San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-08-25

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Their, having turned the brutes into the
stable ourselves, to find never a soul in
the common room or parlor, so that the
place seemed quite forsaken. But hear
ing a loud outlaw of laughter from be-
low we go down stairs to the kitchen,
which we could scarce enter for the
crowd in the doorway. And here all
darkness, save for sheet hung at the
farther end, and lit from behind, OF,
which kind of phantasmagory play of
Jack and the Giant" was being acted
by shadow characters cut out of paper,
the performer being hid by board
that served as a stage for the puppets.
And who should this performer be but
our Moll, as we knew by her voice, and
most admirably she did it, setting all in
a roar one minute with some merry
joke, and enchanting em the next with
pretty song for the maid in distress.
We learned afterward that Moll, who
could never rest still two minutes to-
gether, but must ever be doing some
thing new, had cut out her images and
devised the show to entertain the serv
ants in the kitchen, and that the guests
above, hearing their merriment, had
come down in time to get the flag end,
which pleased them so vastly that they
would have her play it all over again.
"This may undo US, says Don San
chez, in a low voice Of displeasure,
drawing us away. Here are dozen
visitors who will presently be examin-
ing Moll as a marvel. Who can say but
that one of them may know her again
| hereafter to our confusion? We must
be seen together no more than is neces-
sary until we are out of this country. I
shall leave here in the morning, and
you viii meet me next at the Turk, in
Gracious street, tomorrow afternoon.
Herewith he goes up to his room,
leaving us to shift for ourselves, and we
! into the parlor to warm our feet at the
fire till we may be served with some
victuals, both very silent and surly, be-
ing still sore, and as tired as any dog
with our days jolting.
While we are in this mood, Moll,
having finished her play, comes to us in
amazing high spirits, and, all aglow
with pleasure, shows us a handful of
silver given her by the gentry; then,
pulling up a chair betwixt us, she asks
us a dozen questions all of a string as
to where we have been, what we have
done, etc, since we left her. Getting no
answer, she presently stops, looks first
at one, then at the other, and bursting
into a fit of laughter, cries, why, what
ails you both to be so grumpy"
SIN the first place, Moll," says Jack,
"I'll have you to know that l am your
father, and will not be spoken to save
with becoming respect"
"Why, did but ask you where you
have been.
"Children of your age should not ask
questions, but do as they're bid, and
there's an end of it. "
"La, I'm not to ask any questions. Is
there anything else am not to do?"
"Yes. I'll not have you playing Of
Galimanfray to cook wenches and such
stuff. I'll have you behave with more
decency. Take your feet off the hearth
and put 'em under your chair. Let me
have no more of these CALAMITY shows
Why, twill be said l cannot give you a
basin of porridge, that you must go
a-begging of sixpences like thisr'
"Oh, if you begrudge me little
pocket money" cries she, springing up,
with the tears in her eyes, I'm have
none of it. "
And with that she empties her pocket
on the chair, and out roll her sixpences,
together with a couple of silver spoons.
What" cries Jack, after glancing
round to see we were alone. "You have
filched a couple of spoons, Moll?"
And why not?" asks she, her little
nose turning quite white with passion.
eff am to ask no questions, how shall
/ know but we may have never spoon
tomorrow for your precious basin Of
porTidge?"
CHAPTER VII.