San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-10-06

place. Look at me, sheer hulk and no |
more, and all through lending ear to one |
prayer and another. I doubt you're |
minded to turn your back on poor old |
Bob Evans. as t'others have, Mr.. Hop |
kins-and why not? The poor old mans
worth nothing, and cannot help him
self. /" Witt, this he fell a-sniveling like
any girl 49,, go,
81 vow Ill not quit you, Evans, till
you re hale again.
Bring him with thee O. Saturday,
urged Simon. "Surely my mistress can
never have the heart to refuse you shell
ter at the court, who owes her life to
We. Come and stay there till thy wage be
paid, friend Evans.
"What! Would We make an honest
sailor play bum bailiff and stick in a.
house, willy nilly, till moneys found?
Plague of your dry landl Give me a
pitching ship, and rolling sea, and a
gale whistling in my shrouds. Oh, my
reins, my reins Give me a paper of to-
bacco, Mr.. Hopkins, and pipe to soothe
this agony, or shall grow desperate. F"
left the room as if to satisfy this de-
sire, and Simon followed, imploring me
still to come on Saturday to Chiselhurst,
and l at length got rid of him by prom
Using to come as soon as Evans could be
left or induced to accompany me. /
persuaded Dawson, very much against
his greed, to delay our going until Mon
day, the better to hoodwink old Simon,
and on that day we set out for Chisel-
hurst, both clad according to our condi-
proper, seemly sort of cloth-and with
more guineas in our pockets than ever
before we had possessed shillings. And
a very merry journey this was, for Daw-
son, finding himself once more at liberty
and hearty as a lark after his long con-
finement and under no constraint, was
like boy let loose from school, carol
ing at the top of his voice, playing mad
pranks with all who passed us ON the
road and staying at every inn to drink
twopenny ale, so that feared he would
certainly fall i'll drinking, as he had be-
fore of eating, but the exercise of rid
ing, the fresh, wholesome air and half
an hours doze in spinney did settle
his liquor, and so he reached Hurst Court
quite sober, thanks be to heaven, though
very gay. And there we had need of all
our self command to conceal our Joy in
finding those gates open to us, which we
had looked through SO fondly when we
were last here, and to spy Moll in a
stately gown on the fine terrace before
this noble house, carrying herself as if
she had lived here all her life, and Don
Sanchez walking very deferential by her
side. Especially Dawson could scarce
bring himself to speak to her in an I'M
couth, surly manner, as beftted his
character, and no sooner were we enter
ed the house but he whips Moll behind
a door and falls a-hugging and kissing
her like any sly young lover.
While he was giving way to these ex-
travagances, which Moll had not the
heart to rebuff-for in her full, warm
heart she was as overjoyed to see him
there as he her-Don Sanchez and
paced up and down the spacious hall,
all of a-twitter lest one or other of the
servants might discover the familiarity
of these two (Which must have been a
fine matter for curious gossip in the
household and elsewhere), and the don
mighty somber and grave (as foreseeing
an evil outcome of this business), so
that he would make no answer to my
civilities save by dumb gestures, show
ing he was highly displeased. But truly
twas enough to set us all crazy, but he,
with joy, to be in possession of all these
riches and think that we had landed at
Chatham scarce fortnight before with
out decent clothes to our backs, and
now, but for the success of our design,
might be the penniless strolling vaga-
bonds we were when Don Sanchez light
ed ON US.
Presently Moll came out from the side
room with her father, her hair all tum-
bled, and as rosy as peach, and she
would have us visit the house from top
to bottom, showing us the rooms set
apart for us, her own chamber, the state
room, the dining hall, the store closets
for plate and linen, ETC., all prodigious
fine and in most excellent condition, for ,
the scrupulous minute care of old ST.
mon had suffered nothing to fall out of
repair, the rooms being kept we'll aired,
the pictures, tapestries and magnificent
furniture all preserved fresh with linen
covers and the like. From the hall she
took us out ON to the terrace to survey
the park and the gardens about the house,
and here, as within doors, all was in
most admirable keeping, with no wild
growth or runaweeds anywhere, nor any
sign of neglect. But observed, as an
indication of the stewards thrifty, I'M
poetic mind, that the garden beds were
planted with onions and such market
able produce, in place of flowers, and
that instead of deer grazing upon the
green slopes of the park there was only
such prodigious cattle as sheep, cows,
etc. And at the sight of all this album
dance of good things, and especially the
we'll stored buttery, Dawson declared