San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-10-03

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the waves of molten gold the kind
friends who would cover her from the
world? We didn't see anything like
that. / do not even remember anybody
who stood on the deck for last look at
Fire island and chance to exclaim
Farewell, my native landl" Most OF
them seemed like us to be going over
for the first time, and, also like us, try
ing by their easy manners, nautical
talk and elaborate array of steamer
chairs, steamer caps and steamer nov
els to be giving the impression that
crossing the Atlantic was an expert
ence as familiar as riding on horse cars
Mrs. Wallis and I had finished our
educations, such as they were, long ago,
We had no misery to escape. Mrs.
Wallis husband was dead, and mine
was to be got. So as We had no roman
tic roles to play we began our voyage
with the utmost conventionality. We
wrote as impressive looking letters as
anybody and gave them to the pilot
when be left us. Mrs. Wallis was to
her housekeeper, and mine to Susie
Messersmith, telling her she might ride
my horse while was away, but nobody
knew that they were not the longed for
last words to some bereaved devotee.
And after that ceremony we were
fairly off.
The sea was as calm as it usually is
between the months of May and Sep
TENDER, and there was no excuse for
seasickness on the part of anybody, so
we walked the decks and posed as old
sailors in the possession of stomachs
whose self possession had never been
called into question.
AS Mrs. Wallis and / strolled along
arm in arm trying to think of some
sensible and ladylike remark that would
be open sesame to the captains atten'
ton and favor we noticed gentleman
Q who was walking in the other direc'
ton, but upon our line, and who conse
quently met us at every turn.
Watch him take in your feet, " Mrs
Wallis said flatteringly. If there is ont
thing that l do pride myself upon, j
is my feet. They were looking unusual
ly we'll that day, as had realized thu
conspicuousness of shoes on a decl
promenade.
He was a tall, dark man with {
twisted mustache and almost sterr
black eyes, just that masterful sort o.
eyes that women past their early girl
hood and who have lived in the worl(
are fond of. Poor innocents, when theI
are young they can find a master in al
most any sort Of man. There wa
nothing bold looking about the prone
nader, but he gave us side glances tina
did not mean utter Indifference.
He must be somebody, Mrs. Wall
said, "because you see he is an Italian
or a Spaniard or something, and il
those countries the middle and lowe
Glasses do not look like gentlemen. II
wager you something he is a count a
the very least. "
'Poufr And l blew my lips GU
with scorn, but still some of the air cas-
ties that had kept in reserve since m
early girlhood for those seasons whe
my devoted admirers did not suit me G
had none and which had arisen lik
magic when we began to talk of Europe
went yisionlike before me. Countess
sounded sweet in my ears. Count
prince, whatever he might be, he cel
tainly was interested in us. Not tia
he presumed in the least, but when W
went on deck the second morning OF
steamer chairs were stretched in tt
pleasantest place, with cur rugs con
fortably adjusted, and the steward, {