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

Margery's eyes grew big with aston
ishment. There must be a mistake
nothing very remarkable had ever hap
pened to her, and this sounded like a
fairy story. She reread the letter, looked
again at the address and tried to collect
her ideas. Then it had been Mr.. Somers
family who had injured her grandpar-
ents so cruelly-was this what he meant
when he had spoken of his spells of
gloom-perhaps he feared that the sins
of the father would be visited on the
children. At any rate he was trying to
atone, so far as he could, for the wrongs
of the past.
81 wonder he seemed to like me as
well as he did," and she blushed as she
recalled looks and words that had GER
tainly spoken neither dislike nor indif-
ference. He must be very different from
his ancestors. No, she could not take
the property from him. By the time two
generations were gone it would seem
like taking gift from this man. She
respected him and admired him for
wanting to do what so few would have
thought of attempting-to right a wrong
which might easily have been left to
the oblivion of the past-but no, she
could not take it from him. She would
write and tell Mr.. Nelson so, but she
would sleep on it first. She would not
write until tomorrow, and then she
would decline Mr.. Somers' offer, and
nothing more need be said on the sub
ject. 1t was a strange story altogether,
and Margery put the letter in her pocket
and duly admired the kitten which Rosa
came bringing to her from a nest that
the old cat had made in Bess' stable.
At last it was bedtime, and when she
went to her room the girl read the letter
once more. Then she seated herself by
her window that looked toward the old
house which she had entered so unex.
pectedly that stormy evening. How
little she had dreamed that she was in
any way connected with the history OF
the gloomy old house and the man who
had come to their help in the storm.
There was faint light in that direction
perhaps it came from old Hannah's
lamp in the house where her own grand.
parents had lived and from which they
had been driven in their helpless old
age. Then her thoughts turned to the
present-to' the man whose family his.
tory was so strangely mixed with her
own--and she dreamed dreams in the
moonlight until one single stroke from
the old clock sounded through the
silence of the house and reused Margery
to the present duty of trying to sleep,
and contrary to her expectations she
was soon in a real dreamland.
The next morning she wrote to Mr..
Nelson acknowledging his letter and de-
Ginning to accept the property which
Mr.. Somers offered to restore. She ap
preciated the motives which led him tt
do it, but felt that as the actors in the
strange story had all passed away there
was nothing to be gained by reviving it
The property, she preferred, should re
main in the hands of the man whose
claim to 1t was now legal. She sealed
and directed her letter and went down
to the hall, where Helen was seated il
the doorway sewing.
"Helen, think l will walk to the
postoffice this morning." she said. "lt
is such a lovely June morning, and
want to mail letter"
every well, my dear. wish l could
go with you; but l must try to finish |
this piece of work. Take my white
shade hat from the hall closet, it looks
nicely ON you. am afraid your pink
gingham is rather long for country
walks-there, that is better" as she
deftly stuck in two pins just where they
were needed.
"You have quite a bright color this
morning NarOerv. Won look like little |