San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-12-15

She said her husband once belonged to
citizens vigilance committee, and this was
the way they branded those the police could
not reach. | thought she broke my heart
then, but you have given as hard a wound
as even she could wish "
In the morning as Austen May took his hat
to go out for the day. a note luttered to the
ground. His cheerful face was pale and
serious as he opened =.
"DR. May would offer an apology. /
am unused to New York ways. Indeed J
am, as Peru with Chill, so used to battle
that kindness seems to me first as an am
bush. ROsITA NUNEz.'
Rosta 1t was strange he had never
thought to ask her given name. He might
have guessed it. He remembered how fond
she was of humming, Mira flores Mira
flores See the flowers See the f1owers!'
and how pathetic he had thought it when
she would stop herself and summon look
of grave maturity to her face. His heart
ached for her, and little for himself. Her
loneliness made her 50 unapProaChabe
Her note was a prescription for his heart
closely buttoned up upon it, but the writer
withdrew from his horizon. Time his meals
his ingoings Outgoings when he would
it never proved her time.
The days passed, and it was the night be-
fore Christmas when he again met her He
had been thinking of her all day. feeling ii
cold and dreary for her; wondering if that
detestable bluing had become sufficiently
popular to warrant her presence among the
Christmas shoppers. Something, he could
not tell what unless it was a remembrance
of the offering of Tom Brown at Oxford &c
his lady-lOve led him to invest in bunch
of heliOtrope. He neared home with it, in
haling its fragrance through the papey
wrapping He turned a corner quickly, his
ewes upon his bundle, when he ran agans.
Rosita Nunez, who slipped upon the icy
walk and escaped falling by quick GRASP
at an iron railing. cry of pain escaped
her. An iron spike had entered the palm OF
her hand Austen May took the wounded
hand in his, though she would have hndered
him and drew out his handkerchief to bind
it, 1t needed an application of snow first
and strip or two of plaster from his pocket,
but even that preparation seemed longer
than might be.
How could you" he said in angry tones,
though his touch was tender, and he knew
he spoke of necessary evil be so fool
hardy as to suppose you could get along
such night without understand I'M
gloved, too ?"
"Well," she said, with an embarrassed
laugh Il would have been prepared for
an ordinary steam-engine, for that always
Whistles
He looked up at her under his eyebrows
for moment. The wind was blowing her
hair about her forehead and color in her
cheeks, giving her the prettiness that pow
erty's repression had stolen from her youth
and grace She went on nervously
! g But will not your bundle blow away
1t seems to me to have the fragrance of
heliotrope; and, do you know, that always
takes me back to Callao That is our port,
and have sat in a yacht there and had my
lap filled with heliotrope. 1t grows wild on
the mountains and you car beg It from the
women who bring their flowers for the affairs
of Saint Rose of Lima"
saint Rose of Lima ptied the sorrows
of the poor, if she was rich herself, did she
not
why yes
"If she had been poor, her own lonel-
ness would have made her quite blind to any
one ese's wouldn't it ?"
DIR. May, your handkerchief is very
bad color | must recommend my bluing;
or perhaps | can have it Numbered properly
for you, to show my gratitude.
Her voice shook, and she stepped quickly
back as he released her hand
THANK you" he said, cOolly. Don't
hurry about it, and, picking up his bundle,
left her.
to the evening table, as she had felt obliged
to return to the house. AT her place lay
magnificent bunch of heliotrope. She was
the first on the scene. With hasty hand
sh. picked up the flowers, laid them across
the table at Austen Mays place, and fled.
A few moments more and she was ashamed
The noise of voices came loudly from the
room, and she thought to slip in by an I'M
frcquentcd lobby AS she entered one Of
/ NJ tIo her RI
hcIiotrope in his hand She turned but the
door had closed behind her with a catch she
could not move DR.. May appearing not to
see her, leaned against the other door
r. Voices came clearly through a transom
above
# MAY has been reminded of the pro
n preties, | fancy. Probably by the imam
?. orata herself
/ Doubt Pity if there should be
misunderstanding. Its my opinion she
1t knows more about flirting than he, if she
d suspects him of it When May gets heart
wound he the kind to keep it you NAV be
II sure"
g Oh, yes; these blond, gay fellows al
ways do. Nobody knows the trouble I've
- seen Pass the provisions, will you, you
V black-haired Lothario Mays the lone
l. soonest orphan l know, but who'd believe
" it,
NOSltd lace was CllulSOu Will SHdlle "ii~
n confusion. She touched the doctor arm.
lie Won you manage the knob for me Z
l. she cried under her breath.
lie She turned on the sill and pointed to the
d flowers in his hand.
|. "Will you give me back few of thosef'
e she said " for Christmas
" DO you know that would mean nov
that you must give me up your Bottoms
d buing?' he said, looking down at hei
J. gravely.
You are very, very rude" she cried
e speeding away from him.
A while after as he sat alone at the din
d, ing table she appeared before him
10 . | can spare you half the sample box OF