San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-24

PICTURE IN THE FIRE.
you live, seeing only what you see, it is
hard indeed to understand us Amid
the privations, the suffering, the danger
around me, should be worse than base
to think of such light things. Once,
perhaps, l was very different"-the red
glow burned on her face once more, the
firm lips trembled an instant, ere she
went on gravely-"but, even then,
those rumors were idle"
Forgive me, dear, believe Obi
Caro-, / forgot; serious things drove it
out of my head; but tOho do you suppose
was here to-night?'
"How should | guess?" There was
more of WEAKNESS than of interest in
Miss Clays reply; but Unborn courtesy
forced the addition: Il am such a
stranger-an exile-now."
IAN old friend of yours; and a very
good one, too, they said. Frankly, do
not like him, though it may be DIR.
Fell ! think he should be in the army
our army! But otherwise he's just
splendid Guess"
at would be useless" Miss Clay an
swered, absently, glancing at the clock.
"Thank Heaven, it is two o'clock"
'No, you could never guess" Bessie
ran on, full of her romance sit was
Peyton-"
"Peyton Fitzhugh"
Carolyn Clay wheeled round upon the
sitting girl, towering over her with
eyes that blazed in equal anger and
amazement. Here? Tonight? In
this house?"
"Why not, dear? He is an old friend
of mammals, and very popular here
with both sets" * 500 49,. -
"Why not? Do they not know that
why, Bess, he was the" With blaz-
ing eyes, clinched hands, and laboring
bosom, Miss Clay stopped suddenly:
What it was she herself could not have
told; but again that inner something
stronger than her impulse and indigna-
ton, dominating her helpless will
whispered: "Peace: be still!' She stood
silent, rooted to the spot, staring at her
friend.
81 knew you would be surprised, the
other went on. ''And really, Caro-, you
do seem to recollect very well, consid-
ering your denial just now. If mere
name carries such talisman, do not
wonder so much at your unfeminine
curiosity as to that unselfish hero who
saved you at risk Of halter"
Over Carolyn Clay's face, now pale as
death once more, swept thoughts too
swift and complicated for translation
by the inexperience that watched it.
But, seeing them, the younger woman
ceased badinage, and, rising quickly,
passed loving arms about the tall form,
nesting her head upon it's tumult-tossed
bosom. ..
Forgive me, darling" she whispered,
softly. 81 was silly, thoughtless l,
too, know what it is to care for some
one. Were separated from Willie"
Abruptly, almost roughly, Miss Clay
ignored the caress and repudiated the
suggestion.
'You are wrong-utterly wrong,
childr' she cried. 81 do not care for
that-that man. On the contrary,
hate-despise him. He is not fit to let
your feet spurn him-far less to touch
your hand. Does not your mother know
suspect"
"What?' Bessie's eyes grew wide
with wonder, as the other paused sud-
denly. "Why, Carol never saw you
so excited-so worked up. 1t must, in
deed, be something terribleI Tell me,
pleased"
Miss Clay's face darkened, and her
breath came hard and quick. She
clinched her hands fercely; but still she
did not speak, only staring at the other.
Then, with great effort, she turned a
,AAAdlp suIAita fe4AA lit hy cleaning eyes.