San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-12-01

should come to naught, what could rec
ompense your daughter for the disap-
pointment of those false hopes your
meeting would inspire? 1t cannot be. :"
With this he claps his hands, and a
servant entering at nod from his mas
ter lifts the hangings for us to go.
Dawson stammered a few broken
words of passionate protest, and then
breaking down as he perceived the folly
of resisting he dropped his head and
suffered me to lead him out. As sa-
luted the Moors in going I caught, as /
fancied, CLEAN of triumphant glad
ness in the dark eyes of Mohand on Mo-
hand.
Coming back to the place where we
had hid our bundles, Dawson cast him
self on the ground and gave vent to his
passion, declaring he would see his
Moll though he should tear the walls
down to get at her and other follies,
but after a time he came to his senses
again so that he could reason, and then
I persuaded him to have patience and
forbear from any outburst of violence
such as we had been warned against,
showing him that certainly Don San
chez, hearing Of our condition, would
send the money speedily, and so we
should get Moll by fair means instead
of losing her (and ourselves) by foul;
that after all twas but the delay of
week or so that we had to put up with,
and so forth. Then, discussing what we
should do next, offered that we should
return to Elche and make our case
known rather than trust entirely to Ali
Oukadi's promise of writing, for I did
suspect some treacherous design on the
part of Mohand on Mohand, by which,
Mrs. Goodwin failing of her agreement,
he might possess himself of Mol, and
this falling in with Dawson's wishes
we set out to return to Algiers forth
with. But getting to Algiers, half dead
with the fatigue of trudging all that
distance in the full heat of the day, We
learned to our chagrin that no ship
would be sailing for Elche for fort
night at least, and all the money we
had would not tempt any captain to
carry us there, so here were we cast
down again beyond everything for mis-
cradle, gloomy apprehensions.
After spending another day in fruit
less endeavor to obtain passage, moth
ing would satisfy Dawson's painful,
restless spirit but we must return to
Thadviir, so thither we went once more
to hnger about the palace of All Ouka-
di, in the poor hope that we might see
Moll come out to take the air.
One day as we were standing in the
shade of the garden wall, sick and
weary with detection and disappoint-
ment, Dawson of sudden starts me
from my lethargy by clutching my arm
and raising his finger to bid me listen
and be silent. Then, straining my ear, l
caught the distant sound of female
voices, but 1 could distinguish not one
from another, though by Dawson's joy
Gus, eager look l perceived he recog-
nized Mell's voice among them. They
came nearer and nearer, seeking, as l
think, the shade of those palm trees
which sheltered us. And presently,
quite close to us, as if but ON the other
side of the wall, one struck lutte and
began to sing Moorish song; when she
had concluded her melancholy air a
voice, as if saddened by the melody,
sighed:
"Ah me! All mel"
There was no installing that sweet
voice; twas Moll's.
Then very softly Dawson begins to
whistle her old favorite ditty, Hearts
Will Break - Scarce had he finished the
refrain when Moll within took it up in
faint, trembling voice, but only a
bar, to let us know we were heard; then
she fell a-laughing at her maids, who
were whispering in alarm, to disguise
J her purpose, and SO they left that part,
as we knew by their voices dying away
in the distance.
"She'n come again, - whispers Daw
son feverishly.
And he was in the right, for, after
we had stood there the best part of an
hour, we hear Moll again gently hum
ming Hearts Will Break, but SO low,
for fear of being heard by others, that
only we who strained so hard to catch o
sound could be aware of it.
"Moll, my lover' whispers Dawson
as she comes to an end.
Dear fatherp' answers she as low.
"We are here-Kit and L Be COM
forted, sweet chuck-you shall be free
ere long. +"
"Shall I climb the WALTZ" asks she.
"No, motor Gods sake refrain!"
says I, seeing that Jack was half mind
ed to bid her come to him. 'You will
undo all-have patience. "
At this moment other voices came to
us from within, calling Lala Mollah,
and presently the quick witch answers
them from a distance with laugh, as
if she had been playing at catch-who-
can.
Then Dawson and I, turning about,
discovered to our CONSERVATION Ali Gu
kadi standing quite close beside Us,