San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-23

Il saw Miss Lucy mopin and mopin
worse and worse" says Voltaire, but |
couldn't do nothin. and there | sot in the
pantry like dumb hoppertoad, watch
in a child walkin up to a rattlesnake.
Voltaire's faith without works was al
most dead.
Young Bilsby must have sneaked up
to Brothertoft manor with the news of
Clintons expedition to the relief Of Bur-
goyne just at the time that Mr. Brother
lofts announcement of his presence at
Fishkill reached Voltaire.
Il did not dare tell Miss Lucy her
father was so near" says the major do
mo, until all at once, on the fourth of
this month, we saw King Georges ships
lying off Kings Ferry, and by and by
up the hill comes Major Kerr to the
manor house. red as beet"
Upon this arrival Lucy first fully COM
pretended what misery the maternal fiat
was to bring upon her. Voltaire found
her weeping and utterly desolate. At
once his faith worked out words. The
dumb hoppertoad found voice to croak,
Ware rattlesnake!
You are going to be married, Miss
Lucy" he asked
She wanted sympathy sadly, poo"
child AS soon as he spoke she made
tableau and a scene-both tragic. She
laid her head on the old fellows Shout
der-tableau. She burst into tears
scene.
Woolly wig and black phiz bent over
fair hair and pale face. Delicate lips
of fine old Lincolnshire stock MUIR
INJURED a plant. Thick lips Of coarse
| old African stock muttered VOW of de-
votion. A little, high bred hand, veined
with sangre azul, yielded itself to the
leathery pressure of brown paw. All,
poor child! She had need of friend.
and was not critical as to color.
ITO be married." Lucy responded
| when sobs would let her speak. Yes,
Voltaire, in three or four days"
Times short as Sappho's best pie
crust"
Mother says" continued the young
lady. that | must have a protector
The major is here now and may be Or
dered up or down any day. Mother says
| it is providential, and we must take ad-
vantage Of the opportunity and be mar
| ried at once"
She looked very little like bride
with her sad, shrinking face.
Don't you love Major Kerr asked
Voltaire. "Lub'' he always must pro-
nounce this liquid verb.
| .GDo I Iowa him, Vol+oira2 I homo 70
when we are married. Mother says |
will. She says the ceremony and the
ring will make another person Of me.
| She says she has chosen me an excel
lent match and must be satisfied. Oh,
| Voltaire! it seems sin to say it, but
my mother is cold and harsh with me.
Perhaps | do not understand her. If
only had some other friend!'
You have" Voltaire announced.
YOU know" she said kindly.
"Closer-miles closer'n mel"
"WhO? Do you mean any one of our
loyalist neighbours"
Lucy ran her thought over her short
list of friends. All the valued names
had been expunged by her mothers
strict censorship or pushed back among
mere acquaintance.
Have you forgotten your father" the
butler asked.
Forgotten! go every day, when no
one is by, and lift up the corner of the
curtain over the Vandyck. Our ances-
tor is my father himself. look at him
and pray God to forgive him for being
so wicked and breaking my mothers
heart"
"Poh!"
Lucy drew back in establishment, as
if a PaiXhan blowgun had exploded at
her side.
"Poh!" again burst out Voltaire's
double cOrked Indignation. "If there
was a wicked one in that pair it wasn't
him. If there's heart broke it's his"
Lucy for a moment did not think of
this as an assault upon her mother.
What, Voltairev' she cried. He is
not dead! Not a bad man! Not a
rebelw.
Rebel" says the French radicals
namesake. why shouldn't he be &
rebel for freedom? Bad! he amt bad
enough to marry off his daughter only
to git shet of her. Dead! No, Mis-
, Lucy; he's up to Fishkill, and sends yor
his hub by me, if you want it."
Love-even disguised as "lub'-it wa
such fair angel of light that Luc!
r looked up and greeted it with a smile
4 But this was not day for smiles
: Storms were come after long gra,
D weather. Only tears now-bitter tears
f They must flow, sweet sister! 1t is tn
r old, old story.
docs he really love me? Is this true