San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-04-19
CONTINUED. Commenced April l5.l
UNLUCkY NED.



"Hryland," interrupted Irving who did
not seem 50 hear the hall-whSpprrd reminis-
crncc. ''what dye say Ia tackIing old Cole
man again before We try Scotland Yard and
the agony column Of the ITnIcsf He struck
me as being rdthera knowing old blade. Sup
pose we put the inquiry into his hands-prO-
fCsSionally, you knOw-prOperty which l, as
executor of the late Edward Heyland, wish
TO restore to the hands of his widow and
child, il they be alive, being involved?
'TwOuldn't be bad move, would itH'
''No; you might certainly try it."
Irving came back In cheerful spirits from
his second interview with the lawyers. They
had taken up the case very hopefully, and
assured him it should have their closest at
tentiOn, particularly as it was matter Of
pecuniary benefit accruing to the daughter
of their late esteemed but unfortunate client.
They even limited at the existence of a slight
clue, which they would turn to account at
once. So he had agreed to give them fort
night or ten days clear without haraSsing
them with inquiries.
And now, Heyland old man, don't look
so down in the mouth, for | think | have
done very good mornings work What do
Charles Mathews?' he echoed, rOusing
himself with a start from his liStless tOrpOr.
"Of course: lets see him by all means! What
selfish beast am, Irving! | can think of
nothing but my own troubles and vain specu-
latiOns. In a pretty way indeed I've been
doing the hOnOrs Of my native capital! Let's
go in for a good wholesome round of Christ
mas dissipation. | suppose we shall find
gta
yet?'
Accordingly for the next ten days he tried,
in an aimleSs, feverish way, to keep pace
with the young cOlOmiSt in his healthy crav-
ing for amusement and sightseeing, tried to
appear interested in the me-lit scenes, the
merry music, the wOndrOuS pantOmime
pranks in which he had revelled ten years
before. But all the pleasures of civilization
from which he mad been SO long excluded
served only to irritate him; he lOnged for the
solemn silence of the Australian plains again.
One morning at the beginning of the third
week in December Irving burst into his room
and triumphantly flung a bit of paper upon
the table before him.
Read that, my boy, and never say die
again, If you p'eaSeW
He took up the piece of paper, and read
aloud the words
"tArbutus Lodge, Red Sands Road, Red
Sands, Co. Dublin Well, what does it
mean? What is it to me%'
what is it to yOu-eh? Well, | can't say
only that it was your wife's address less
than three days ago"
IIeyland Sprang to his feet with torrent
of stammering inquiry.
'Stem it, stem it, Heylandr' the other in
teTupted. Il can give you no further infOr-
nation. Last night had line from Cole
man, telling me TO call at his office in the
morning; but, when went there, l found
that he had been summoned away by tele-
gram, only an hour before, to some distant
part of the country. His clerk handed me
the following brief nOte-'ThiS is the address
requested. Lady has been living there some
time. That is all the information can give
YOU"
well, please Heaven, we'll know all we
want to know before tomorrow night Dear
boy, are you ready to start with me? | shall
cross by the Irish mail tbs evening"
The next morning found them in dear
dirty Dublin" whence they departed in the
afternoon for Red Sands, a sleepy little sea-
side town about sixteen miles to the north of
the city.
They put upat rustic hotel kept by a
Mrs. Catherine Flynn, lady of comfortable
and cOmely proportions, who received her
unexpected guests with a festive heartiness
which impressed Irving favOrably.
They lighted their cigars after ordering
dinner, and passed out of the back of the
house through little kitchen-garden, at the
bottom of which line of still wintry sea
creptup the velvet sands with soothing gurg-
ling sound. 1t was a fine frosty evening, and
the purple heavens were studded with in
Vulnerable stars.
II like the smell of the place." said Irving,
with an appreciative sniff. I'VE have good
hour before dinner; let us have a brisk tramp
along these silent sands and get up an appe-
tite."
NO" opposed Heyland half fiercely.
"What dye think Pm made of, man? To
think that | could sleep one night in this
place and not know Tiff am breathing the
same air as sheW
So they turned towards Red Sands Road,
which was not hard to find, being but an
aristocratic continuation of the main street,
ornamented with some dozen or 50 villa resi-
denceS about fifty yards apart.
(Which is Arbutus Lodge? That is the
question: muttered Irving. 81 don't see
how we can lind out in this light. / cannot
distinguish the names on the gate-pOsts. All,
here comes our man, the pOstmanp
"Arbutus Lodge sur?' the man repeated.
"Whv. it's the very house foreninst We SUPP