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

Evidently mamma does not consider
it worth while.
ut woul be wasting time, Miss
Guthrie, am, we are wasting time as it
is. Captain 1azlett will never forgive
you, Major Berrien, if you keep dinner
waiting ano' her minute. Captain Rolfe,
will you escort Miss Guthrie! Come,
Richard, march,
AFTER you, Rolfe," says the major
with bow of extra ceremony. after
you"
Before t. en-, if you please, you blind
goose!" whispers his better half.
Haven't you sense enough to see he
wants TO sr"ak with her and that this
may be the only opportunity"
What! collie wants to talk with
her? Why, Miss Guthrie" he booms
aloud, 81 hadn't the faintest idea
But here the wife of his bosom lays firm
hand upon his sunburned ear and fairly
marches him forth upon the veranda.
Miss Guthrie would indeed have been
glad to lead, but Rolfe's hand, trem-
bling slightly, as she cannot but note, is
laid upon her wrist, restraining her.
"Why didn't you tell me You wanted
to talk with Rolfe, Miss Guthrie?'
queries the major over his shoulder,
with every appearance of concern. 81
could have fixed it all for you"
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"silence Dick" sternly murmurs Mrs.
Berrien. There is no fun in this affair,
and warn you-not another word"
Twilight has fallen upon the garrison
as they stroll across the parade. The
men have vanished from the scene, but
the tinkle of guitar and banjo tells
where they have gathered. Most of the
officers are at dinner. One or two
couples are just entering the gateway of
Hazlett's quarters-guests invited to
meet the fair visitor on this the last
evening of her stay. DR.. and Mrs.
Holden can be seen among them, Mrs.
Holden gazing somewhat anxiously at
Nina and her escort, for it is plain that
Rolfe seeks to detain the woman to
whom he has paid such unusual and de-
voted attention ever since the hour of
her arrival. Silence and peace have
spread their wings abroad, lowering
with the twilight over the broad reser-
walton, and the Berriens, walking rapid
ly now, as the energetic lady can lead
her expostulating spouse, come suddenly
upon the sight of the great golden moon
rising above the distant bluffs and peer
ing in upon the garrison through the
wide space that interpOses between the
surgeons quarters and the barracks at
the east end.
Now there is something Miss Guth-
rie really must see," says Berrien, halt
ing short. LAS one of her admirers and
entertainers. feel bound to call her at
tentiOn to it."
"Dick!-stupid!-move on at once.
You must not speak to her now. Can't
you see?'
"See? OF course see, and want her
to see-that's why | stop" Again half
teasingly, he attempts to turn as though
bent on looking back. She promptly
whirls him about and faces him in the
proper direc Jon. oh" he persists, ''if
it is something about her you wanted to
me to see, can't you understand that l
have no eyes in the back of my head and
that therefore / should be allowed to
look about"
You see, sir, and understand the sit
uation perfectly well as it is. You're
simply bent on mischief. You know
that Rolfe has been her shadow all day
long, hanging about her to say his say.
He knows this to be his last chance.
Everybody will be there the moment
dinner is over. Everybody will sur
round her, and unless he speaks now he
must let her go without word"
"Berengaria, you amaze me! Are you
conni7ing at his capture? Didn't you
tell me you knew she wouldn't have
himF"
II did; ! know it now; but he is
man who wants to hear his fate from
her own lips and plead his cause, too,
like a man, unless / am very much mis-
taken in him. No, sir, don't you dare
look back"
"Poor devil Why couldn't he wait
mood then. always am. That's why
you always wait till after dinner, pre-
sumo, when you have anything special
to ask. Now this will take his appetite
away entirely"
LAS if he had any in the first place!
Positively, Richard, you have no soul
above a dinner. When man is us des-
perately in love as Rolfe, do you suppose
he cares much what he eatsY'
"Wel, seems to me was never off
my feed" is 9errien's reply with prefer
natural gravity, looking straight to the
front now and refusing to meet bis wife's
dark eyes.
Your with fine scorn. "Youl Why,