San Antonio Daily Light. (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 152, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 14, 1892 Page: 6 of 8
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The Daily
THURSDAY JULY 14 1802.
JOHN SMITH JUNIOR
By E J. CLAYDEN.
youtg lady Miss Fitzhardy. She could
not resist making a remark on the sub-
ject to Alicia when the two girls were
talking over the party next day while
they sipped their afternoon tea.
“Why my dear child ” she replied
“they go everywhere. The two are in-
separable and you know young Smith
is quite wonderful considering. Of
course he has nothing .to do with the
business. 1 suppose he will be enor-
mously rich" she added with a sigh:
“bis father intends him to go into par-
liament and they say he is really very
clever. As for Mr. Josselyn. everybody
knows who he is: and oh. Frances is he
not —truly—delightful?"
“Fell what do you think of them?"
Frances looked up quickly—surely
.Alicia was blushing. What did it mean?
She felt asudden sharp pang of jealousy.
With this strange new pain at her
heart she could no longer bear going
over and over the trivial details of last
night’s entertainment; so she got away
from her friend as soon as she could find
a decent excuse and went home.
On her arrival she went straight up
into the drawing room and found Mrs.
Lisle and Edith alone over the remains
of the tea.
“I wish you had been at home Fran-
cie” said her mother. “Mr. John Smith
Junior and Mr. Josselyn have just been
here and we have given them some tea.
Have you had yours or shall 1 put a lit-
tle more hot water into the pot and give
you a cup?”
Frances could scarcely intimate that
ehe had already taken tea when Edith
rushed into the conversation with “Oh
Prances how nice he is!—Mr. Josselyn
I mean. He talked to me all the time.
I was quite afraid of him at first be-
cause he is so dreadfully clever but he
was awfully jolly—l think he is quite
the nicest young man 1 ever saw and
what do you think; he says if I do go to
Passy he hopes he may see something of
me because he will probably be in Paris
all next winter.”
Poor Frances could say nothing; her
mind was in a tumult jealousy was
rampant now. What did it all mean?
What right had he to bring the blush to
Alicia’s cheek and to come putting
ideas into the head of a bit of a girl like
Edith when all the while?— Oh he
must be a flirt—a flirt!
Then the thought of poor Mr. Fitz-
hardy flashed across her; perhaps he
had some right to accuse her of flirting.
Yet the encouragement she gave him
had been very lukewarm at its best—-
she knew now that she had never cared
for him except as an agreeable ac-
quaintance. But for this other—well
when they next met she would show
him how lightly she held attentions so
profusely scattered around.
She had not long to wait for an oppor-
tunity. They met that evening at a
grand ball given by one of Dr. Lisle's
most aristocratic patients. Frances
found it rather dull. She had danced
half through her programme with one
uninteresting stranger after another and
was beginning to vote the whole affair a
bore when a familiar voice behind her
said: “What Miss Lisle?—well 1 am
glad. How do you do? Is Mrs. Lisle
here?”
“Yes and papa too” she replied for-
getting all her plans of revenge at the
first glance from those honest gray eyes
whose every look she was learning to
know so well.
“And have you any dances left? 1
hope lam not too late. Jack and 1 have
been doing duty at a stupid city dinner.”
“I have one or two 1 think” said
Frances feeling for her progratnme. It
could not be found; the cord and pencil
were there but the card had been torn
off.
“I must have lost it” she said; “how
very awkward.”
“Do you remember to whom you were
engaged?”
“Not a bit; they were all strangers. 1
know hardly any one here.”
“Nor do 1. 1 have a happy idea.
When any one claims you who you think
looks stupid say you are engaged to me.
Do please; it will be a real act of kind-
ness as 1 know no one.”
Frances hesitated but he looked so
smiling and .riendly that she smiled too.
This he murt have taken for consent for
he placed her hand on his arm and
walked off with jier to the ballroom
To Be Continued.
THE WAY
MISS -EPINGHAM CHEATED THE
• “COMPANY
I Written for the Light by Reba Gregory
Prelat. ]
There is always the last resort of
suicide open “said Charlie s’and 5 ’and I
don’t know but it might be a good
thing. Nobody would care.
His pretty cousin sitting opposite
gazed at him with an expression of
horror.
“On! Charlie how can you talk in
that frightful manner? It spoils my
visit it makes me perfectly wretched
it Uncle Hi knew you had been
gambling at the club—it would kill
him.”
“Well Bertha you see it is a ques-
tion of killing anyway—better me
than father.”
“How much would help you—how
much do you kneed? How much did
you actually gamble away?”
“Well if I could get three hundred
dollars before ten o’clock tomorrow it
would prevent the affair from getting
out.”
Bertha sighed. Her quick intellect
tried to realize a situation wholly
new to her. The daughter of wealthy
parents a proverbial spoiled child of
American luxury she knew nothing
of money except to—spend it.
On this visit to her uncle she found
the spectre ot financial anxiety every-
where present although the daily
life ot the handsome house went for-
ward with its accustomed splendor.
Her aunt was evidently worried ana
her uncle wholly absorbed in busi-
ness successfully staving off an im
pending crisis. Her reckless cousin
Charles blind to the details of pater-
nal affairs was the only one at his
ease. He took her to germans and
theatres and made an ideal escort;
pursuing his idle vicious way with
‘the boys” until he learned by
chance his father's real condition.
Then it struck him with a sense of
helpless horror and he confided his
own embarrassment to bis cousin.
Bertha was to leave for home on
the morrow. Her trunks were packed
most of her farewell visits paid and
the bouquets ordered which admiring
men would bring her to the train.
“Oh! Charlie I havn’t got the
money I shall have to pay tor my
ticket but will see what I can do.
Mrs. Reynolds is coming for m e 11is
morning and I don’t know how 1 can
talk pleasantly to anyone with this
on my heart. Papa would never let
me be introduced to her in Cincinnati
but both of us visiting in this small
town makes it different.”
Charlie answered in the blatant
vernacular of his “set” which clings
grotesquely to the fast young man
even when his inner consciousness
is sad (be would lain seek dignified
expression but finds none):.
“Weil Bertha she is ‘rather a rum
old girl’ something of a ‘tough cus-
tomer.’ 1 can’t blame Uncle John lor
his objection but she’s visiting the
Van Burgs—and of course here .”
The speaker was able to proceed no
farther lor the object of his condem
nation arrived. She was a handsome
blonde saved from any suggestion of
loudness by the perfect taste of her
attire. She greeted Bertha with a
great impressment and presently
carried her off in the Van Burg car-
riage.
As a result ot this drive—Miss
Bertha Epplngham handed her
Cousin Charley nearly three hun-
dred dollars in “hard cash ”
She secured it by taking a risk and
learned the bitter lesson that those
who dance must pay the fiddler.
From Middleton to Cincinnati the
distance is many miles and the time
consumed in traversing it two days
and one night. The farthest section
of the Pullman car was occupied by
a young lady traveling alone. She
was very pretty very slender with
the most appealing dark eyes and
brown hair that curled in soft ten-
drils round her small grey hat. With
all her girlish gentleness she seemed
quite a self possessed character and
fully able to take care of herself.
George Doroman found her more in-
teresting than his novel and tell to
speculating upon her. He no-
ticed that the conductor seemed
to take particular care of her and re-
solved to ask that functionary for in-
formation.
He found his opportunity in the
smoking car.
“Ob! the lady at the end of the car
that is Mrs. Harry Reynolds of Cin-
cinnati. I understand she is a pro-
fessional beauty. She’s traveling on
a pass signed by the president.”
Mr. Doroman gave a whistle which
rivalled the performance ot the engine
and then enquired:
“Does she g® about this part of the
country much —traveling on—on pass-
es?”
“I never saw her before. This is a
new run for me but I know the presi-
dent. She is said to be a great friend
of hie.”
The stolid face of the conductor as-
sumed such a knowing look that Mr.
Doroman understood him.
“She don’t look like she was a gay
one does ehe?” continued the official.
“Her husband they say. is just wil-
ing to follow her around to balls and
places or to let her go with other men
just as it strikes her. I’d call him a
poor creature myself. The President
has a sort of an English coach and
drives a four-in-hand. Some of the
boys on the road have seen her sitting
aside of him handling the ribbons as
good as a man.”
She does not appear to have much
strength certainly not enough to bold
four horses” said Mr. Doroman
and in a few moments he was again
seated in the Pullman car.
Mrs. Reynolds was gazing out of
the window with an exceedingly
mournful expression. She had the
general effect of a young girl taken
up with a first consideration of sor-
row.
* What fools we mortals be” quoted
Mr. Doroman to himself and tbe«
with an audible sigh to emphasis hie
thought “Poor Harry.”
This intermal ejaculation will
make quite apparent* that Mr. Rey-
nolds was known to Doraman.
The professional beauty was sur-
rounded by bundles and baskets—all
ot the most approved and dainty
fashion. Their contents were evident
from their exteriors. At the dinner
station she did not get off but par-
toox of white grapes and some dainty
wafers. The conductor was press-
ingly attentive but she refused all
attempts at courtesy with a dignity
quite chilling.
“She’s a lady in spite of ber fast
reputation” thought Doroman “I
never had mncb opinion of Reynolds.
Perhaps she has been so miserable
with him that she’s turned toothers.”
Just here the object of bis thoughts
rose and went to a lady in the fourth
eection. She was a forlorn young
woman with a large baby and no
nurse. The baby objected to travel-
ing and had been rendering a vigor-
ous solo to that effect. Mrs.
Reynolds spoke to the mother and
offered some of the wafers to the
baby she even took it in her arms and
soon brought quiet and satisfaction
where there had been hunger and
confusion.
Doroman’s heart warmed to ber.
“She’e not near so black as she’s
painted” he thought. “I can't im-
agine her singing a comic song over a
champagne supper as they say she
does.”
At three in the afternoon the moth-
er and baby reached their home.
This left but few occupants in the car.
At 4 o’clock tbey were to pass the
university town of L .
Mrs. Reynolds bad been reading
until tbey reached the last named
place and then Mr. Doroman saw her
scan the depot with ber downcast
but observant eyes.
Presently afresh-faced handsome
student boarded the train and was
warmly welcomed by Mrs. Reynolds.
“I’m going on with you perhaps as
far as Cincinnati —”
"0! Christopher you must not neg-
lect your studies you h d better just
come a little tiny way.”
When the tram started again Doro-
man went to the end of the car in the
little unoccupied section. He felt
vaguely angry at the student so an-
gry that be wished to have him out
of bis sight. Gradually as the time
passed in utter lonesomeness and bis
novel grew denser and denser bls
eyes involuntarily closed.
When be woke be heard voices
speaking earnestly. The tones were
pitched to suit the noise and motion
of the train and the sound came to
to him distinctly in the lull ot a halt
at a station.
“You know I have loved you for a
long time a long time.”
“O! yes as boys measure time” re-
plied the feminine voice the same
which had soothed the baby.
“Well what’s the harm of it? Why
won’t you listen to me?”
"Why there isn't the least barm in
it of course” from the feminine
voice “and I would listen to you
it I loved you.”
This from a wedded wife a woman
with a Madonna face and the modest
eyes of a young girl.
The bell rang the wheels turned
the clamor began anew and Mr. Dor-
oman smiled to himself with intense
and bitter cynicism.
At 8:15 Mr. Doroman made the dis
covery that he Was alone in the Pull-
man car with the celebrated beauty.
In common with many of ber kind
she had figured largely in society
newspapers for the world winked at
the irregularities which her hus-
band’s money glossed over. He had
heard her say—-
"l would listen to you if I loved
you.” From the judgment of his au-
ditory nerve there was no appeal. He
bad met Reynolds in business several
times lately. They had been at the
University of Michigan together
though not in the same class. Surely
this might serve as an introduction.
He rose and approached her.
“I see that you are traveling alone
and since I have been informed of
your name I learn that T am an old
friend of your husband Mr. Henry
Reynolds. We were school mates or
rather college mates. May I offer you
my card?”
He extended the regulation bit of
pasteboard.
Her face lighted up with pleasure.
“I am delighted” she said. “I
have heard so much of the editor and
proprietor of the Globe. Papa
is sujb an admirer of yours. He says
that inherited capital is usually with-
out brains and inherited brains
usually without capital. He is al-
ways quoting you as an exception.”
Mr. Doroman was astonished. He
could not recall ever meeting
Reynold’s father but he bowed
gravely. The conversation thus in-
augurated progressed well Mrs.
Reynolds preserving always that
sweet maidenly enthusiasm. At
nine o’clock she asked:
“And are you married?”
Mr. Doroman explained that be
was a widower and that be had two
children.
“O! do tell me about them. I just
love children. Didn't you see how
that poor baby busbed with me? It's
a real talent knowing what to do
with them.”
Thus abjured and led on by the in-
nocent eyes he expatiated at length
upon his son and daughter quite for-
getting that be was bestowing all
this domestic information upon the
notorious leader of the Cincinnati
“fast set ”
She seemed so naturally interested
that he bad to pull himself together
and repeat the words be had beard.
“I would listen to you if I loved
you.” She offered him some et tne
fruit from the aforesaid basket and
before pealing the orange took off ber
pretty pearl gloves. He noticed with
a sad pang that the little hands were
destitute of rings. She scorned the
wedding circlet then.
"Harry was a good fellow at col-
lege” he said “out he was always
too easily influenced could not refuse
bls money.”
Mrs. Reynolds tried to look as is
she did not comprehend.
“1 tried to do all I could for him;
He is two years younger than lam.
He was very good in Greek Do you
know if he keeps it up at all?”
“How in the world should I know”
said the beauty smiling.
Mr. Doroman smiled also—it was in-
fectious.
"Weil he is your husband—isn’t
he-”
“J suppose so” she replied but the
smile died and her tone was tragic.
“Don’t talk about him any more.”
Mr. Doroman hated himself tor the
insult he had paid bis daughter in
talking her over with such a woman
accordingly there was an ugly sneer
in bis next question.
“By all means Jet us drop conjugal
allusions it you wish it. Let us talk
about the president?’
“Ob I don’t know much about poli-
tics except that papa and brother
Hubert are republicans and Annie’s
people—Annie is my sister-in-law
are all democrats. Mother says when
Anna’s father comes: ‘Mind—no poli-
tics ’ I read that article of yours on
the Tariff though. Some of it was
lovely. Papa said that it was copied
all over the country.”
"How astonishingly flattering the
wretch can be.” thought Mr. Doro-
man steeling his heart. “What an
‘ingenue’ actress the boards have
lost.”
“I don’t mean the president of the
United States Mrs. Reynolds I mean
the president of this railroad Patrick
Carleton.”
She laughed musically.
"What on earth should we talk
about him for. I hardly know the
man. I don’t know anything about
him except that he is awfully fat.
Papa invited him to dinner once or
twice and be patronized me dread-
fully.”
This was too bold an effrontery.
Tbe ugly sneer repeated itself.
“Why do you call him Pat and
drive his four-in-band and go to the
theatre with him and—?”
She raised her band and cried with
an indignant break in ber voice:
“How dare you say such things?
Why be is a married man. He has
an invalid wife and five children. I
wouldn’t drive In his coach to save
him.”
Tbe sternness in Diroman’s nature
rose to the surface.
“You are a married woman” he
cried and have I not beard you say
such things to that handsome sludeni
as no wife sbould say? We are told
that meu never moralize to a pretty
woman but it seems to me that
you have some gentle qualities
some glimmer of better motives
than are imputed to you by
the world at large. Poor Har-
ry is not a strong character but
ne is your husband after all and you
have no right to drag bis name
through the dust.”
The train gave a fearful lurch and
she threw her hands desparingly
over the table which the porter had
put up in front of them for the fruit.
She buried her head in tbe shelter
thus afforded and sobbed bitterly.
Mr. Doroman had not expected
anything like this. The porter might
come through at any minute the
conductor was very liable to be on bls
rounds.
“Pray Mrs. Reynolds” he began
but be heard from the bowed bead:
“Let me alone don’t speak to me I
guess I can cry as much as I like.
I’ve. I’ve got reason enough to
and papa and brother Herbert both
know you so well Papa stayed with
you at the club once when he was in
your city at a convention. O!dearO!
dear I wish I was dead. You dare
to lecture me and Insult me.”
“It you will calm yourself Mrs.
Reynolds I will apologize and leave
thb CW.”
O! don’t do that I should be fright-
ened to death? She raised her face
and exclaimed in a tone ot mingled
anguish shame and relief.
Well I’ll tell you the truth I’m
not Mrs. Reynolds. There you are.
I just borrowed her pass!”
A great light broke over Doroman’s
soul but Le asked “How could you
borrow her pass?”
“Well you see I have been visiting
Uncle Hi and Aunt Lucy at Middle-
ton have been there tor five weeks.
Mrs. Reynolds was visiting in the
town too she was staying with the
Van Burgs. Papa would not let me
be introduced to ber in Cincinnati
but I met ber everywhere in Middle-
ton. To make a long story short my
Cousin Charlie gambled away three
hundred dollars just before I left. He
said if be didn’t get the money and
his father found out what he had
done he’d kill himself. Then I con-
sulted Mrs. Reynolds and she went
with me to pawn ail the jewelry I
had (that’s why I haven't any rings
on) and lent me her pass. She would
have lent me money but she’d spent
all she brought. You see I gaveCnarlie
the money for my ticket and for
the rings I pawned. It was nearly
enough. I thought no one would
ever know and I would send back the
pass from Cincinnati. The student
you said was my second cousin Chris-
topher; he has been in love with me
a good while or thinks he has. There
is no reason why I shouldn’t listen to
him if I wanted to * * • My real
name is Bertha Epingham.”
“What! Herbert Epingham’s
daughter and Hubert junior’s sister.
No wonder you knew of me. Now
my dear young lady vou have had a
close call to a very bad scrape. I am
indeed a friend ot your lather
and brother and so I shall ask
you to put yourself in my
care for the rest of this journey. In
tbe first place give me the reprehen-
sible pass which in your father’s
name I shall mail to its owner at tbe
next station.”
Bertha meekly produced it feeling
as she did so that she cast from her
some evil thing. Mr. Doroman put it
in bis pocket and -then looked at his
watch.
“Nine fifteen” he said. “Now at
10:10 we stop for three-quarters of an
hour at Parkersburg. My aunt is go-
ing down to Cincinnati with me for a
few days and it will be pleasant for
for you to know her. We will drive
up from the depot after her.”
Mrs. Gainsborough Mr. Doroman’s
aunt was much surprised at tbe sight
of her nephew. He took her into the
library.
“Aunt Mary I will explain all this
later to you but you must come down
to Cincinnati with me and take care
of Herbert Epingbam’s daughter.
She has fallen into the hands of Har-
ry Reynold’s wife and—”
Mrs. Gainsborough needed no more.
She produced a satchel and drove
back with tbe delighted Bertha to the
train who found the rest ot the trip
quite as charming as tbe first bad
been disastrous.
« « «
A few days later Mrs. Har-
ry Reynolds received back her
pass with the following note:
“Mr. Epiugbam returns to Mrs. Rey-
nolds tbe pass loaned to his daugh-
ter and requests that tbe acquain-
tance begun in Middleton may not
be continued in Cincinnati.”
Six months later Mr. and Mrs.
Doroman accompanied by two pretty
cnildren were speeding toward the
Pacific coast in a Pullman car. It
was really their wedding journey
but the children protected them from
popular comment.
Little Grace wondered why her
pretty new motber blushed at a mys-
terious remark of ber iatber’s.
“I have one debt which stands
against you yet Bertha. This is not
the first time 1 have paid your railway
fare.”
“George how dare you !”
“Why sweetheart I explained to
the conductor on our first |ourney to-
gether that you had accidentally left
your own pass and taken Mrs. Rey-
nolds’. I said you had sent tbe
money by me to pay your way. Then
I invented Aunt Mary out of whole
cloth to chaperone you. She had no
more idea of going to Cincinnati that
night than tbe moon ”
Bertha sat bewildered for a mo-
ment then her face lighted up.
“Write a short story and call it:
“How Miss Epingham Cheated tbe
Companyl”
’ PROPOSALS FOR ORDNANCE SUP-
PLIES. —San Antonio Arsenal San An-
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posals in triplicate will be received at
this'Arsenal until 10 o’clock A. M. on
MONDAY JULY 181892 for furnishing
Rope Forage Iron Leather Lumber
Fuel Tools Paints Oils &c. during the
fiscal year ending June 30 1893. Printed
lists of supplies needed with full instruc-
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nance Department U. S. A.. Command-
ing. 6-20-4 t 7-15 2t
CONSUMPTION.
i bare a positive remedy fur tbe above disease; by I w
mb thousands of casse of the worst kind and Ok long
standi have been cured indeed so strong is my
tn its efficacy that I will send TWO BOTTIS mn.wiis
* VALUABLE TREATISE on t tis disease to Su/ .ui
•erw who will send me their E■tness and P.O. address
v. A. Slocum. M O. 181 Pearl S* - N. Y.
Pears’
Soap
Whoever wants soft
hands smooth hands white
hands or a clear complex-
ion he and she can 1 have
both; that is if the skin is
naturally transparent; un-
less occupation prevents.
The color you want to
avoid comes probably nei-
ther of nature or work but
of habit.
Either you do not wash
effectually or you wash too
effectually; you do not get
the skin open and clean or
you hurt it.
Remedy.—Use Pears’
Soap no matter how much;
but a little is enough if you
use it often.
All sorts of stores sell it especially
druggists; all sorts of people use it.
SULPHUR BATHS.
The Natural Hot Sulphur Bathing
J tablisbment at the Southwestern
Park Ie now open. Hack to the
grounds leaves the I. & G. N. ticket
office Alamo plaza at 8 and 11 a. m.
and 3 and 7 p. m. 6 10 Im
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