San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-30

looking dI Ills WdUcI Dy JONe! uSdrly
twelve! Ring for her, before she goes
to bed"
Fifteen minutes later, the leader of
the geman stood before the great mir
TOR in Meredith's bedroom, side by side
with the Irish serving woman, peering
keenly into its depths at her face, while
his deft hand applied unguent, pigment
and paint to his own Perfect master
in the art of make up" the youths
fair round face rapidly took on the COM
plexion of rudy age. His features,
too, quickly changed shape, apparently,
as quick touch of the pencil set lines
and deepened shadows in second for
which times slower, but surer, hand de-
manded years and the aid of troubles,
% thought and experience. Meanwhile, a
lively running dialogue did not impede
the work in hand.
Eyes, it's grand lark, Mary" Mckee
said, naturally, "a fancy ball, where
cannot use a mask. Do you think they'll
recognize me?"
"Sorra a wan o. 'em!" Mrs Clonan
started at her double self reflected in
the glass. ''Shure 'twould bother tn
mither av We to know her child. A ball,
is it, Misther WHIP"
Every likely; perhaps SEVERAL" Nc
Kee replied, lightly. There, that line
across turns up the end of the nose.
Anyway, Mary, it will be a regular sur
prise party. Think I'll do?''
81 do be thinkin' they've betther eyes
than common, eff it don't" the woman
answered, adding, with a meaning look:
"Sorra bit O my fgger We have, tho.
An in tn night they'll look more at tn
fgger than tn face. Shure, it's no made
addin' to tn risk, bad luck to emf
She spoke gravely; and the earnest
CLEAN of her eyes into his own told the
man that she more than suspected his
excuse for the disguise. $50 you think
it is not ball, Mary?" he asked her, 40
ruptly.
''Shure it's not to be thinkin' I'm
paid, sor," the woman answered. Me
aunt use to say thot tn shet mouth
caught no flies. But, whittier it do be
a fight, a frolic or foot race, ye'd best
kape the fgger up to tn face. Wait
bit, Misther Will"
She left Mckee to polish his COM
plexion with hare's-foot, standing in
a most composite attire A heavy, low
necked hunting shirt terminated in
three pairs of dark tights, drawn on for
warmth; and over these depended an
ample skeleton skirt of the day draped
with dark balmoral and massive pan
Ter of stiff crinoline. Selecting heavy
gray wig of woman's hair, he quickly
adjusted it, combing the bands low
over his forehead and twisting the ends
in tight knot.
As he stepped back for final view, the
woman reentered with her ample Sun
day gown, and a poke bonnet of I'M
usual depth and fragrant in decoration
of green and yellow flowers Besides,
she carried a ponderous pair of corsets,
with ample waist.
'Mither of love! but We do be a fine
copy!' she cried, admiringly. eyer
bids a darlin' knot an all; but thin
ligs an that waist shpoils the SIM
mithry! There" she added, adjusting
the corset, "shlip under a few towels
to fill out tn waisth, sor! Look at him,
now!"
Mckee, selecting a massive pair of
pads, was deity fixing them in place
with safety pins.
Now ship tn driss over yer hid"
''Wait bit. must secure my figure
first" he answered, struggling into a
tight net shirt, and pulling it down
snugly so as to round his artificial
amplitude into natural curves Then
the dress slipped on, the hooks fastened
and the poke bonnet in place-the
masquerader strobe heavily into the
sitting room.
can I'm afther thinkin' it do be
time for bid, Masther Carroll" he said,
with deep but laborious courtesy.
'Greatr cried Meredith, glancing
from counterfeit to reality. "Mary's
very self! Willie, that would be tri-
umph for burlesque."
''Bedad, Mary shmells rat; and I'm
thinkin' it do be safe to thrust tn shpat
av her!-Mary,"- turned gravely to
her-'if I'm going to ball or funeral
1T makes no difference; but want you
to keep closely in the house until re-
turn your clothes. l know can trust
you, and am truly grateful for your
trouble and willing help"
He extended his hand, and Mrs
Clonan shook it warmly, but with dep
recating shake of her head When hel
own was withdrawn new gold piec,
glittered in it, at which she stared Gu
riously.
"Is it to kape this fur We am, sor?'
she asked, innocently.
"No; for yourself" Mckee answered
quickly changing the subject. BE sur,
and keep well out of sight till 1 come
''ButI do be thinlzin' ye're bit erin
,sor," the woman answered, quietly