San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-11-11

eyebrows are thick and strongly marked.
The eyes beneath are deep set and
! fringed with heavy ,lashes. The mus
tache, sweeping from his upper lip, is C
! a lighter brown than his hair, but
! equally thick, heavy and curling. Other
wise his face is smoothly shaved, and Is
| one which impresses those who look
! upon it, even carelessly, as strong and
| resolute Ee still wears the double
| breasted coat, with shoulder knots and
| fouTagere, just as he had come Off
| parade, though he has exchanged he'll
4 $1,000 -----
{ met for f0yage cap, which latter head
| gear at this moment is being handled IN
! one hand, while the fingers Of the other
| beat rapid tattoo upon the visor. Com
| rades of Rolfe would tell you this Is a
sign that he is nervous; yet to look at
him there, smiling uponthe group, quite
as though remarking what pretty pic
ture they make, no one else would be
, apt to think of such a thing.
! Ready in moment, Rolfe," shOnts
! the major from an inner room. '"G Gu
ready, Berengaria?'
! Il am always ready, Richard as you
well know" is Mrs. Berrien's placid re-
spouse. al think never kept you wait
! ing so muck as moment"
''Promptest woman in the army or
out of it," booms the major from his
sanctum, his jovial voice resounding
! through the rooms of the bright garri-
son home. Never knew anything like
it, Miss Guthrie. Why, do You know,
/ even when | wasn't half proposing she
! never let me finish the sentence!
'Twasn't at all what l was going to ask
! her-that day, at least. Meant to
, eventually, of course, if l ever could
muster up courage, but this time l had
only found grit enough to ask for her
| picture, and was engaged in less than
| ten seconds.
Winnie Berrien rushes from the par
lor into the paternal den, yoluble with
| protestations against such ScandalOus
stories at mammals expense; but Mrs.
! Berrien. slowly tanning herself, remains
calmly seated, as though imperyiOus to
| these damaging shots, at which every
| body else is laughing merrily.
Possibly you don't believe me. again
boOms the major, his jolly red face
| aglow, as be is dragged forth from the
| den, still struggling with the sleeve
links of his cuff. "Winifred, my child,
! unhand me- You'll never bring your
| old fathers gray hairs in sorrow to the
| grave by such unwomanly precipitancy,
| unless it's civilian with ten thousand
| year: will you, dearest? Miss Guthrie,
! never expect to be rich man. !
! hadn't as many dollars when | fell in
! love with Miss De LanCy as | had but.
! tons, and we only wore single breasted
/ coats in those days, and was the junior
captain. pledge you my word never
would have had the cheek to offer my
, self Twas the woman did it. | was
! going away for week, and | said, You
| can give me one thing, if yOu will ]
only meant to beg for that picture, and,
by Jove! she slipped her hand into mine.
| was shaking all over. I-b-beg par
! dom stammered, i was only going to
beg for your p-p-p-' My promise|
said Berengaria, sweetly, looking up
! into my eyes. You have it, Richard
Prompt? Why, she just jumped at me.
Splendid arrangement, though, Miss
| Guthrie. she furnished the quarters
and all the money, and | the vivacity
| and beauty of the household, until Win
! ME came; she contributes a little toward
it now. But we're model couple, aren't
we, Berengaria" And the major bends
with playful tenderness, the fun spar
king in his eyes meanwhile, and kisses
his handsome helpmeet's rosy cheek.
1--WE have few crosses, certainly" re-
! plies Mrs Berrien, whose own name is
anything but Berengaria, that being, as
she is frequently called upon to explain,
some of the majors historical nonsense.
"We have few crosses, and those Of
course bear. But now" she continues,
with much decision of manner, IF you
are partially restored to sanity we will
go, or keep dinner longer waiting. Miss
Guthrie, do they allow lunatics at large
in the streets of st. LOUISE Major Ber-
rien spoke of getting months leave this
winter and going thither."
"Oh, send him by all means, and he
shall be treated at our own asylum
Father would rejoice in him-as | do.
Mrs Berrien."
And shall get the colonel to detail
Rolfe here to conduct Inc thitner and
turn me over to the asylum authorities?''
/ queries the major, with a knowing cock
! of the head "ROlfe hates city life as a
general thing, but he would accept that
duty, fancy"
Captain Rolfe will be very welcome.
Indeed, | only wish you might bring the
whole regiment, major. Just think
what good time the girls would have
this W inter- if that were only possible. -
"Berengaria says" bursts in the major