San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-04-12

In q moment he heard q SlUect UOiCe call
his name.
He feared the meeting he had yearned
for. 1t was to assure him whether this
was really love he felt, or but another
passing fancy like the others past.
And if it were the great, deep love he
hoped-if, when he saw her face and
touched her hand and heard her voice
again, his soul recognized hers as the
one companion soul-this filled him with
another dread.
For if to know himself lover and
half foresee that, after long and thorough
proof Of wOrthiness, he might be be-
loved, were the earliest thrill of an i'm
mortal Joy, so this meeting, if it named
him lover and yet convinced him by
sure tokens that his love would never be
returned, was the first keen pang of
sorrow Unreasonable.
No wonder that he waited and traced
the circuits Of the falling leaves, and
simulated to his mind hundred motives
for delay.
1t was so still in the warm, sunshiny
afternoon that he could hear the crum-
bling cinders fall in the ruins, and all
about him the ceaseless rustic of the
showering foliage.
But presently noise more articulate
sounded on the dry carpet of the path
behind him. A light footstep was COM
ing slowly toward this desolated spot. 1t
seemed to Skerrett that he OWNED
whose step would bring her hither to
read again the lesson of the ruins.
He walked forward a little that his
sudden appearance against the oak might
not startle the newcomer. He would
not turn. 1t was new to the brave and
ardent fellow to perceive timidity in his
heart and to evade an encounter with
any danger.
The footstep Quickened-a woman's
surely. In moment he heard sweet
voice call his name.
A shy and timorous call, a gentle,
trembling tone, it came through the
sunshine and made all the air music.
Her voice! 1t was the voice he had
longed and dreaded to hear. But now
he feared no more. He believed that
his immortal joy was begun, and these
tremOrs of his soul, in answer to the
trembles of her call, could never be the
earliest warnings of an agony.
He saw her face again, fairer than he
had dreamed, in the happy sunlight.
He felt again the thankful pressure of
her hand. He listened to her earnest
words of gratitude.
They spoke little-he gravely, she
tearfully-Of the tragedy of her moth
er's life. This shadow deepened the
tenderness of the lover. And she, per-
ceiving this, drew closer to him, giving
tokens, faint but sure, as he fancied, of
the slow ,ipening happiness to grow
henceforth.
Then she guided him to see his friend,
her. father.
The level sunbeams of evening went
before them in the path. They disap-
peared amid the wood. Golden sun
shine flowed after them. The trees
shOwered all the air full of golden
leaves of good omen.
1t seems the fair beginning of faith
full love.
Will it end in doubt, sorrow, shame
and forgiveness; or in trust, joy, con-
stancy and peace?
| THE END.
| Tine Enough Yet.
Mrs Bingo-Do you know that your
dress suit hasn't come from the tailors,
and lie promised it faithfully. (WIldly.,
How can you go to the dance with me
| without it?
Bingo-Give him time, my dear: You
haven't begun to put your gloves on yet
! -ClOtbier and FulnishCr.
\ Queer Looking Coffin.
Hezeki&A Shepherd, an aged and &C.
centric citizen OF Davis county. Ia. was
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