San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-25


my secrets The pantry and | must
keep dark.
Il cannot help grain of conjunction
in this matter" Skerrett said. "A gen
tleman does not like to interfere i'll an
other mans courtship."
"Do you call this plot of coarse man
with an unmotherly woman by the fair
name of ccurtship:" Brothertoft said.
mo. And fortunately the lady has
no illusions. / should not like to be the
one to tell Beauty she had loved Beast.
But this Beauty, it seems. has kept her
heart too pure to have lost her fine
maidenly instinct of aversion to black
guard. Well. no more metaphysics!
Scruples be hanged! Kerr don't deserve
to be treated like a gentleman. Eng
land should have kept such fellows at
home, if she wanted us to believe good
manners were possible under mon
archy. Now, then, Mr.. BrothertOft, sup
pose do not get myself hanged as one
espy,' and take my prisoner, does his
capture protect your daughter enough:'
Il could wish, if it were possible, to
have her with me hencefOrth."
1--WE must make it possible, though it
complexities matters. | could rush in,
snatch Kerr and be off. The blow
would be struck, the enemy annoyed,
our people amused; but in fortnight
Clinton would offer some Yankee major
and brace of captains to boot for his
adjutant, the honorable, etc. Then he
would go down and play Beast to Beauty
again"
"Save my daughter, once for all; if it
can be done"
I'll try. Now, Voltaire, listen"
Which he opened his mouth to do.
what people besides the two ladies
and Major Kerr will be at your house
tomorrow evening - the servants
mean"
"Oh we live small at the manor now
ridiculous small. It's war times now.
Rents isn't paid. When we want
proper lot of servants we takes clodhop-
pers."
Lucky for my plans you do live
small" Skerrett said. Never mind
your family pride. Name the house
hold"
me and Sappho and Plato, all pat
riots; Jierck Dewitt's wife and her sis
ter, Sally Bilsby, both Tories-that is,
gals that likes redcoats more than is
good for EN-"
could you manage to have the girls
out of the way tomorrow evening"
Easy enough. They'll be glad to
get away for frolic."
"Any horses in your stable, Voltaire?"
"Six-all out of that Harriet Heriot
mare stock. You remember, Master
Edwin"
Edwin Brothertoft did sadly remeu-
Der the late old Sam GalswOrthy's gen.
erous offer. He'femembered sadly that
ride, SO many years ago, and how the
sweet south winds, laden with the rustic
of tropic palms, met him with fair
Omen-ah! long ago, when faith was
blind and hope was young.
'Six white horses" Voltaire contin-
ued; 1.-THE four carriage horses, madam's
horse and Miss Lucy's mare-you ought
to see Miss Lucy on her"
Perhaps l shall. Tell Plato to give
the mare another Oat tomorrow! Her
mistress may want a canter in the even
ing-eh, VOltaireE"
Grin in response.
Tell Miss Brothertoft, with her ia
theirs best love, " Skerret resumed, "that
he will be on the lawn by the dining
room window tomorrow evening at nine
O'Clock, waiting for her to ride with him
to Fishkill. Tell her to be brave, pru-
dent, and keep out of sight with head
ache until she is called to start. And
you, NOltaire, as you love her, be eau
tiOus, be secret and be wide awaker'
At "be cautious" the old fellow wink
ed deliberately. At "be secret he
locked all four eyelids tight. At "be
wide awake"-snap! eyelids flung open,
and white of eye enough appeared to
dazzle sharpshooter.
"NOw, listen, Voltairer'
Mouth agape again, as if he had a
tympanum at each tOnsil.
Look at me carefully" continues
Peter.
Pan shut and eyes la saucer.
"DO you think you would know me
disguised in a red cOat?'
Pan opened to explode, Certain sure,
sir!"
And without my mustache?" the ma.
jor asked.
He gave that feature a tender twirl
His fingers wrapped the fair tendrils
lovingly around them.
"Must it gO:" he sighed. 80 chival
ry! o liberty! o my country! what
sacrifices you demand"
Voltaire was sure that he would know
the hero even with an emasculated lip.
MMall about eight tom nrrn,-. a-.a..:..s q.