San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-04-01
leaves. Picture fourth.

luIO IllelE SOChtlS lllSCI lSi a. Hctil
of orbs. saucer in color, not i'll shape,
and gave them holy, angelic express
sion. She inspected the growing por-
trait with her own sweet eyes-they
were hazel, IAN excellent thing in a
woman began to think the illu-
mined face very charming.
Lots of tan on his bark" resumed
the painter in words.
Lucy dipped her pencil in lumber and
gave the bark of cheeks, chin and nose
a nut brown tint that bravely backed
the gold of the mustache.
"Yaller hair under his cooked hat"
yellow, if you please, Voltaire," she
protested, and with skillful thought she
adjusted the couture.
mo cue"
An imaginary cue, tied with tum-
bled black ribbon, had been bObbing in
the air near the herO's cerebellum. Lucy
locked it. and with scOrnful gesture
sent it whirling off into the unseen.
Now" says Voltaire, you jess stick
in troOt (truth), wercher (virtue), ker-
ridge Courage ard all the other good
things into that are face; you jess clap
on a smile that'll make a dough heart in
a bosom turn into light gingerbread.
and give him a look that can make stub
bed toes want to wheel about and turn
about and dance a breakdown, and is
stickin plaster to every scratch on an
old free colored gentlemau's shins; you
jess think you see major what liberty
and all the holy angels is pullin caps
for and all the debbls is shakin huff
away from where he stands; you jess git
all that in your eye, Miss Lucy, and
you've got Major Skerrett."
And can this gentleman help:" she
asked earnestly as soon as she had his
person before her eyes.
Help says Voltaire; he can't help
helping. That's his business under this
canopy"
The negro stated briefly the scheme
for Kerr's capture and her abduction.
Lucy compreheuded the whole in a
moment.
major Skerrett sent YOU message,
Miss Lucy" says the successful envoy,
closing his report.
Me-" she said. She massacred a
little scruple that Major Kerr's be-
trothed ought not to be receiving MESA
ges from strange majors. What is it?
He is very kind to think of me-"
HE said, Tell Miss Brothertoft to be
brave, to be prudent and to keep her
room with a headache until we are ready
to start
at makes me brave and prudent, now
that have a strong friend to trust. But
the headache had is all gone. never
felt SO well and happy in my life"
Look at him." Voltaire rejoined,
pointing to Kerr through the pantry
window. That will make you ache
from your head to your heels"
She did look, and ached at once with
fresh resentment and disgust.
Kerr was leaning limp against tree,
breathing tipsily his nine oxygen azote
The golden hills, the blue river and the
mountains, blue and gold. had no charms
for him. He was thinking, almost
time to make it seven bells. | can't
bOuCi any Cllll4S oIlOllSCl IIldl SlA WdleE
grOg this morning. Oh, my head"
pretty fellow fur a lubber tC my
young lady" says Voltaire. His mis-
pronunciation revealed a truth.
This faithful blackamOor now pro-
Ceeded to act Othello relating his ad-
ventures. he had a tragicomic episode
to impart of his "hairbreadth 'scapes, y"
''of being taken by the insolent foe," Of
all "his 'pOrtance in his travels history"
and what he suffered, shin and sole, n
the trough quarries, rocks and hills"
back of AnthOny's Nose, while he lodged
by night along the bypaths.
Lucy gave him for his pains world
of sighs," and loved him for the dam
gers he had passed" in her service.
Now" said the loyal squire, i'll con-
clusiOn, Il must set you something to
do, Miss Lucy"
What" she asked, trembling little
at responsibility.
"Send Dewitt and Sally Bilsby off
home. They'll want frolic after work
ing SO hard on your wedding dress. We
must have the house to ourselves to-
night"
Tonight! Lucy's heart bounded and
sunk. Yes, she must be free tonight, or
tomorrow would make her a slave.
Miss Lucy" whispered Voltaire, "twO
of 'em was here already before sunrise. 81
"NOt the She hesitated.
mot the major! No; old Sam Gals.
worthy and Hendrecus Canady. You
know 'em. They come to see how the
land lay"
"Mother calls; must CO." said Lucy
in a tremOr.
She gave one look through the win.
dow at Kerr, leaning limp against a
rt,.as.