San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-11

Are you:
Sadly, except when am with you.
Another exchange of loOks-she lit
tie softened, and oppressed with the
remembrance of the sudden, voicelesS,
unconscious death Of her father-he soft
ened, too, measuring her loss by his,
tenderer for her than before, but not
quite SO timid.
Both very lonely" he continued,
with smile. Two negatives make an
affirmative. Do you love meT'
Il am afraid am already committed
on that subject"
why should we not put our two
solitudes together and make society,""
why not?"
"Mr. Skaats would be a poor guide to
Brothertoft manor"
Mr.. Skaats!" she said impatiently, as
if she were dismissing feline intruder.
eve were not talking of him
mo. was merely thinking | could
recommend You better cicerone."
Whom can you possibly mean:"
Myself"
Abr
"Brothertoft manor would be lovely
place to spend honeymoon in"
Il long to see it, after your descrip-
ton"
June there is perfection"
June! and this is May
will you go there with me in June,
my dearest lOve?'
Yes, Edwin"
1t was agreed among all the gossips of
the prOvince-and the gOssips were right
that this was not a mercenary match.
Youth and beauty on both sides, what
could be more natural than love and
marriage? And then the gossips went
on to weigh the BrOthertOft name
against the Billop fortune, and to pro-
nounce-fOr New York in those days
loved blood more than wampum-that
the pounds hardly balanced the pedi-
gree. Both parties were in deep mourn
ing. OF course there could be no great
wedding. But all the female quality of
the province crowded to Trinity church
TO see the ceremony. The little boys
cheered Justify when the BillOp coach,
one of the three or four in town, brought
its brOadside to bear against the church
porch, and opening its door, inscribed
with the Billop motto, Per omnia ad
Opes," discharged the blushing bride
groom and his bride.
The beadle-for beadles have strutted
on our soil-quelled the boys and
ushered the happy pair TO the chancel
rail. 1t is pleasant to know that the
furniture Of the altar. reading desk and
pulpit which met their eyes was Grim
son damask of the richest and cOstliest
kind" and cost in England forty-two
pounds eleven shillings and three pence.
Venerable Rector Barclay read the
service with a slight Mohawk accent.
He had been for some years missionary
among that respectable tribe-nOt, be it
observed, the unworthy Offshoot known
as MOhOCks and cOlonized in London
and had generally persuaded his dis
ciples to cut themselves down from po-
lygamy to bigamy. Reverend Samuel
AuChmuty assisted the rector with &C.
casiOnal intersections of Amen"
The great officials of the province
could not quit business at this hour; but
the PATRONS, who happened to be in
town, mustered strong in honor of their
order. OF pretty girls there came galore.
Pages would fail to name them and
their charms. There was the espiegle
Miss Jay, Of that fine old Huguenot
Protestant stock which still protests
pertinaciously against iniquity in church
and state. There was the sensible Miss
----H-s
Schuyler, the buxom Miss Beekman,
high bred Miss Van Rensselaer,: Miss
Winthrop, faultless in toilet and tenn
per; Miss Morris, wearing the imperious
nose of her family; popular Miss Stuy-
vesant; that Amazonian filly. Miss Liv-
ingstOn; handsome Mary Phillipse, with
her determined chin: Julia Peartree
Smith, nez en- lair as usual, and a score
of others, equally fair, and equally
worthy of place in a fashionable
chronicle.
The Billop coach rumbled away on it
little journey down Wall street. Parso1
Barclay bagged his neat fee and gloweC
with good wishes. The world buzzeC
admiration. The little boys huzzaed
The bell ringer tugged heartily at tn
hell rope. And at every tug of his. dow