San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-12

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Your father mas told me mucn OF your
history. | infer your feelings. Consider
me as brother. Nothing can be done
to aid your
''Your kindness and your friends kind
ness touch me greatly. Nothing can be
DONE"
she sobbed little. still held her
hand.
''Nothing!" said |, nothing! Viii
you go on with these people? You, a
lady, with your fate staring you in the
facet
She withdrew her hand and looked
at me steadily with her large gray eyes
What a woman to follow into the jaws
of DEATH
"My fate" she said, lean be no worse
than the old common fate of death. That
accept, any other defy. God does not
leave the worthy to shame"
Eve say so when we hope"
II say it and believe"
Come, Ellen DEAR" called her fa-
Their.
There was always between them,
whenever they spoke, by finer gentle
ness of tone and words of endearment, a
recognition of how old and close and ex-
elusive was their union. Only when
SizZum was present at tea the tender
ness, under that COarsening influence,
passed away from the fathers voice and
manner, making the daughters more
and more tender, that she might win
him back to her.
"Goodby!" she said. ''We shall re-
member each other kindly"
"Yes, gentlemen" said Mr.. Clitheroe;
this has been quite the pleasantest cpl
sode of our journey. You must not for
get us when you are roaming through
this region again"
He said this with his light, cheerful
manner. They turned away. 1t seemed
as if death arose and parted US. We fol-
lowed at a distance and watched them
safe to their wagon. The night wind
had risen and went signing over the des-
ert reaches, bringing with it the distant
bowling of wolves.
$40 not speak to me-" said Brent, 81
will talk to you by and by"
He left me and went toward our
horses. 1t had been imprudent to leave
them so long at night with bad spirits
about.
l looked into the fort again. The
dancers had gone. Bottery was fun.
bling drunkenly over his fiddle. A score
of men Were within the house carousing.
Old Bridger's whisky had evidently
flowed freely. In one corner Larrap had
unrolled a greasy faro cloth and was
dealing. Murker backed him. They
were winning largely. They bagged
their winnings out of sight, as fast as
they fell in. Sizzum, rather to my sur
prise, was a little excited with liquor
and playing recklessly, losing sovereigns
by the handful. AS he lost, he became
furious. lie struck Larrap in the face
and called him cheat. Larrap gave him
an ugly look, and then, assuming
booty indifference, caught Sizzum by
the hand and vowed he was his best
friend. Murker kept aloof from the dis
pute.
The game began again. Again Siz-
yum and the Mormons lost. Again Siz-
yum slapped the dealer, and catching
the faro cloth tore it in two. The two
gamblers saw that they were in danger.
They had kept themselves sober and got
the others drunk for such crisis. They
hurried out of the way. Sizzum and his
brother saints chased them, but pres
emily, losing sight o. them in the dusk,
they staggered off toward camp, singing
uproariously. Their leader on this festi-
val had somewhat forgotten the dignity
of the apostle and captain.
This low rioting was dOUbly disgust
ing to me after the sad evening with
our friends. | found Sizzum more of
fensive as a man of the world than as
saint. / say man OF the world, because
the sam bling scenes of nominal gentle
men are often Just as hateful, if more
decorous, than those of that night. l
walked slowly off toward camp sorrow
full and sick at heart. Baseness and vul-
garity had never seemed to me SO base
and vulgar till now.
suddenly heard voice in the bushes
1t was Larrap. He was evidently per-
suading his comrade to some yillainy.
l caught suspicious word or two.
"Ah!' thought l, 'you want our
horses. We will see to that"
/ walked slowly. Brent was seated
by the embers of camp fire, covered in
a heap, like a cold Indian. He raised his
face. All the light had gone out of him.
This trouble had suddenly worn into his
being, like the shirt of Nessus, and poi
soned his life.
''John," said I, 81 never knew you de- |