San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-11

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hard! You must pay Hooper and send her
away, and Wehner too; we want no men
servants now"
The explanations of Mrs. Newburgh's
trusty solicitor We're indeed revelation
to Mona. The mysteries of the stock mar.
ket were unfolded to her wondering gaze:
and she learned that besides the consider
able sum absolutely paid on the purchase
of shares, there was a terrible liability in
the shape of calls" to the full value OF
these shares; and rs a banking business
was connected with the gold mine assOcia
ton. Mrs. Newburgh's whole property was
subject to the demands of depOsitOrs, and
that she could not call farthing her own.
The house in Green street having been
bought by her, Mr.. Oakley advised Mrs.
Newburgh remaining in it till Obliged to
turn out, as she was rent free He was
most useful in paying and dismissing the
servants. The German Inajor-domo, who
had been for many years with Mrs. New.
burgh, begged to be allowed to remain till
his mistress left-withOut wages; it was.
he said, bad season TO find another en-.
gagement, and he thought he could be
useful to the ladies, even while looking
out for situation, and so he proved him
self.
While these changes were going on,
Mona was profoundly anxious about her
grandmother. At times she was keen,
eager, fully alive to what was going on
then cloud would gather over her poor
brain, and things seemed to slip from her
She could not bear Mona out of her sight.
and was reluctant to let any other rela-
tiCes approach her When urged by Oak.
ley TO acquaint her nephew, Lord Sundel-
line, with the state of her affairs she asked
sharply what good that would do?
HE has little enough for himself, and
never fOrgave me for adopting Mona"
But, my dear madame, some steps must
be taken to provide for the future"
Il wish Nature would provide for me-"
returned Mrs. Newburgh, with deep
sigh; 81 am helpless incumbrance now"
IL am sure no one else thinks So" said
the solicitor, soothingly. "Is there not
some balance at your bankers that you
might place in-say Sir Robert Everard's
hand, just to secure some ready money!"
Il will see; will look into my accounts
but for the present | am too tired to dis
cuss anything further"
The fourth day after her return home,
Mona was as usual in attendance on her
grandmother, and making out a list of
such necessaries as they might take with
Them when two letters arrived by the sec
Ond delivery. One was from Sir Robert
Everard-a distant cousin of Mrs. New.
burgh's-and offered her cottage which
used to be occupied by one of the curates
of the parish, suggesting that she might
remove some of her furniture there before
the final crash came, and adding much
kindly counsel. The other was in a big,
firm but unknown hand. Mona turned to
the signature-it was Leslie Waring."
She had almost forgotten him in the pain
full excitement of the last few days, though
the bitter remembrance of Isles advice
never left her. Every night when she had
read or softly talked her grandmother to
sleep, when all was still and dark, she
lived over again the fiery ordeal of that
conversation in the train, and looked,
shuddering, at the dreary, lonely future,
through which she must do battle alone
To whom could she turn, on whom could
she lean, when the man who seemed to
hang on her wOTdS-whOse eyes spoke the
warmcst devotion, ShrunE from her at the
first muttcrings of the storm? But as to
when Mr. Warning would declare himself,
or whether he ever would, she gave no
thought. Now the mOmentOus question
on which she would be called 10 decide
stared her in the face, and filled her soul
with fear and diSyUSt
81 cannot read this letter to you, gran
ME; could you read il yourself?"
"Why? What is it2"
alt is marked private, and is, see from
Mr.. Warning; do you remember HIM"
YES, ! do! Give it to Inc. Where are
my glasses"
Mona sat and watched the haGcard, hcpe- !
less face, as her grandmother pcrused the
lines, gradually growing less drawn, less
while her whole heart sunk
lower and beat faster.
"Thank God" murmured EIrs. New A..
burgh mt last, heaving Il deep sigh as she
laid down the letter; AL is not quite lost
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