San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-10-27

Bring 'em ALL" says Mou
you did not eat at breakfast, there's a
cold pigeon pasty and nice fresh ham
and lovely rolly poly pudding made
with my own hands in the pot. -
Bring 'em all, +" says Moll in the
same aching voice, "and I'll pick what
tempts me-
Herewith she silently slips the bolt
back, whips on her nightgown and slips
into bed.
Presently up comes Mrs. Butterfly,
carrying wax candle, followed by a
couple of maids charged with all the
provisions Moll had commanded. Hav-
ing permission to enter, the good wom-
an sets down her candle, puts on her
glasses, and coming to the bedside says
she can see very well by her poor looks
that her dear mistress has got return
of her biliaries and prays heaven it may
not turn to something worse.
May" says Moll very family, 81
shall be we'll again when am relieved
of this headache, and if can only fall
asleep, as feel disposed to, you will
see me tomorrow morning in my usual
health. shan't attempt to rise this
evening" C"For mercy's sake, don't, /"
cries Mrs. Butterfly "And so, pray
you, order that no one shall come near
my room to disturb" C'I'll see that
no one so much as set foot on your
stair, madam, poor dearw says t'other.
"And you will see that all is closed care
fully. And SO good night, mother, and
good night to you, Jane and Betsy! Oh,
my poor head!"
With whispered Good night, dear
madam" Mrs. Butterfly and the maids
leave the room a-tiptoe, closing the door
behind them as if 'twere of gingerbread,
and no sooner are they gone than Moll,
big with her mad design, nips out of
bed, strips off her nightgown, and find
ing nothing more convenient for her pur-
pose puts the ham, pasty and cartridges
in clean FELLOWSHIP. This done, she
puts ON her cloak and hood, and having
with great caution set the door open and
seen all safe and quiet below she takes up
her bag of victuals, blows out the can
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her way to the little private staircase at
the end of the stairs. And now, with
less fear of encountering Mrs. Goodwin
than Black DOGGY, she feels her way
down the dark, narrow staircase, reaches
the lower door, unbolts it and steps out
on the path at the back of the house.
There is still a faint twilight, and
this enables her to find her way to the
wicket gate opposite Anne Fitch's cot
tage. Not a soul is to be seen, and so,
with her hood drawn well over her head,
she speeds on, and in five minutes reaches
my house. Here, finding the door fasten-
ed, she gives a couple of knocks, and
on my opening she asks meekly in a
feigned voice, which for the life of me
1 should not have known for hers, if 1
am minded to buy a couple of cartridges
a friend has sent and she has no use for.
"Partridges p cries Dawson from
within. "Have 'em, Kit, for your bread
and cheese is mighty everyday fare. "
LET me see 'em, good woman"
says L
Eyes, sir" answers she meelly, put
ting her pillow slip III my hand, which
perplexed me vastly by its weight and
bulk
"They seem to be pretty big birds by
the feel of 'em," says I. "You can come
in and shut the door after you"
Moll shuts the door and shoots the
bolt then tripping behind me into the
light she casts her hood and filings her
arms round her fathers neck with peal
of joyful laughter.
"Whatr cries L "Why, what can
have brought you here?"
"Why, 1 knew you'd have nothing to
give my poor old dad but moldy cheese,
so I've brought you brace of cartridges,
if you please, sir" says she, concluding
in her feigned voice as she emptied the
ham, pasty and cartridges all higgledy
piggledy out of the slip on to the table.
But, Mrs. Goodwin, says in alarm.
ooh, call me Mol, " cries she wildly.
"Let me be myself for this one night. "