San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-05-29

Mr.. Rogers flushed, and involuntarily
put his hand to his pocketbook; but
Betty, all unconscious of his thought,
said: "Do you want me to 'splain it?"
The listener nodded and the child
went on: DO you know what an Enny-
munt' is?" but receiving no answerSshe
said: When anybody does naughty
things and bweaks your playthings,
he's 'innymunt,' Wobbie Fwench was
my innymunt;' he bweaked my dolly's
nose, and he stocked burrs in my baa-
lammie's fur, and he said it wasn't a
baa-lammie, noffin' but just lammie;;"
and the big eyes grew bigger as they
recalled this last indignity.
Mr.. Rogers looked deeply interested,
and, in fact, who could have helped it,
looking at the earnest little face? Bet
ty continued TO "'splain:"
at doesn't mean" she said, that
you must let him bweak all your dolls
noses nor call your baa-lammie names,
cause that's wicked; but last week
Wobbie bwealied his 'lociPede, and the
next day all the boys were going to
have q waco, and when I said my
pwayers 1 told the Lord I was glad
Wobbie had bweaked his 'locipede. I
was, but when wanted to 60 to sleep
I feeled bad here" and Betty placed
tiny hand on her chest, and drew a
long breath. But by and by, after
much as hour, guess, thinked how
naughty that was, and then telled
the Lord l was sorwy Wobbie had
bweaked his 'locipede and would lend
him mine part of the time; and then
1 feeled good, and was asleep in q
minute"
And what about RobGee" asked
Mr.. Rogers.
Well" replied the child, Il guess if
I keep on loving him, he won't be
'innymunt' much longer"
81 guess not, either" said Mr..
Rogers, giving his hand to help her
down from the seat as the cars slack
ened speed at NJ, and stopped at
the station. He led the child from the
car, and gave her to her grandmother's
care.
Y hope she has not troubled you,"
said the lady, looking fondly at the
child.
'On the contrary, madam. she has
done me world of good, " said he, sin
cerely, as he raised hishat and, bidding
Betty good-by, stepped back into the
car.
Mr.. Rogers resumed his seat, and
looked out of the window, but he did
not see the tire es, nor the green fields,
nor the peaceful river, with it's thou
sands of white water lilies like stars
in the midnight sky.
Had he told the Lord that he was
glad his ''innymunt" had broken his
relocipede, and could not join in the
race for wealth and position? When
he came to put the question straight to
his soul, it certainly did look like it.
1t was of no use for him to say that
the notes were honestly due He knew
that he could afford to wait for the
money, and that if Robert French was
forced to pay them at once, he would
probably be ruined; and he heard the.
sweet voice of the child saying: Love
your fnnymunts,' and he said IN his
heart. using the old familiar name of
his boyhood days: Lord. I'm sorry
Rob has broken his ve{ocipede{ III lend
him mine until he gets his men ded."
Had the sun suddenly come out from.
behind a dark cloud2 Mr.. Rogers
thought 50, but it had really been
shining its brightest all the morning.
A boy came through the train with
great bunch of water lilies, calling.
"Liliescentapieceeixforf-"
Here, boy" called Mr.. Rogers.
Where did those come fromP'
white Pond Lily cove" said the
boy, eying Mr.. Rogers with some per-
plexfty. He had been train boy for
five years, and never had known him to
buy anything but the Journal.
"Whatll you take for that bunch%'
Fifty cents" replied the boy
promptly.
Mr.. Rogers handed him the half-dol-
lar, and took the fragrant lilies How
do you get into the cove 6ow?' he
asked, as the boy pocketed the money
and was moving on.
Git out'n' shove her over the bar"
replied the boy as he went ON.
Mr.. Rogers looked down at the flow
ers with streaks of pink on. the outer
petals, at the smooth. pinkish-hrown
stems, and thought of the time, forty
years before, when he and Rob, two
ba<efooted urchins, had rowed across
White pond in leaky boat, and by
great exertion dragged and pushed it
over the bar, and been back home at
seven o'clock in the morning with such
load of lilies as had never been seen
in the village before. Yes, he remem-
bered it; and Rob's mother was frying
doughnuts when they got back, and
she had given them six apiece. Oh, she
knew what boys appe titles were She
had been dead for thirty years, he