San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-31

black replied. Las night, wen mel
my 'specshun. der warn't one O. dey In
de ribber. But ! does 'sptse dose trans
puts sholyt"
They are usually full Of green re-
c~ruits," Miss Clay said, quietly. "who
shoot as they hail."
"An' denis Gurus, too Denis fon' o
lowerin' boats an''spectin' fish'mun wot
de patrul boats lows ter pass"
God forbidr' the girl exclaimed
SHOULD an inspection come tonight we
are LOST"
"But none will comet" Mckee cried.
gayly, quoting:
The stars have said II, aud the voice
OF my own prophet and oracular soul
Confirms the shining sibylsr"
"You are as safe now as though al
ready in Stuart's camp. But come; the
day will be a long one, anyway, and q
tramp in this air will help, after your
Imprisonment"
They walked briskly through the clear
sunshine that frightened all nature,
but rave little warmth, plurging into
an error of crossed paths that seemed as
familiar as Charles street to her escort.
Spite of his awkward attire, that
caught in underbrush and vine, and of
his painted face, made more absurd by
garish light, Mckee proved himself cap
ital company. He talked poetry and
people, sang a little, and good-natured-
" chaffed mutual friends Then, quiet
ing down, he heard for the first time
minute details of Miss Clay's race for
freedom, of her capture, and of her sim
gular rescue from the hut
by Jove! hat fellow is hero, what
ever color his coat" he cried, as she
closed her guarded recital.
"He certainly risked his life" the girl
paused an instant-"a dastard's death,
for me!' And, though her head was
averted, Mckee saw warm color glow
on what of her neck showed above her
wrap.
'Youare q wonderful woman in many
ways, Miss Clay" he said, seriously
most so in lacking curiosity. Any
other would have paused to ask his
name, even through the loop Of a hal
ter"
There was small need" The answer
came absently, in a far-away, dreamy
voice. But she quickly added: 1--WE
shall neDer meet again"
II should have asked, anyway" he
persisted, boyish enthusiasm overriding
his wonted tact. You should have had
his name, even if you kept it until you
met at the Judgment seat!"
SHOULD we meet there, he will know
my hayward spirit, so little understood
by myself. He will know then that |
am not ungrateful-that ! am just"
She spoke as though to herself.
81 should like t. shake hands with
him-just oncer' Mckee cried, warmly.
SIN gray oat or blue, he is true knight,
without fear and without ~reproach."
She turned her face full toward him,
pale, solemn, but very calm. And
something in her eyes told Mckee that
theme had best be left for simpler ones.
There's another loyal and true" he
went on, covering one error by another.
"You are blessed in your nameless
friends, Miss Clayl Though / might
have had you across a week since, there
certainly IS best intent and great risk
in that fellow whose soul you pray for"
81 do, God knows!" she answered,
slowly, but with deep feeling. "If l be
unworthy-if l judge not fearing judg-
ment-my nearer will weigh my in
tent"
well he is one of us, anyway" the
youth ratified N. why cannot / do
something like him"
|. you arc doing-far more; doing your
whole duty" she broke in, restlessly. q,
Not like him." he persisted. HE is
a good. true reb, 'sholy,' as Pete says.
Some day ] shall feel honored when I
take his hand and tell him how he
served you"
The woman turned short on him.
What the expression on her face said,
he could not translate; but it cut his
speech off in mid-rush on his lips. Her
own quivered, as about to speak, but
she only dropped her hand listlessly at
her side and moved on again, silent
After a little she turned and said, with
evident effort:
How much warmer it seems!"
Warmer! why, it's colder than the
North poleT" Mckee exclaimed; but he
seized the changed subject eagerly, for
his tact told him there was something
to avoid in the other, whether romance
or not So he added:
There is a creek just ahead Let us
try 1t for ice"
A thin skim rested on the surface of
the little run, but it quickly gave way,
even at the banks, under the pressure
of Mrs. Clonan's Sunday ties.
THAT will not do much harm" he
said, confidently. "These flats freeze a
dav. at least. before the river. But Won