San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-12-26

scudded off to take shelter In the more
distant oornfeld, the measure of his
wrath was complete.
Evidently Sarah Jane and he took
differing views Of the situation With
the triumphant mien Of conqueror
who had routed the enemy she came
leaping back to his side. Instead Of lau-
rels rod awaited her. Crestfallen, with
soft deprecating eyes lifted to the stormy
face above her, the setter crouched to
receive her first lesson.
Quick and fast fell the blowsf from the
ramrod held in Adrien's firm fingers
He had been defed-the Decalogue held
no darker crime. Sarah Jane was to re-
ceivethe overflow of the discomfort that
had been accommodating all that morn
ing. With one hand he held the silkep
brown head in a merciless grasp. Hin
handsome face was empurpled with the
violence Of his rage and the exercise
Sarah James yelps Of agony were min
gled with his short painting breathingA
His strength was almost spent. High In
air he lifted the rod for a supreme effort
Zone more, d-n you, and then per-
haps you will know who is master"
But the rod did not descend It was
caught from his grasp by an invisible
hand behind him and girls clear voice
in denunciation was added to the dis
cord.
"You are q cruel wretch, Adrien
Strong, and It would only be serving
you right if you could be paid back In
your own coin. There, and there, and
therep'
A cracking of broken wood, and the
fragments Of his ramrod few piecemeal
from the iron crosspiece Of the fence
against which 1t had been struck with
furious force.
Adrien faced about hurriedly. He
knew Of no one who would thus dare to
I interfere with his discipline, surely not
his mother, scarcely his grandfather.
Standing ON the moss grown brick
wall behind him was vision altogether
out Of keeping with its surroundings.
1t was Liza Martin, silhouetted In gray
serge garb and red fringed turban
against the dark greenery of the grave
yard. Her eyes and cheeks were afame
with indignation as she flung the Last
splinter of his broken ramrod at his feet
and brushed her Redeemed palms against
each other to free them from dust and
splinters.
The stormclouds ON Adrien's face
gradually passed away. II was such an
exceedingly comical turn he was ready
to laugh. Such transitions came easily
to him. But the girls face was too stern
yet awhile for him to venture upon pre-
mature mirth. OF course this must be
Eben Martins daughter. He regarded
himself as a good judge Of female beau
ty, and this girl, who stood there calm
4 ly adjusting her displaced cuffs filled
his most rigid requirements.
WHO are your" he asked. quite un-
necessarily.
At am Eliza Martin, Govemor
Strong's overseer's daughter. ! have
been prowling about here. The views
are pretty from this point. My brother
Seth left me here when he went by with
the wagon to haul cotton to the gin.
am waiting for him to pick me up on
his return. come here to sketch very
often. You have spoiled it for me.
am telling you this 30 that you need
not think I went out Of my way to in
terfere. Twas in there with Gabrielle
when I heard your murderous blows
At school was.vice president Of q 30
oiety for the prevention Of cruelty K
animals We don't have such societies
here at home, but know Of no plaot
where one is more needed than in THU
plantation. Poor, poor doggy
All this time Adrien was thinking
much more about the girl herself thar
about what she was saying.
Yes, she was pretty, the pretties'
girl by long odds he had seen since leav'
ing college. Rather self possessed-tha'
was the strong mindedness, he supposed
that his grandfather complained Of. He
voice was marvelously sweet, however
and clear. He should like to hear /
again. Even when denouncing his bru
tality it had never once risen to shrill
ness.
IT think you need not change you
sketching ground, Miss Martin. am
home very little and hunt still less.
was trying to walk of fit of III tempe
this morning."
Liza flashed hooking smile at him
"And succeeded admirably. Poor oil
doggy, didn't he, now?'
She was ON her knees, with one ham
softly smoothing the hair over the welt
made by the ramrod ON Sarah Jane
quivering TANKS. 81 imagine you hav
SPOILED your dog for hunter" sh
said more gravely. "She will never b
anything but miserable coward afte
this. See how she cringes when 70
make one step toward her."
II fancy Sandy has lied to me. Tn
dog is a miserable, bringing cur by ma
ture. Blood will tell in man or beast.
"True. And as this is nothing but
miserable cringing cur by nature, fit &c
the quarters only, suppose you give he
to me"
She was standing up now and with
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