San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-13

The night of the party arrived. DR..
Isles house was lit up from roof to
basement, carriages and cabs steadily
deposited their occupants at the door,
and the large double drawing rooms
We're filing fast. Among the earliest
arrivals were Mr.. and Miss FitZhardy.
Frances contrived to whisper to her dear
friend that they had been obliged to ask
Mr.. and Mrs. Smith, ''of Smith and
Trewson, you know"
"Oh, dear, how amusing" said that
young lady; get all my frocks therei
Pray don't distress yourself, Frances:
you need not mention our name to them
] think il is rather fun. What are they
like? Are they here now?"
mo" said Frances, delighted to see
that her august visitor took the matter
so affably.
"Do you know am quite curious to
see them, Frances" Miss FitZhardy
went ON, with little laugh. II don't
think l ever met people of that sort out
anywhere before" A remark which,
although uttered in the most innocent
manner, SEM sudden food of crimson
over Frances fair face and neck, and
she was glad enough to turn to Mr..
Fitzhardy and hear what he had to say
about a new collection of pictures he
had been inspecting that afternoon.
Meanwhile the crowd grew thicker
and thicker and the hum of voices louder
and louder. Some one was playing a
ford piece on the grand piano in the
larger room, but Frances, at the Other
end of the small drawing room, could
hear little of the performance above the
hubbub of conversation. Suddenly she
caught her mothers eye, evidently
searching 70. her. She made her way
to her as quickly as she could.
Frances" whispered Mrs Lisle, "you
must come and be introduced to Mrs.
Smith; remember she knows no one
here. want you to come and talk to
her"
A minute later the girl found herself
seated by stout elderly lady in a rich
velvet dress, adorned with lovely lace,
which was fastened at the throat by a
magnificent diamond ornament. Above
this elegant fnery beamed a large,
round, rosy, good humored face.
I'm glad to make your acquaintance,
my dear, she said. I've heard about
you from your pa-and mighty proud he
Is of you, I'm sure-something like l am
of my Johnny that's my son, you know
the only one living out of ten I've had,
so you can't wonder / think a lot of
him"
Frances had no reply ready; none was
needed, for Mrs. Smith, feeling herself
upon an inexhaustible subject, continued
without pausing longer than to take
breath.
81 dare say you think it's funny for me
to call my son Johnny and he such a
fine grown up young fellow, and taken
his degree and all that, but you see Mr.
Smith is john and Johnny he's John
too. His father calls him Jack but
that ! never could take to, because long
ago, when / was girl and lived in the
country-before / came to London t.
business had pet jackdaw and
used always to call him 'Jack'-so tam,
he was, too, he would come and perez
ON my shoulder. After that | neve,
could think of giving a Christian tn,
same name; so Johnny's been Johnny
all his life, and will be now till the enc
of the chapter, expect"
She paused again to take breath anC
then went off on another tack. rs,
kind of your ma to ask us here. w
think everything of DIR. Lisle, you know
there's just nobody like him. And +
think that poor Mr.. Smith might hav