San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-09-22

leagues or thereabouts to the west of
Alicante. Our way lay through gardens
of oranges and spreading vineyards,
which flourish exceedingly in this part,
being protected from unkind winds by
high mountains against the north and
east, and here you shall picture us on
the white, dusty road, Moll leading the
way dozen yards in advance, a tam
| BOURNE slung ON her back with stream
ing ribbons of many colors, taking two
or three steps ON one foot and then two
or three steps ON t'other, with Spanish
swing of her hips at each turn, swing
ing her arms as she clasps her castanets
to the air of song she had picked up at
Barcelona, and we three men plodding
behind, the don with a guitar across his
back, Dawson with our bundle of
clothes, and 1 with a wallet of provi-
sions hanging O. one side and skin of
wine ON the other, and all as white as
any miller with the dust of Moll's dane
ing.
1t might be as well, "says Don San
chez in his solemn, deliberate manner,
eff Mistress Moll were advised to prac-
tice her steps in our rear. "
faye, senor," replied Dawson, GIVE
been of the same mind these last ten
minutes. But with your consent, Don
Sanchez, I'll put her to more serious
exercise"
The don consenting with a bow,
Jack continues:
lyon may haze observed that I
haven't opened my lips since we left
the town, and the reason thereof is that
I've been turning over in my mind
whether, having come this far, it would
not be advisable to let my Mol know
of our project. Because if she should
refuse the sooner we consider some 9TH
er plan the better, seeing that now she
Is in good case and as careless as the
bird on the bough, and she is less trac-
table to our purposes than when she felt
the pinch of hunger and cold and would
have jumped at anything for a bit of
comfort. "
docs she not know of our design"
asks the don, lifting his eyebrows.
mo more than the man in the moon,
senor," answers Jack. For, though
Kit and ! may have discoursed of it at
odd times, we have been mighty care
full to shut our mouths or talk of a fine
day at her approach"
" VERY good" says Don Sanchez
"Yqu, are her father"
"An2 ,she shall know it,, says Jack,
with resolution, and taking a stride or
two in advance he calls to her to give
over dancing and come to hiIu-.
Have you forgot yoG- breeding" he
asks as she turns and waits for him,
"that you have no more respect for your
elders than to- choke 'em with dust
along of your shuffling?"
What q thoughtless thing am IT,
cries she in voice of contrition. "Why,
you're Toured as white as a shade"
Then, taking up corner of her waist
shawl, she gently rubs away the dust
from the tip of his nose, so that it stands
out glowing red from his face like
cherry through hole in pie crust, at
which she claps her hands and rings out
peal of laughter.
NOubbSu W ILdthO a lduy VI yOus
! Moll," says Jack in sorrow, "but see
plainly you will ever be fool, and so
tits to no purpose to speak seriously"
Surely, father, have ever been
what You wish me to be-" answers she
demurely, curious now to know what he
would be telling her.
"Then do you put them plaguy clap
pers away and listen to me patiently"
says he.
! Moll puts her hands behind her, and
drawing long lip and casting round
eyes at us over her shoulder walks
along very slowly by her fathers side,
while he breaches the matter to her.
And this he did with some difficulty, for
tits no easy thing to make a roguish
plot look innocent, as we could see by
his shifting his bundle from one shoul-
der to the other now and again, scratch
ing his ear and the like, but what he
said we, walking pace or two behind,
could not catch, he dropping to very
low tone, as if ashamed to hear his own
voice. To all he has to tell she listens
very attentively, but in the end she says
! something which causes him to stop
dead short and turn upon her, gaping
like pig.
"Whatm he cries as we came up.
"You knew all this two months ago?''
"Yes, father" answers she primly,
"quite two months.
"And pray who told your" he asks.
"No one, father, since you forbade
me to ask questions. But though may
be dumb to oblige you can't be deaf
Kit and you are forever attacking Of it. I"
maybe, child, says Dawson, might
lily nettled, maybe you know why we
left Alicante this morning"
81 should be dull indeed if didn't "
answers she. "AIld if you hadn' said
when we saw the ships that we might
meet more Engiishmen i2a,,I town
than we might care e. sssftey
why-well may " f =,