San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-29


truculently. she listened, much to the
amusement of limerick and Rawdon.
Lucky, perhaps. for the daughter that
mamma, at the head of the table, did
not detect this byplay! She might have
scented revolt and FASTENED the mar
riage. An hour would have brought
the Tartar chaplain; five minutes would
have clothed him in his limp surplice.
and in five more Lucy, still quelled by
the old tyranny. would have stammered
Glove, honor and obey"-and die"
She was not always very attentive to
her butterfly companion.
Sometimes she bent forward and
looked at her mother, sitting in all her
glory between army and navy, and the
daughters cheeks burned with shame.
She longed to fly away from all this
splendor, somewhither where she could
dwell innocently and weep away the in
finite sorrow in her gentle heart. If
she had not been too bewildered by her
throng of battling hopes and fears with
in, by the clatter of the feast and Jack
Andres mischianza of gossip and COM
pliment, her notions of right and wrong,
of crime and punishment, would have
become sadly confused.
Questions did indeed drift across her
mind.
Il do not succeed in entertaining you
fair lady" says Andre. Your thoughts
are all for that happy fellow beside
YOU and he looked with little sneer
toward Kerr, who was applying to
Bottle for the boon of wit.
A feeling of utter despair came over
poor Lucy, as she turned involuntarily
and also glanced at the animal. Then
she drew away Indignantly from the
man who had put this little stab into
her heart.
Are there no gentlemen in the world?"
she thought. DO men dare to speak so
and look so at other young ladies'"
'LoOg ad de breddy meess," SAYS
limerick, holding wine glass before
his bushy abatis as a cover. "Zhe is
nod habbie wild Chack nor wild Gurr!"
"a dozen fellows" Rawdon rejoined,
behind his glass, ''Of better blood than
Jack and better hearts than Kerr would
have cut in there long ago. The daugh
ter is as sweet and pure as a lily. But
who dares marry such mother-in-law?"
and he shrugged his shoulders express
sively toward the hostess.
The hostess now rose and beckoned
her daughter.
Il leave yOu, gentlemen, to your
toasts, she said. Major Kerr will be
my representative.
She moved to the door. Army and
navy, Albion and Hesse, all sprang to
open for her. A murmur of admiration
for her beauty and bearing applauded
the exit. Lady Brothertoft seemed to
be at her climax.
Kerr of course did not let the toasts
lag.
The king, gentlemen"
Cheers! Drank cyathis plenis.
Sir Henry Clinton rises, cleaning star,
red nose and all and proposes, Our host
ess" Bumpers and uproar!
Then they load and fire, fast and furi-
GUS. Bottle can hardly gallop fast
enough to supply ammunition.
The army" "HOOray, hooray!
Speech from Lord Rawdon"
The navy" Three cheers for Com.
modore Hothamw
The captured forts" Drank in 81
lence to the memory of Colonel Camp
bell and Count Grabowski, killed there.
Luck to Jack Burgoyne" "Pouting
Jack" Andre suggests. May he be a
spiler to Schuyler, and fling Gates over
the hedge into the ditch!' Laughter and
cheers, and immense rafting of glasses
on the table.
Here's to General Vaughan and his
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trip up the river tomorrow! May he add
a moral to the Esopus fablesr'
The Brandywine! and here's hoping
Mr.. Washington may have another
taste of the same cupr'
Are modern toasts and dinner table
wit of this same character?