San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-11-24

| SJunDeu my SenSeS 4 gu reunemDer OD-
serving the Moors about their business
--dispatching one to Elche for train
of mules, charging a second boat with
merchandise while the first returned, ETC.
II can feel for you, ;" says Mrs. God
win at length, addressing Dawson, "for
also have lost an only child"
Your daughter Judith, madam"
says ].
''She died two years ago. Yours still
lives" says she, again turning to Daw-
son, who sat with a haggard face, rock
| ing himself like one nursing a great
pain. And while there is life there's
hope, as one says. -
why, to be sure" says Jack, rous-
ing himself. "This is no more, Kit,
than we bargained for. Tell me, mad
am, you who know that country, do
you think carpenter would be held in
esteem there? I'm yet a strong man, as
you see, with some good serviceable
years of life before me. Dye think
they'd take me in exchange for my
Moll, who is but bit Of girl?'
"She is beautiful, and beauty counts
for more than strength and talent there.
poor man." says she.
"I'll make 'em the offer," says he,
"and though they do not agree to give
her freedom they may yet suffer me to
see her time and again if work we'll
"'Tis strange" says she. Your
child has told me all your history. Had
I learned it from other lips l might
have set you down for rogues, destitute
of heart or conscience; yet, with this
evidence before me, must needs regard
you and your dear daughter as more no.
BILE than many whose deeds are writ in
gold. IT'S a lesson to teach me faith in
the goodness of God, who redeems his
creatures follies with one touch of love.
Be of good cheer, my friend" adds she,
laying her thin hand Oh his arm.
"There is hope. Iwould not have ac-
cepted this ransom-no, not for your
daughters tears and entreaties-with-
out good assurance that /, in my turn,
might deliver her."
1 asked the old gentlewoman how
this might be accomplished.
my niece" says she, dwelling on
the word with a smile, as if happy in
the alliance, "my niece, coming to Bar
barry of her free will, is not slave like
those captured in warfasc and carried
there by force. She remains there as a
hostage for me and will be free to re-
turn when 1 send the price of my ran
SOM"
rs that great sunni"
Three thousand gold ducats-about
81 900 English"
why, madam" says Dawson, eve
have nothing, being now reduced to our
last pieces And if you have the good
ness to raise this money heaven only
knows how long it may be ere you sue
coed. IT'S a fortnight's journey at the
least to England, and then you have to
deal with your steward, who will seek
only to put obstacles in your way, so
that six weeks may pass ere Moll is re-
deemed, and what may befall her in
the meantime?
"She is safe. Ali Oukadi is a good
man. She has naught to fear while she
is under his protection. Do not mis-
judge the Moors. They have many esti-
mable qualities. "
"Yet, madam" says /, "by you say
ing there is hope gather there must be
also danger"
There is" answers she, at which
Jack mods with conviction. "a beauti-
full young woman is never free from
danger" Jack assents again. "There
are good and bad men among the Moors
as among other people.
faye, to be sure, says Dawson.
81 say she is safe under the protec-
ton of Ali Oukadi, but when the ran
som is paid and she leaves Thadviir she
may stand in peril"
why, that's natural enough" cries
Dawson, ''be she among Moors or no
Moors; it's then she will most need a
friend to serve her, and one that knows
the ms and outs Of the place and how
to deal with these Turks must surely be
better than any half dozen fresh landed
and raw to their business :" Then he
fell questioning Mrs. Goodwin as to how
Mol was lodged, the distance of Thad-
viir from Algiers, the way to get there
and divers other particulars, which, to-
gether with his eager, cheerful vivacity,
showed clearly enough that he was more
firmly resolved than ever to go into Bar
barry and be near Moll without delay.
And presently leaving me with Mrs.
Goodwin he goes down to the captain of
the galley, who is directing the landing
of goods from the playboat, and with
such small store of words as he pos
sessed, aided by plentiful gesture, he
enters into a very lively debate with
him, the upshot of which was that the
captain tells him he shall start the next
morning at daybreak, if there be but a
puff of air, and agrees to carry him to
Algiers for couple of pieces upon
which they clap hands,, as Dawson, in
high glee, informs us ON his return.
and now, Kit" says he, 81 must
go back to Elche to borrow those same
two pieces of Don Sanchez, SO Ipray You,
madam, excuse me- "