San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-10-13


"My Moll," says he, 'my dear girl
You han't brought her to add to my
joy? She's not Sinking behind door
to fright me with delight, hey?".
"No," says /, ''but I've brought you
great news of her.
"And good, I'll swear, Kit, for
there's not sad line in your face. Stay,
comrade, wait till I've shook these chips
off and we are seated in my parlor, for
do love to have a pipe of tobacco and
a mug of ale beside me in times of pleas
ure. You can talk of indifferent things,
though, for Lord, do love to hear the
sound of your voice again.
told him how the ceiling of our din
ing hall had been painted.
"Aye, says he. "Ihave heard of that.
for my dear girl hath writ about that
and naught else in her letters, and
though I've no great fancy for such mat
tiers, yet l doubt not it is mighty fine
by her long winded praises of it. Come,
Kit, let us in here and get to something
| fresher.
So we into his parlor, which was q
neat, cheerful room, with fine view of
the river, and there, being duly furnish
ed with a mighty mug of ale and clean
pipes, he bids me give him my news,
| and I tell him how Moll had fallen
overhead and ears in love with the paint
er, and he with her, and how that very
morning they had come together and
laid open their hearts desire one to the
other, with the result, as I believed,
that they would be married as soon as
they could get parson to do their bust
ness
"This is brave news indeed" cries
he, "and easeth me beyond comprehen-
sion, for I could see clearly enough she
was smitten with this painter, by her
writing of nothing else, and seeing she
could not get at his true name and con-
dition felt some qualms as to how the
matter might end But do tell me, Kit.
is he an honest, wholesome sort of MANI"
GAS honest as the day." says /, "and
q nobler, handsomer man never breath
ed"
"God be praised for all things" says
he devoutly. "Tell me he's an English
man, Kit-as Moll did seem to think he
was spite his foreign name-and my
joys complete. "
AS true born an Englishman as you
are, " says /.
Lord love him for itr cries he
Then, coming down to particulars, /
related the events of the past few days
pretty much as l have writ them here,
showing in the end how Mr.. Goodwin
would have gone away unknown rather
than profit by his claim as Sir Thomas
Godwin's kinsman, even though Moll
should be no better than old Simon
would have him believe, upon which he
cries: Lord love him for it, say !
again Let us drink to their health.
Drink deep, Kit, for I've fancy that
no man shall put his lips to this mug
after us +"
So I drank heartily, and he, emptying
tho jug, flung it behind the chimney,
with another fervent ejaculation of graft
itude. Then shade of sorrow falling
on his face as hs lay IL n hi i bod bis
elbow resting oil the table: "
"I'd give the best half of the years
I've got to live" says he, "to see 'em
together and grasp Mr.. Godwin's hand
in mine, but I'll not be tempted to it,
for perceive clearly enough by what
you tell me that my hayward tongue
and weakness have been undoing us all
and running my dear Moll's chance of
happiness. But tell me, Kit, straight
ening himself up, chow think you this
marriage will touch our affairs?'
"Only to better them, for now our
prosperity is assured which otherwise
might have lacked security.
"Aye, to be sure, for now shall we be
all in one family with these Godwins,
and this cousin, profting by the estate
as much as Moll, will never begrudge
her giving us hundred or two now and
then for rendering him such good sery-
ice."
Twill appease Moll's computations
into the bargain, says heedlessly.
"What compunctions?"
"The word slipped me unattended, I"
stammers /. 81 mean nothing. =
"But something your word must
mean. Come, out with it, Kit. +"
"Well," says 1, 'since this fondness
has possessed her 1 have observed
greater conjunction to telling of lies
than she was won't to have"
'Tis my fault, " answered he sadly.
"She gets this leaning to honesty from
me-"
"This very morning." continues ],
"she was, 1 truly believe, of two minds
whether she should not confess to her
sweetheart that she was not his cousin. y
"For all the world my caser' cries
he, slapping the table. eff could only
have five minutes in secret with the dear
girl, I would give her hint that should
make her profit by my folly" And then
he tells me how, in the heyday of court
ship and the flush of confding love, he
did confess to his wife that he had car
ried gallantry somewhat too far with