San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-03-15

wounded sorely, but still alive, and OF
how he had watched and tended the son
of his old employer until such time as
he could bring him home to his own
people.
poor old fatherr' Anthony had said.
There wasn't mean streak in him
when it came to sticking by man he
liked Mr.. Beverley was good friend
to him, and they set store by each
other I'm glad the old chap didn't
funk. I'm uncommon glad he was brave
and loyal. couldn't stand having to
be ashamed of the old man."
He had no cause to be, she had an
swered, and then had gone on to tell
him Of how the long, slothful, indifer-
ent brothers had redeemed ignoble iv-
ing by most noble dying. She had en-
larged upon the theme, pleased with the
pleasure she gave him in the descrip-
ton of qualities and conduct he could
SO thoroughly appreciate and under
stand.
She had not thought of herself at all,
only of him, and now she was doubling if
she had done wisely. Not that she regret
ted her impulse, or even her manner Of
showing it, but she feared he was not suf-
ficiently fine of fiber to understand what
she had done and would simply regard
her conduct as woman's acceptance of
mans advances
Already he was showing her that he
recognized no barrier between them, nor
any reason why he should not come to her
as man comes to the woman he loves.
Nor did she wish to set up barrieA in
his case, highly as she regarded them
generally. He had lifted himself above
his class-more, had elevated his class
itself by the strength of his manhood,
the worth of his endeavors. In him were
still havors of the parent stock. and they
were disagreeable to her, but she was
not weak and narrow minded enough to
think that because nature. and circum-
stance had finished her class a little
more finely than his, therefore she had
right to exalt herself and abase him.
What she desired was no acknowledge
ment of superiority, but to be unloved.
She did not care for him, nor for any
thing he had, and as she was not the
kind of woman that Graves promiscuous
incense burning she objected strongly
to his caring for her. 1t put her at a
disadvantage. She was receiving some
thing she did not want and could not
reciprocate and as yet had no way Of
Kidding herself of, for Anthony had not
spoken and appeared in no hurry to
speak, although there was no disguise
of his intentions. She tried to make him
understand how very distasteful he was
to her in the quiet incisive ways well
bred woman always has at command,
but she might as well have saved herself
the trouble. Ned's lack of perceptive-
ness was great, and his knowledge Of
women-to say nothing Of ladies-so
small that it would have required q
powerful lens to enable one to analyze
and describe it, and of sensibility he had
not one grain.
When little Ran rushed in for the Sec
ond time within one month and raptur-
ously told his mother of great basket
of provisions which had been sent to her
old pensioners by Mr. Anthony's orders,
Mary felt as though she would go dis
tracted. If he had liked the poor old
people, or felt human, or even phil
anthropic interest in them, Mary could
have reconciled herself to both his bounty
and old Aunt Kitty's senile pleasure in
it. But he made no secret of his dislike
of negroes, and she knew still consid-
cred her the victim of cunning imposi-
ton and thought that her pensioners
ought to be in the poorhouse. No! hui
initiation of humiliationsl he was not
doing it for sweet charity's sake nor en-
tirely for loves sake-although he
wished to please her too-but rather be-
cuse he was "better able to stand being
gouged than she was"
When she had thanked him after the
first donation very prettily in her old
servants names, and said that they APP
preciated his kindness, he had laughed
right out and replied at once:
"No, they don't. They like the things,
not me. Bless your soul, Mrs Beverley,
that old niger hates me worse than a
rattlesnake. He'll eat my flour and
bacon, though, and my coffee will go
down all right, even if he curses me be-
tween swallows. | don't blame him;
the things taste good, and you ought not
to have the whole burden on you. You
won't let the county help, you know, SO
I'll stand in the county's place. | don't
mind it, assure YOU"
Mrs. Beverley did; she minded it hor-
ribly, and would fain have had old
Patrick reject the aid thus given. She
found him quite content, however; the
provisions had been sent by another
negro, and there had been some excite