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

corrected? No; for this is not real sun
shine upon her. If she is ever photo
graphed, it shall be in her bright, not in
her dark day. Let her wait till fuller
maturity for description! 1t is easy to
see the Brothertoft in her. She blends
the tender grace of the lady in Vandyck's
picture with the quiet dignity of the
gentleman. But is there not kindling
in her face the vigOr Of another race, her
mothers? Perhaps portrait now would
belle her final look.
You are like an angel, Miss Lucy"
said Mrs. Dewitt.
She was. She stood there in bridal
robe, veil and wreath. Her hands were
clasped firm to control her insurgent
heart. Her lips We're parted and she
was whispering to herself, BE brave!
Be prudent" Her eyes overlooked the
present and saw hope in the blue sky
above the golden Highlands through
her window.
Yes; like an angel.
There was a hush for a moment. The
three bad wOmen-the pert hoyden, the
false wife and the proud mistress of the
manor-were silenced and abashed.
Again the old pang stirred in the
mothers bosom. Again she lOnged to
throw herself at her daughters feet and
pray forgiveness. But again she gained
that defeat of victory over her woman
illness. She trampled down the weak
ness of repentance. The bedlam look
fickered over her features, and she
hardly restrained her furious impulse to
leap forward and rend the innocent
face and the maiden bosom that so
shamed her.
You do look just like an angel, Miss
Lucy" Abby Dewitt asseverated, with
the air of a connaisseuse in the article.
Don't she, Sally
The two thereupon gave tongue to
vOluble batteries.
Your work does you great credit
Dewitt" Lucy said. Mamma, cannot
we spare Abby and Sally to go home to
the farm tonight: They deserve a holi-
day after this long confinement. And
tomorrow will be busy day again"
"Of course, my dear, if they wish it..
Mrs. BrothertOft was glad to put her
daughter under obligation.
The women again gave tongue with
thanks. They were always, as Voltaire
had said, ready to get away for frolic.
Lucy smiled to herself at the easy sue
cess of her stratagem. She had packed
off baggage and baggage, without sus-
picion.
what a cOnspirator am becOming!
she thought. ''Ah! silly Lucy, the
child, the thing to be flung away! She,
too, can help battle the evil schemes
against herself. When these coarse
women are gone there will be not soul
but friends within a mile of the house"
Dinner was tardy today after the late
breakfast following the revel.
Nine-Oxygen azote by the lungful had
given tone to Major Kerr's system. His
appetite for meat and drink were in full
force again, all the stouter for this
mornings respite.
"What a lucky dog l am" he said,
''to dodge that expedition of Vaughan's!
I'm the soldier tired of wars alarms
Miss Lucy"
You do not care about laurels any
more" Mrs. Brothertoft said, with her
half sheer.
Not when can get roses"
His look with this brought fire into
Lucy's cheeks.
'No," resumed he; 81 should be glad
enough to help burn the dashed rebels
houses over their heads, AID them, too.
In their beds. Here's confusion to 'em,
and luck to Jack Burgoyne! hate the
vulgar 'varmint. But l don't want to
leave a good dinner to see bonfres.
know where I'm well off, and going to
be better. Eth, Miss Lucy?'
Her heart began to throb and her
head to ache at once.
''Thls goose has got a bark on thick
as an oak tree" continued the valiant
trencherman, making an incision. GIVE
me another cut of beef-the red. with
plenty of fat and plenty of gravy, if you
please, my mamma that shall be. |
need support when the parson opens his
batteries tomorrow. Eli, Miss Lucy?
With this ring thee 1 wed, and with all
my worldly Hain't got any goods.
I'll endow you with all my worldly debts
and tell the Jews to shift the security.
Haw, hawr'
He laughed boisterously.
This coarse pecan stirred up echoes of
repulsion in Lucys heart.
How she longed to fling defiance at
him! Patience-she almost bit the word
in two with her teeth set hard upon it.
One rash expression would be ruin; but
great redhOt shot of scorn burned within
her. She discovered that there was
strong language in her vocabulary. 1t
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