San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-14


Frances looked up quickly-surely
Alicia was blushing. What did it mean?
She felt sudden sharp pang of jealousy.
With this strange, new pain at her
heart she could no longer bear going
over and over the trivial details of last
nights entertainment; SO she got away
from her friend as soon as she could find
a decent excuse and went home.
On her arrival she went straight up
into the drawing room, and found Mrs.
Lisle and Edith alone over the remains
of the tea.
81 wish you had been at home, Fran
Gle, said her mother. "Mr. John Smith,
Junior, and Mr.. Josselyn have just been
here, and we have given them some tea.
Have you had yours, or shall put lit
tie more hot water into the pot and give
you cup|
Frances could scarcely intimate that
she had already taken tea when Edith
rushed into the conversation with, "Oh,
Frances, how nice he is!-Mr. Josselyn,
mean. He talked to me all the time.
was quite afraid of him at first, be-
cause he is so dreadfully clever, but he
was awfully jolly think he is quite
the incest young man ! ever saw, and
what do you think; he says if do go to
Passy he hopes he may see something of
me, because he will probably be in Paris
all next winter"
Poor Frances could say nothing; her
mind was in tumult, jealousy was
rampant now. What did it all mean?
What right had he to bring the blush to
Alicia's cheek, and to come putting
ideas into the head of bit of girl like
Edith, when all the while?- Oh, he
must be fiirt-a firt
Then the thought of poor Mr.. Fitz-
hardy flashed across her; perhaps he
had some right to accuse her of flirting
Yet the encouragement she gave him
had been very lukewarm at its best
she knew now that she had never cared
for him, except as an agreeable &C
quaintance. But for this other-well,
when they next met she would show
him how lightly she held attentions so
profusely scattered around.
She had not long to wait for an oppor-
tunity. They met that evening at a
grand ball given by one of DR.. Lisle's
most aristocratic patients. Frances
found it rather dull. She had danced
half through her programme with one
uninteresting stranger after another, and
was beginning to vote the whole affair a
bore, when familiar voice behind her
said: What, Miss Lisle?-well | am
glad. How do you doe Is Mrs. Lisle
hereY"
Eyes, and papa, too" she replied, for.
getting all her plans of revenge at the
first glance from those honest gray eyes
whose every look she was learning to
know so well.
"And have you any dances left?
hope am not too late. Jack and have
been doing duty at stupid city dinner.
81 have one or two, l think" sale
Frances, feeling for her programme. Il
could not be found; the cord and pencil
were there, but the card had been tori
off.
81 must have lost it," she said; "hov
very awkward"
"Do you remember to whom you wer
engaged%
"Not bit; they were all strangers.
know hardly any one here"
"Nor do |. | have a happy idea
When any one claims you who you thinl
looks stupid say you are engaged to me
Do, please; it will be real act of kind
ness, as know no one"
Frances hesitated, but he looked S
smiling and friendly that she smiled toe
This he must have taken for consent, 70
he placed her hand on his arm an
walked off with her to the ballroom
To Be Continued.