San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-06-29

sively, his profession was given away.
Jeanette had all the contempt of her
class for q make believe gentleman
one who put on che airs of gentility
and yet was in such a place as a cooks
ball in a professional capacity-like
one of the musicians, for example.
Summoned by Mrs. Lebourgeois, she re.
peated her tale, with some embellish.
ments as to Paul's conduct there, which
added fuel to the fire of Mrs. Lebour.
geois' indignation. AS a servant, whose
character in her world, as she thought,
depended upon that of the family in
| whose service she was, she felt herself
compromised by her young mistress
unaccountablc behavior to an inferior.
Mrs. Lebouygects had indeed noticed
the similarity in the names be-
ween that on the strangers
! card and that of hel
sons college friend. But she dismissed
the possibility of identity as out of the
question, and believed that Paul, with
shameless cleverness, had been imposing
the coincidence upon Louisa, having
hit upon it unaccountably, for his own
purpose, when, after standing a
moment unobserved in the door, she
had noted the familiar tone of the con.
versation.
While we havo been telling all this,
which has had some Importance in
shaping the destiny of our story, Louisa
has gotten over her crying fit and
Gained into that deep sense of injustice
and injury which is all the more last,
ing in its resentment than the first out
break of passion. Expecting her
mothers knock at the door and a recon,
Citation from moment to moment, and
being only the more bitterly disap.
pointed as the time wore away into
half an hour and it did not come, she
finally gave up listening and fell tc
bordering on what she should do next.
She would have no vulgar quarrel. The
servants should not know, if possible,
of the scene. She would meet hel
mother as if nothing had happened
while others were by, but in secret that
mother should feel how uhforgotten
was the wrong of her i~nsinuations.
Her thoughts ran back to a novel she
had been reading only as Jules brought
in Mr.. Terry's card. 1t was 1.-THE Vir.
gipians," and Louisa had laid down the
book to think of a little incident as
Jules appeared. 1t was in the opening
chapters, where little imperious Ma.
dame Esmond had sanctioned the
whipping of her older twin, George, by
his hated tutor. George had TX,
pressed his willingness to submit like
a little man to the indignity, from a
sense of honoor in obeying his mother
as the head of the house. But before
the whipping came off-as it never did
and after an Intellectual protest
sgainst the indignity, he walked up to
the mantel and deliberately threw a
cherished piece of bric-a-brac on h
hearth-stone, where 1t vas shivered
into many little bits. ''It's too late,
Hail." Master George had said to his
brother. "You will never mend that
again, never" 1t was an act typical
of the eternal nature of certain wrongs
from parent to child and had interested
Miss Lebourgeois greatly. She had
much sympathy with h~igh-spirited
people, and was just of an age to APP
preciate the symbolism of the young
rebels act. She had no thought in
reading it that it was so o to have
an application in her own case. She
had a double interest In it now.
So she got off the bed and picked up
the book from the chance resting-pia
on the floor it had found as she had
been hastily called out. She read the
passage more than once. You will
never mend that again, never" she
repeated over and over to. herself The