; "all it can
boast of now is rebellion, sedition, and
| blOOdShed."
"Sure every one must have kick up
sometimes, miss" says Timothy with
| youthful lightnesS; San afther all, isn't the
| ould place only dom what she can for her
| self, more power to herr
RYAN" says Miss Priscilla, sternly, adj
dressing her butler by his surname.-at thing
that is never done except in dire eases, -and
| fixing upon him an icy glance beneath which
| he quailS, 81 regret you should so far forget
Yourself as to utter such reasonable Senti-
| mentS in our presence. You ought to be
ashamed of yourself"
so | am, miss. humbly ask yer pardon,
ma am" says Mr.. Ryan, promptly. But
| all the different opinions one hears adde's
! the brain. Twas only last night the Muir
! phys had a meeting, and they do say, miss"
| lowering his voice cOnfdentially, that the
Squire down there" pointing apparently
| through the breakfaSt-rOOm wall, lis in a
bad way with the League boys"
"The DeSmOnd?'
Eyes, miss. He's been evictin' again,
| ma'am an there's queer talk about him.
But" with relapse into former thought,
'if he's bad landlord, what can he els
pect?'
| mo. no, Timothy. He is not bad land
| lord" says Miss Priscilla, hastily, though
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