San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-11-17

1t is Mr.. Thomas Hughes who asks in
"Tom Brown at Oxford" "Which is the
true-aye, and the BRAKEMAN, he who
trembles before woman or he before
whom woman trembles? There are
men who could have found it no difficult
matter to fatty decline to serve even as
temporary escort to a woman so evil
IDENTIFY bent on mischief-who could
have rebuked then and there the as
sumption of intimacy and proprietorship
which if unchallenged might mean dis
aster Brewster did neither. She read
him we'll enough to see that, though he
was too indignant to permit himself to
speak, he was also too much of gentle
man to snub her. Bravely therefore she
bore her part, keeping up an animated
flow of meaningless words until fairly
out of the hoproom, then promptly shift
ing to that feminine coigne of vantage
wherein lies woman's greatest strength
"a gush of silent tears. She knew too
much to add reprOaches, accusations,
angry words; that would have given
him something to answer, something to
overthrow. 1t is only when woman
weeps, silently, desolately, showing no
anger, making no charge, that she has
man at her mercy. Utterly false as was
the position in which she had placed
Brewster before the garrison world at
this moment, he actually did not know
but that he might be blamable for all
that he might be much less sinned
against than SHINING. He was no fool,
only so much of one as the strongest of
his kind sometimes become in the hands
of the softer sex. Samson had his De
lilah; Hercules, Omphale; Belisarius.
poor devil, had both Antonio and Theo-
dora.
1t was bad enough to have her shrink
to the opposite side of the carriage the
instant he had assisted her in and there
give way to apparently uncomfortable
weeping: it was bad enough to have to
stand inere for moment or two until
the ladys long suffering spouse should
be hunted up Che had been having a
the sanctity of the little smoking room);
but what made matters simply intoler-
able was that Just at the foot of the
stairs, under the broad gallery, just
where the lantern on the big pillar
would shine full upon himself and his
lachrymose partner, stood Major Berrien
in earnest conversation with Captain
Rolfe, and both looked up, glanced
quickly but searchingly at him and at
her, raising their forage caps in silent
salutation, and turned away. Poor
Curly! AS in duty bound, he leaned
into the carriage, not too ardently beg
ging the weeping dame to say what had
so distressed her, but she would not re-
ply.
Possibly she thought he might yet be
induced to Chamber in after her, and
there in the dark interior tenderly be-
seech her to speak: but he was all eager
ness to hasten back to the hoproom.
If he could but have speech with Mrs.
Berrien moment, he might make her
understand the situation; she had al
ways been cordial and sympathetic.
But it was three or four minutes, per-
haps, before Knowles came, thanked
him for his attention to his wife,
stepped in, and-how her tears were
explained to her iege lord nobody
knows. Somebody who knew her, how
ever, was mean enough to suggest that
they were of the theatrical and control.
liable order, and, as Randolph expressed
1t, ''she braced up and grinned as soon
4 as Curly was left behind" ~
The instant the carriage rolled away
Brewster turned and sped up the stairs
At the very top he met the colonel com
ing hastily down, a brown telegraph en-
velope in his hand, the soldier operator
with look of depressed excitement OF
his face, close at his heels. .f
Come with me, Brewster" said Far
quhar, in preoccupied but positive man
inner. Morgan, find the sdjutant ant
guartermaster, and say that wish t.