San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-11-08
WINSOME'S LOVE STORY
By MARY KYLE DALLAS.
Copyright, 1893, by American Press Associa-
toni
CHAPTER l.

CHAPTER /.
The boat from Long Dock had just
reached New York, and the passengers
were pouring into the waiting room. A
very young man, who stood watching
them, suddenly flashed smile to one
among the number and stepped forward,
and a girl extricated herself from the
crowd and came toward him.
II didn't see you at first, jack" she
said. Il thought you had not come for
me-"
Not Gomez cried the boy. "Oh, was
sure to come, Winsome. Nothing could
have kept me-nothing. How pretty you
look!' regarding her with approval, "but
you've brought more of the country
with you than you know" He stopped
and picked from the founCe of her pretty
lowered frock dozen little burrs that
had arranged themselves like some sort
of odd embossed work
"Oh," she cried, pouting, ''how they
always will cling to me! | think they
watch for me in the long lane where
they grow so thick just because l hate
them so. Cousin Penelope says she never
allows a single burr to cling to her, and
really that is so, but then she doesn't
tear her dresses or break her fans. See
what I've done to mine-oh, I'm dread
fulr She laughed gayly as they tripped
down the steps together, and he rolled
the burrs into prickly little ball and
tossed it into the air. By accident it fell
upon the hat of very important look
ing gentlemen, who walked on uncon-
scious of its presence, wearing it like a
cockade.
What a shamer' Winsome cried, and
Jack tried to look penitent, and then
they both laughed because they really
could not help it. 1t was the time for
laughter with them; the time for tri-
fling Jest and foolish fun; the time for
love and happiness. She was just II. and
he was 81
AS they walked up the long, narrow
street that leads from the wharf to
Broadway he carried her white pongee
parasol for her at the usual masculine
angle. The soft shadow of the pink lin
ing fell upon both young faces and gave
them the smoothness of dresden china.
Her eyes were big and blue, and his
were big and black. He had the soft,
full red lips of healthy youth and a lit
tie line of down upon the upper one.
Her mouth was a delicate little pink
bow, and the upper lip was continually
curling up to show the two pearly front
teeth. A mass of black curls clustered
about his head. Her hair was soft and
light and lay on her temples in tiny
wavelets.
People looked at them as they passed.
Some turned to look again. They were
so full of life. so handsome-above all
they were as refreshing as a bunch of
newly opened roses III a siCkroom. But
Jack and WinSome were unaware of the
interest taken in them. Each was think
ing of the other, and the rest of the
world was as nothing to them.
Even the weather seems to favor us,
says Jack Il have been dreading rain.
| knew Miss Penelope would never let
you come in the rain, and to go away for
such long, long time without seeing you
again was more than | could bear.
wish my dear, good uncle had not COM
manded me to take the European trip
before | came into my fortune, but ne
did, and that is the end of it. Now, what
do care for Europe until can have you
with me, Winsome?"
The girl bushes prettily. Then heE
lip quivers.
"Oh, Jack. you will be away year,
she says-"a whole, long year. What
shall do without your"
What shall do without you" the
boy cries How do | know but that
some other fellow will cut me out? You
are so pretty. All the graduating class
was wild about you. The other boys
will be there, and shall not. Winsome,
won't you do something for me-some-
thing beautiful and sweet and good:
Won't you marry me before | gO"