San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-18

giving her her directions before starting
And, Canty, j shall want my blue dress 10
dinner. You can put il out"
Yes, miss" whereupon Monica prepare
TO leave the room; but the new maid stop
her.
IF We please, Miss Monica" she says
hesitating and applying her apron to her lips
"Yes, CAVITY"
I'D be very thankful to We, miss, if ye
wouldn't call me that"
| Call you what"
'Canty, miss" -,
But" astonished, isn't it your name''
"No, miss; me name is Bridget -.
But surely CAVITY is your name, 100!
well. it's me fathers name, no DOUBT;
but fax feel lust like boy when you call
me ny II. an We wouldn't likeme to feel like
a boy, miss. would YEP says the village
| bcamty, casting an anxious glance at Monica
from her dark Irish eyes, and blushing
deeply.
Certainly not says Monica, laughing
little. Very well. Bridget; for the future
/ shall try TO forget you ever had sur
| name"
Thank We. miss says Bridget, with a
sigh of profound relief.
Then Monica runs downstairs, where she
finds her auntS in the dTawing-rOOm. dressed
in their very best silk gowns waiting for
the carriage to come round. There is a lit
tie delay, which wasted time the two old
ladies spend in endeavoring to drill Terence
into shape. Something of this sort is going
on as Monica enters.
"When introduce YOU to Madam O'COn-
nor or Lady ROSsm0yne my dear boy, be
sure you make a very low bow. Nothing
distinguishes gentleman so much from the
common herd as the manner OF his salute.
Now make me a bow. that | may Judge of
your style" Thus Miss Priscilla.
II couldn't make one to order like that"
says Terence: yet lie Sulkily complies, max
ing a very short stiff. and uncompromising
nod that makes both amts lift their bands
in diSlnay.
Oh no, my dear!-that won't do at al!
Most ungracefUl, and totally devoid of the
dignity that should inspire it, Now look at
me. 1t should be something like this"
making him reverence that might well
have created admiration in the court Of
Queen Anne.
All, yes! that is something like what it
should be-" chimes in Miss Penelope. pay
ing tribute to the talent of her sister
Priscilla has caught the true tone. | wish.
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ieleilce, we GouiN see you mort me your
Terence, calling TO mind the portrait Of
his dear grandfather" as represented in
Tue eia""Ia'e Sl'' frame II. the u'ii ihS.iooIl'
in a court suit and a periwig, and with an
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ga III. Ji n. iio -
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The coachman. who is considerably older
than Timothy. draws I,p the old horses he
fore the door with Il careful manner that
imnrassas tbn n .hoIdar with tho h.Iiaf tLot
he thinks they wOu,d RIM away i'm a minnie
if he relaxed a muscle on the rcins: and
small boy. who acts As foo,mau and looks
decidedly depressed. LET'S down the, rirketv
stems.
Miss Priscilla Blake then enter, the car
riarp, She is followed with much Ceremony
by Miss PpneIope. After which Monica
who is IMPRESSED nv the nrocpedipps and
Terence. who is consumed with secret mirth
stem in and seat themselves Thcn tho
coachman SAYS Gee mr. in exantIy tho
tnne he has emnIoyad for forty YEAR. and
tbe gloomy hoy settling down haside hin,
they are ali nresentIv on the fair road IN
AgbvobiIIbaG
Gain at the natural beaut,- of tho wild
IoveIinpss around them.
..Ior r;sos :, ho, Iin, s,,,,,,,,o,. ,,,.,
Al H. .nOi"
hLu .n'il S''' nt., a., o,u ii'"Se, low, ploau
aJ ho,J ,h WV, u',,cI .,hH teiiace
".n peSo.u 'io ',UuSe o'an'ls 'dwhS anu
a. %'te S,,e 'e,.,r,o". "ieic many s"yy'
IT,, tL,, arc an In i''S ~ "iiu ill.,
AH'n my al "e'oenu from TIC 'lihe-
hon0red chariot, and cross the lawn to where
they can see their hostess standing, tall and
erect and handsome, in spite of her sixty