San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-12-19

BrlmeO rlgnI nand along the leg OF his
ragged trousers If Mr.. Adrien should
vouchsafe handshake, he wanted to be
found In complete readiness
But Adrien's ivory white hands, with
their carefully pruned pink nails, were
clasped about the stock and the muzzle
of the gun at rest across his shoulders.
He flung nod and smile at the boy.
The smile was bright and the nod
friendly. Sandy, the uncritical starve-
ling, appropriated them gratefully and
grew bold.
II is got pup for you, Mars Adr'n-
a rale setter pup. She ready fur to be
trained right now. ben savin her fur
you. A setter pup, he is.
"A setter? The very thingi / am GO
ing to look for some birds this morning
Sandy, and there isn't dog but Mar
tins old collie up at the house / can
give her her first lesson this morning. !"
Sandy waxed descriptive under this
genial warmth Of appreciation.
"Her is ole Dido's pup an Hero is
hers daddy. Wen you went away to
school, ole mars sent ole Dido down
to mammy's house an tole me to TEX
keer er her, an us did, but her die all
the same. Her die six months ago. Her
was wore out, nanny say, but her lef'
a passed. er pups, an nanny she drown
'em all but one, an she say mus raise
hit fur you. Us name her Say Jane,
an her is got three wife foots, jis' LAX
ole Hero. Her is mighty smart, Mars
Adr'n, but her don't know nothin-
nothin tall I"
"Well, then, it is time was teach
ing her something. Go fetch her, Sandy.
I've been wondering all morning where
1 could find bird dog"
Dolbear's jealous disapproval found
vent in snort of contempt as Sandy
leaped nimbly past him and disappeared
at full run in the direction of the
quarters.
"Son, don't you be turnin that fool
boys head. He's monty easy sot up,
an don't you be raisin no great spec
tashuns ON that pup Sandy is some on
the brag, l tell you"
Adrien laughed absently and walking
to the end of the harness room looked
through its one broad, unglazed window
into the paddock beyond.
81 have changed my mind about rid
ing over to the Chamblisses this morn
ing, Uncle Dol. l think I will take a
long tramp instead. l hadn't thought
much about the cartridges until Sandy
mentioned Sarah Jane Where will be
most likely to find Bob White?"
No one ever questioned Adrien's
moods. Dolbear laid the drag harness
down regretfully. But white folks"
most generally were "notionate, ac-
cording to his observation.
lyon oughter fin cartridges mos
anywhar jus now, but they principally
feeds up bout the buryin ground. The
peafields lays all bout the buryin
ground, an the birds amt ben pestered
much NV late. Ole mars Civ orders no
body was to shoot the cartridges. He's
ben savin 'em fur you. Den You don't
want the mars put in the drag?"
mot until give further orders. !
wonder if one of the Martin boys would
not like to tramp with me?'
Dolbear waved superb negation with
hand and head.
LET the Martin boys lone, son they
is got work to do. Let 'em lone. 1t all
done ve'y well wen you was passel
nv little boys together, runnin ba 'rfoot
an climbin pussimmon trees an not
KNOWN from bull foot, but you amt
little b'arfoot boy now; you is got the
family name to take keer of. The Mar
tin boys is got to work out they own sal
vation- Let 'em lone, son. Birds NV a
feather is 'bleeged to fiooH tegedder.
The Martin boys ain t no born gentle
mems"
In less questionable English, but with
similar impressiveness, Adrien had al
ready received this advice twice over.
With gentle vagueness, as one who
would ten per justice with mercy, his
mother had said:
1.-THE Martin boys are worthy, excel
lent people in their places, my son, and
when you were all children together,
subject to my surveillance, the init
macy was not Objectionable, but Of
course everything is different now"
Liza especially, she might have add
ed, but she did not
His grandfather took the unequivocal
stand of the plutocratic old aristocrat
he avowedly was
1--WE must draw the line somewhere,
Adrien. Eben Martin is as good and
useful man il his sphere as can be
found So is that boy Seth Invaluable
ON the place, both of them. Charlie is
nothing hut crude youngster yet And
as for the women, Martins wife is just
what an overseer's wife ought to be,
healthy, vigorous. ignorant, good na-
tured The girl | am afraid, has been
spoiled between them all Your mother
there did hcr share She is an uppish
little mink. as full CT independence and
pride as AN CSC is of meat Educated
out of all conception of her true sphere
in life, fear Your mother there says