San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-18

bit Of June yourself. The country air
suits you.
Margery cropped courtesy. Where
is old Toby she asked, perhaps
would better take him with me. You
know your husband read us long leg
ture on tramps and lonely roads few
days ago.
Yes, do take him; he looks fierce,
and that is all that is needed. You have
plenty of time for the walk before lunch,
so do not hurry" .... .-.I. ....s.
The road to the. little country post
Office was the one on which stood the old
house, which had been her grandparents
home. There was no danger of meeting
Mr.. Somers on the way, for Mr.. Garlic
ton had said he would not return for
several days. AS she came IN sight of
the tall chimneys and gables which
could be seen through the dense shade
around it, she stopped and looked at the
fine old place that might have been
home to her. A low stone wall marked
the extent of what was once the Douglas
land, and though it was broken and If
regular in some places, the vines and
wild roses had grown over and among
the great stones and lent their fresh
green leaves and sprays to hide the raw
ages of time. .-'a aa1 &s.s. H-
On one of the large stones Margery
seated herself under the shade of an
oak, which stretched its strong arms
far and wide. From her innocent ex-
perience she could little guess the riot
Gus living-the revels of bad men and
bold women-which had taken place
within the walls of the house standing
almost deserted now by the roadside.
As she sat for a few moments looking
absently in that direction, little gate
to the left of the main entrance sudden
ly opened, and man passed through
into the road and came walking quickly
toward her. She started as she recog-
nized the dark face and decided move
ments of Mr.. Somers, his large frame
looking larger than usual in his gray
tweed suit. He looked so strong and
determined that she began to fear that
the business between them might not be
so easily settled as she had thought. His
face frightened as he came toward her,
and stretching out his hand and taking
hers, he said eagerly: a.,..
"You will not lay up the evil deeds of
my people against me, will you, Miss
Margery? Mr.. Nelson told me he had
written you the story and told you of
my desire to make what little repara-
ton is in my power. Before you and ]
met that stormy evening had told Mr..
Nelson that / was determined to restore
the place, if any heir of the rightful
owners could be found"
Eyes, received Mr.. Nelson's letter
last evening. You may read my an
swer to it and see my decision" she
said, feeling strangely nervous and find
ing it hard to talk freely under that
earnest gaze. She rose and drawing
the letter from her'pocket handed it to
him. He opened it and glanced quickly
over the contents.
You see | will not take it from YOU"
she said, and raised her brown eyes reso-
lutely as she spoke, but her glance fell
before the indomitable will she read in
his deep set eyes and her color rose
Did she read yet another message in
them?
Il think you must. 1t would not be
right for me to keep it, unless'-and as
he watched her face intently he spoke in
different tone, though he was still pale
with the thought Of all that hung in the
balance-"you will consent to Compro-
mise, and share it with me-" and he bent
over her as she leaned against the old
stone wall, while the wild roses peeped
from behind it at Margery's pretty
cheeks, which rivaled their own pink
petals. at could never be home to
me unless you will lay the ghosts within
its walls by your sweet presence. If by
my love and devotion can make you
happy there as my wife, shall feel that
out of the evil of the past has come to
me, little as | deserve it, such happiness
as had never dreamed of until / knew
you," and he took her hands in his
strong ones and drew her to him. Tell
me if you could be happy there with me"
She raised her eyes then and met his
for a second as she said:
Eyes, for love you" Then she hid
eyes and bushes against the tweed shout
der so conveniently near, and the wild
roses nodded approval to each other in
the June sunshine.
THE END.