San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-09
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my fortune fly up factory chimney. ]
saw another half bury itself in coal pit.
l have been buried myself in one. / am
not ashamed to say it; have made
daily bread for myself and my daughter
with pick, shovel and barrow in dark
coal mine, in the same county where
was once the head of the ancient gentry,
and where l saw the noblest in the land
proud to break my bread and drink my
wine. am not ashamed of it. No,
glory that in that black cavern, where
daylight never looked, the brightness OF
the new faith found me, and showed the
better paths where l now walk, and
shall walk upward and onward until
reach the earthly Zion first, and then the
heavenly"
Again the old gentleman's eye kindled
and his chest expanded. What tragic
life he was limiting! Ny heart yearnei
toward him. had never known what
it was to have the guidance and protec-
ton of father. Mine died when was
a child. longed to find compensation
for my own want-and bitter one il
had sometimes benin being myself
the guardian of this Grant wayfarer
launched upon lethal currents.
"Your faith is as bright as ever
Brother Hugh" said a rasping voice be.
hind me, as Mr.. Clitheroe was silent.
"You are an example to us all. The
church is highly blessed in such an earn.
est disciple"
Elder SizZum was the speaker. He
smiled in wolfish fashion over the
group, and took his seat beside the lady
like privileged guest.
"Ah, Brother Sizzum," said Mr.. Clith.
eroe, with cheerless attempt at well
come very different from the FRANK
courtesy he had showed toward us, 1--WE
have been expecting you. Ellen dear,
cup of tea for our friend"
Miss Clitheroe rose to pour out tea for
him. Sleeps clothing instantly covered
the apostles rather wolfsh demeanor.
He assumed manner of gamesome,
sheepish devotion. When he called her
Sister Ellen with familiar, tender all
l saw painful bushes redden the lady'
cheeks.
Brent noticed the pain and the blush.
He looked away from the group toward
the blue sierra far away to the south;
hard expression came into his face, such
as l had not seen there since the old days
of his battling with Swerger.
Miss Clitheroe at once grew cold ana
stern. Nothing could be more distant
than her manner toward the saint. She
treated him as highbred woman can
treat scrub-sounding with every ges-
ture and measuring with every word the
ineffaceable gulf between them. Yet
she was thoroughly civil as hostess. She
even seemed to fight against herself t,
be friendly. But it was clear to by.
stander that she loathed the apostle.
That she was not charmed with his So
ciety even his coarse nature could not
fail to discover. Anywhere else the
scene would have been comic. Here he
had the power. No escape; no refuge
That thrust all comedy out Of the drama
and left only very hateful tragedy. Stii,
it was cruel semblance Of comedy over
tragic underplot, to see the Mormon's
cringing approaches, and that exquisite
creatures calm rebuffs. Sizzum feli
himself pinned in his proper place, and
writhed there, with an evil look, tina
said he was noting all and treasuring all
against his day of vengeance.
And the poor, feeble old father-how
all his geniality was blighted and with
cred away. He was no more the master
of revels at festival, but the ruined
man, with a bailiff in disguise at his
dinner table. Querulous tones murmured
in his voice. The decayed gentleman
disappeared; the hapless fanatic took his
place. Phrases of cant, and the peculiar
Mormon slang and profanity, gave the
color to his conversation. He appealed
to Sizzum constantly. He was at once
the bigoted disciple and the cowed slave.
Toward his daughter his manner was
sometimes timorously pleading, some
times almost surly. Why could she not
repress her disgust at the holy man, at
least in the presence of strangers? That
seemed to be his feeling; and he strove to
withdraw attention from her by an
eager, trepidating attempt to please his
master. In short, the vulgar, hard
headed knave had this weak, lost gentle
man thoroughly in his power. Mr..
Clitheroe was like lamb whom the
shepherd intends first to shear close,
then to worry to death with ours, and
at last to cut up into keebaubs.
Brent and kept aloof as much as we
might. We should only have insulted
the chosen vessel and so injured our
friends.
With sunset Elder Sizzum, after some