San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-04-01

trickled around his ears and down his
back.
Eau" said Marie, Eyes, tbs reau. Eat
is all-l'eau-"
"Oh, Marie"
"Ower she laughed tenderly; you
owe me nozings-it is mere water on re
BRAIN" and she bathed his brow again.
"Owel Eat sounds like re pawn man,
re oncle, re spout, re hook. But you do
not laugh! All, re head aches-ah, re
head so full of re beautiful E-english.
Re plasir for me to speak wiz you in
your own tong"
IF you only could not" he groaned
to himself. IF you only could not"
But she heard him.
''You wish | could mott" she cried.
"Merci! Dites-moi ce qui en- est. Vat
you giving us-did you not teach US ze
tong, you, re savant, re college man?
Give us re rest! Eat is too thin. See?'
Ralph writhed.
''Marie, listen" he said. This is tor
ture-it has been torture ever since |
met YOU"
Marie rose to her feet.
''Vat" she cried. "Since you met me,
You love me not-you would shake mem
Ralph caught her gown.
81 would die for you," he said.
"Zare is nozing mean about me-" she
said rather suspiciously; "live for me.
| care not for any die in mine. Every
time"
Ralph raised himself on his elbow.
promise me-" he said, with wild en-
ergy, that, come what may, you will
not leave me-"
"Go back on your" she said. "Nevair
so help me gracious"
"You will always believe in me.
Marie-always?"
always. Did you not teach us re
E-english? You are shouting"
Ralph fell back, burying his face in
the sofa cushions.
"Vat's up" cried a voice, and the
marquis came in from the garden with
Jardine. SIS re skates here YETI"
Jardine went up to the sofa and took
by the shoulder the recumbent form
there.
"Old man." he said, Il think you'd
better tell the truth"
"He would never forgive me" returned
Ralph, louder than he had meant.
Forgive me-" said the marquis sober
ly. "Zare is somzings to forgive"
''Much," said Ralph.
The marquis went to Marie.
"You hear" he said. "Quel NAL heur.
Zare is Something's to forgive! Nevair
You mean you have deceived Marie
you no longer love her. Sacre"-
"Papaw screamed Marie, dry upv'
81 love her with all my SOUL" yelled
Ralph.
"Zen," said the marquis sententiously,
"zare is nozings to forgive. You have
re jag, as Arritbicherstowe say"
There is" cried Ralph, there is
much to forgive"
"Sarer'
at is your English"
Mon Anglais" and the marquis glow
cred. "Zare is no flies on my E-english.
Did You not teach it to me? Are you not
re college man, re savant? You mean
Marie and I've not ze tight twisted-ve
catch not on? Sare. arr re French
gentilhomme, Ivear re Gordon rouge
mo, no." cried out Jardine, she meant
nothing disrespectful, believe me, mar
quis."
"vat did he mean?" depanded the now
irate old man. Il will not have re bulge
on me, sare. Re duel is not ex-extinct
in France
"He means
81 mean," groaned Ralph, chat am
dying"
"Deraisonner!'' said the marquis, sis
Eat all? 1t is re win, and don't you for
get it."
But Marie was crying:
Papa, he is dying. Madame! Mees
Envy! Tommy! He is dying-il est
mortp
Her voice was piercing, audit brought
Mrs. Cathcart and Envy to the sofa, as it
did the others.
There is nothing the matter" Mrs.
Cathcart said sternly.
at is Ralph" walled Marie.
ut is re E-english language" said the
marquis.
"Waitl Watt" cried Envy.
She looked witheringly down upon
Ralph.
sit is indeed the English language"
she said calmly. "Comel Are we 60
ing to the ball this evening""
Not zis evening; some ozer evening,
as Mees Anna Rooney say" said the
marquis pleasantly.
"Bal," echoed Marie, "ven Ralph he is
so mixed zose children up-so played out
so scoooped in"
Mrs Cathcart turned her hack on the