San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-26
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A TALE OF 4 CARAVAN.
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.

lltN ltlb the cave once more ana
made their way back across the sand
hills, Brnkley pausing to obliterate
their footprints as they went. When
they had proceeded some distance he
paused. and took the girls hand.
Goodbye, Matt" said he. IF it
wasn't for that promised smashing |
should certainly see yOu home"
rThen do" returned Matt. Il don't
care if he does smash me-"
Probably not, but do. 1t would be
an episode in your career whiChit would
not be pleasant To reflect upOn-there-
fore, goodbye, Newfoundland God
bless you, my girl.'
lie gave her fatherly salute upon
the forehead; bright flush overspread
her cheek as she bounded away. Brink
ley watched her until she was out of
sight, then he turned, and strolled
quietly on in the direction of the cara
van.
Its strange game" he said, and
requires careful waiting. wonder what
my next move ought to be-"
lie thought very deeply, but when he
reached the caravan he found he had
come to no definite conclusion as to his
plans. lie therefore partOOk cheerfully
of the repast which Tim had prepared
for him, and after he had smoked a
couple of pipes in the open air he retr-
ed to rest.
The next morning he began ponder
ing again.
Il have got my trump card" he said
to himself, but how to play up to it? |
have a splendid hand. but it will want
sliillful managing if | am to win the
game. One false move would do for
me, for my opponents are crafty as
foxes, and they are two against one.
What is my right move. wonder? |
wish some good fairy would guide me-"
He took out his pipe. which was his
usual CONSIDER, and smoked while he
took few turns on the green sward
outside the caravan.
Suddenly an idea struck him.
Il think I'll pay dOmiciliary visit to
Mr.. Monk" he sad. Il can meet him
now on pretty equal terms. If hint
few things to him. the amiable gentle
man may think of becoming just"
He called up Tim. and sent him on
some trivial errand down to the village.
AS soon as he was well out of the way
BriTkley entered the caravan, produced
some papers from the inner pocket of
his coat, and locked them up securely
in his trunk.
so far so good" he said. my ami
able friend may not be in an amiable
mood, and l don't wish him to get any
advantage of me'
lie did not even take with him the
key of the box, but having attached it
to a small piece of paper, on which were
some written Instructions, he hid it in
the caravan and started off upon his
journey.
1t was dark. gloomy morning, Civ
ing every promise of coming storms.
As he passed through the wood which
surrounded MOnkshurst House. the
wind whistled softly among the trees,
making moan like the sound of hui
man voices.
a gloomy place" said Brinkley; "a
deed might be committed here, and who
would know
The path which he followed was
neglected carriage-driVe. Strewed with
stones, OvergrOwn with weeds. and
bOrdered on either side by the thick
trees of the forest. Presently the trees
parted, and he came in view of the
house.
A large, glOomy-lookimg building, as
neglected ~ the woodland in the center
of which it stood. 1t seemed as if only
a part of it was inhabited. and the large
garden at its back was unprotected by
any wall. and full of OyergrOwn fruit
trees.
The door was opened By grim. elder
ly woman. He inquired for Mr.. Monk,
and was informed that he was at home.
The next minute he was standing in
lonely library. where the owner of the
house was busy writing. Monk rose,
and the two stood face to face.
CHAPTER MI.
BURIED,
1t is not my purpose to describe the
interview which took place betwcemmy
hero and Mr.. Monk. Suffice il to say
that when the young man again emery
ed from the gloomy shadows of the
dwelling there was a curious smile up
on his face, while Mr.. Monk, who had
followed him to the door, and watched