San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-22


There, Sir Peter, is tough nut for
your Indignation to bite on!
Peter was an undeveloped true lover.
He had made no mistakes in love, he
had had no disappointments. His illu-
sions were not gone. He still believed
love was the one condition of marriage.
Marriage without 1T this innocent youth
deemed an outrage.
The latent love in his heart cried,
"Shame!' when he heard VOltaire'S
story. Indignant blood rushed to his
cheeks, to his eyes indignant fire and
curl indignant to his mustache. He
discharged drop of ire by Swimming a
fat stone at chattering chipmunk en-
throned on a pumpkin hard by. Then
he began to put in trenchant queries.
"You are sure, Mr.. Brothertoft, that
your daughter does not love Kerr
Sure. have her word for it."
docs he love her?'
"He wants her."
why"
"She is beauty and an heiress-tLose
are the patent charms"
"Ah! But does she know that Kerr
is fanfaron and a rake-selhsh, GER
tainly, probably base and very likely
cruel?"
"She knows only what her mother
tells her. Friends are taboo in that
house"
But does she divine nothing? Moth
ing to base a refusal on? Pardon me if
my tone seems to express a doubt of
this young lady, but
But you have seen so many capti
waited by rank and a red coat. My
friend, / have done her greater injustice
than any you can imagine. | believed
my own child spoiled by bad influences.
We could not understand each other.
An evil omened figure held black
curtain between us. | was too sick at
heart to see the truth. | had lost my
faith. thought that my daughter had
taken in poison with her mothers milk.
| fancied that she was willing pupil
when her mother taught her to hate and
despise me. | abandoned her. Miser-
able errOr-miserable! And punished
nOw-punished most cruelty! My spleen,
my haste, my Incorporate despair are
bitterly punished by my daughters
danger. How fatally misjudged her
in my sore wounded heart! | know her
better at last. Better now, when fear
it is too late to save her. | know her at
last through this faithful servant and
friend. He stood by her when forsook
| her God forgive me! God forgive
mel"
He poured out his confession with
passion growing as he spoke. Then he
turned and grasped Major Skerrett by
| the shoulder.
what is to be done?" he cried.
"Muchr' said Skerrett quietly, COM
handing his own eagerness, reused by
the others agony. Remember that
this wedding is not to be before day
after tomorrow. l have volunteered to
| present the intended bridegroom to Gen
eral Putnam here by that time. Do
| you suppose | intend to break my en-
gagement, whether it forbids his banns
or not?"
| IO cIoSuIIlSu ulOlS COulueuC6 Ildu u6
felt. The enterprise was growing COM
| plicated. While there was merely ques-
ton of taking or not taking prisoner,
! Skerrett could look at the matter cool
ly.
''Prying into maiden's heart is new
business to me-" he resumed to the faith
or, who stood watching him anxiously.
Il cannot quite comprehend this mat
ter. She does not love this man. Her
dislike has brought about a reconcilia-
ton between you. Where is her No? !
have heard that women carry such a
weapon-brandish it, too, and strike on
much less provocation than she has"
"She is not a free agent" replied
Brothertoft. Her mother dominates
her. She forced her to disown me. She
will force her to this marriage. Lucy
has been quelled all her life. hope and
believe that if she were released, or ever
supported for one moment in rebellion
her character might find it had vigor
But she is still willow in her mother
hands. If the mother. for whatever rea