San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-02-04

HAD tlOVSdI AS she 4ueSIlohCu hSi
own heart in. the quiet of that mid
night, Carolyn Clay could scarce re-
strain the impulse to cry out aloud her
wrath, her contempt for herself! For
over every mixed and warning element
within her breast-spite of reason, OF
seh-respect, of certainty-swept the
memory of that past, when she had not
Withdrawn her hand from his-when
her plighted pledge to trust him unto
death went softly to his ear on the
RHYTHM of Lanner's "Romantiker.
There's theme for a novelistF' Evan
cried, as he ended his story-'danger
and romance enough for three volumes
only lacking the love! We must have
the love, you know. Now, ii Il could
only imagine my rescuer to be my 'su-
perior officer Capt. Charlton -"
Silence, Evan!' the girl cried, sud-
denly rising and striding to the door.
81 believe you would jest over a
! gravel
lover his? Possibly, fair co.," he
| laughed. "But.I beg pardon, humbly,
| for selfishness preventing question
about your own, escape"
She turned full to him in the fire.
light, warning elements within making
her face hard and stern, as she
! answered, slowly, half absently:
You have no need. You know all
that''-checlzing herself, as avivid blush
rose to her face, and adding, quickly
| from Bessie Westchester."
| A puzzled, doubling expression came
to the boys frank face. Then silence;
which she broke:
But look! The moon is nearly
down. We must get to the creek. 1t is
doubly important now that we get
| across"
And doubly dangerous for you,
Caro-. Had known in time that you
were here, should have crossed
! above"
Nonsense! we have shared dangers
together before; and this is not great.
The river is clear Come"
| And. collecting their light, but most
precious, baggage, the pair moved swift
| ly through the night-now grown in
| tensely cold-to the rush-lined banks of
the creek, where old Pete waited with
| the boat.
The negro stared at Evan only an in
slant, then said, calmly:
Coin cross long O you, Missy"
Eyes; my cousin, Pete. just escaped
from prison"
"You's fort'nit. bossy, sholy!" the
black said, gravely. Does dem dress
yo' all alaike, up dar in dey's prison?'
And, as Evans laugh at his own absurd
costume rang out lightly, the negro
added: Times up, missy. You and
de circus bossy better git aboa'd."
He had filed the boat deep, amid.
ships, with clean hay; and, motioning
them to sit in it on either side, Pete
pulled his oil cloths well about them,
rolling the ends loosely, ready to his
hand.
Ice lined the banks of the creek, stiff
fleming the rushes into bayonets; and
the heavy oars cracked in the rowlocks
at first. But the midstream was clear.
and the slow-moving boat soon turned
into broad, black inlet that showed
them, straight ahead, the broad Poto.
mac, waveless and barely touched by
last rays of the sinking moon. Warily
and slow Pete Rugged the darker shore
nosing his light, fat-bottomed skif
against the bank, biding his time. Their
all listened intently; but the negro
dropping his great hand from his ear
spoke first:
"Da's de patrol boat, missy. Eff she
come up t'udder side rs gwine lay low
Eff she come dis Yves gwine out tel
meet 'er."
"why, that's folly, Pete! We can't b,
seen here" Evan began; but Miss Clay
broke in:
Hush, Evan! We're only passen
gers, and Pete is captain. I've crossed
with him only to learn that he know
best"
"Reck'n yo's bout right, Missy" tn
black replied, quietly. 'Da circu
bossy better do all de talk he got &c
Yves outen de creek. He boun' ter kee]
pow'ful shet den, sholy."
The moon went down behind the up
river heights with a sudden dip, an
blackness fell like a cloak over tn
bosom of the broad stream. The shor
line, just at hand, was barely discern
BILE; fifty feet ahead was as inky an
and shapeless as Acheron's pit. Blu
paddles were clearly heard now
propeller turning rapidly; and tn
sounds indicated close approach to tn
northern shore. Then Pete ordered
quietly:
Lay lowl Bofe yo' lay in de ha,
an, min! keep still. Efyo' moobes, d
: game dun loss, sholy."
Used to strange perils, both white
lay close in the hay. Then Pete struc
a match and touched the light woo