San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-11-17
CHAPTER XXXIIL

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Dawson, shortsighted as he was in hi:
selfshness, began to perceive that thing:
were not coming all right, as he had ex
pected Once or twice when ] went into
his shop 1 caught him sitting idle be-
fore his lathe, with a most woebegone
look in his face.
"What's amiss, Jack?" asks one day
when found him thus.
He looked to see that the door was
shut, and then says he gloomily:
"She doesn't sing as she used to, Kit
she doesn't laugh hearty"
watched We, and do perceisi6 You eat
less and less. Tell us what ails you. /"
"Well, dear, says she, 81 do believe
tits idleness is the root of my disorder. I"
After this we sat silent awhile, look
ing into the embers; then Jack, first to
give expression to his thoughts, says:
II think you were never so happy in
your life, Moll, as that time we We're in
Spain, nor can recollect ever feeling
so free from care myself-after we got
ont of the hands of that gentleman rob-
Der. There's sort of infectious bright
ness in the sun, and the winds, blow
which way they may, do chase away
dull thoughts and dispose one to jollity.
Eth, sweetheart? Why, we met never a
tattered vagabond on the road but he
was hallooing of ditties, and kinder,
more hospitable set of people never
lived. With couple of rails in your
pocket you feel as rich and independent
as with e100 in your hand elsewhere. 4"
At this point Mol, who had hitherto
listened in apathy to these eulogies, sud-
denly pushing back her chair, looks at
us with a strange look in her eyes, and
says under her breath, "Elchep'
"Barcelony for my money!" responds
Dawson, whose memories of Elche were
not so cheerful as of those parts where
we had led a more vagabond life.
'Elchep repeats Moll, twining her
fingers, and with a smile cleaning in
her eyes.
"Does it please you, chuck, to talk of
these matters?"
"You know not the joy it gives me-"
" Twas near about this time of the
year that we started on our travels"
said L
faye, recollect twas mighty cold
when we set sail, and the fruit trees
were all bursting into bloom when we
came into France. would we were
there now; eh, Moll?"
"What, dear?" asks she, rousing her
self at this direct question.
81 say, what would you give to be
back there now, child?"
"Oh, will you take me there if I
would go?"
"With all my heart, dear Mon Is
there anything in the world I'd not do
to make you happy"
She took his hand upon her knee, and
caressing it says:
Let us go soon, father"
"Whatl Will you be dancing of fan
dangoes again?" asks he, and she mods
for reply, though 1 believe her thoughts
had wandered again to some other mat
ter.
81 warrant I shall fall into the step
again the moment I smell garlic, but
I'll rehearse it an hour tomorrow morn.
ing, that we may lose no time. Will
you have a short skirt and a waistcloth
again, Moll?"
She, with her elbows ON her knees
now and her chin in her hands, looking
into the fire, nodded.
"And you, Kit" continues he
you'll get a guitar and play tunes fol
us, as l take it you will keep us com
pany still. 1"
Eyes, you may count on me fol
that, says l.
"We shan't have Don Sanchez to pla.
| the tambour for us, but 1 wager l shall
beat it as well as he, though, seeing h,
owes us more than we owe him, w
might in reason call upon him, and''-
"No, no; only we three" says Mol
"Aye, there's enough in all con
science, and seeing we know bit o
the language we shall get on vel