San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-06-02

--rr--y airiness of manner, fluttered in and out
or cares, where he shook hands with garrison
officers and mixed an absinthe with the
nicely of old experience; in and out of shops,
from which he returned laden with costly
fruits, real turtle, magnificent piece of
silk for his wife, a preposterous cane for him
SELF and KEPT of the newest fashion for the
boy; in and out of the telegraph office,
whence he dispatched his telegram, and
where, three hours later, he received an an
swer promising a visit on the morrow; and
generally pervading Fontainebleau with the
first fine aroma of his divine good humor.
The sun was very low when they set forth
again; the shadows of the forest trees ex-
tended across the broad white road that led
them home; the penetrating odor of the
evening wood had already arisen, like
cloud of incense, from that broad field Of
tree tops; and even in the streets of the town,
where the air had been baked all day be-
tween white walls, it came in whiffs and
pulses, like distant music. Half way home
the last gold flicker vanished from a great
oak upon the left; and when they came forth
beyond the borders of the wood, the plain
was already sunken in pearly grayness, and
great, pale moon came swinging skyward
through the tilmy poplars.
The doctor sung, the doctor whstled, the
doctor talked He spoke of the woods, and
the wars, and the deposition of dew; he
frightened and babbled of Paris; he scared
into cloudy bombast on the glories of the
political arena All was to be changed as
the day departed it took with it the vestiges
Of an outworn existence, and to-morrow's
sun was to inaugurate the new. Enough"
| he cried, ''of this life of maceration!" His
| wife still beautiful, or he was sadly partiaD
| was to be no longer buried she should now
| shine before society. Jean-Marie would find
| the world at his feet; the roads open to sue
cess, wealth, honor and posthumous renown
"And oh, by the way" said he, "for Gods
sake keep your tongue quiet! You are, of
course, very silent fellow; it is quality
gladly recognize in you-silence, golden
silence! But this is a matter of gravity. No
| word must get abroad; none but the good
Casimir is to be trusted; we shall probably
dispose of the vessels in England"
"But are they not even ours9" the boy said,
almost with sob-it was the only time he
had spoken.
''Ours in this sense, that they are nobody
else's," replied the doctor. But the state
would have some claim. If they were stolen,
| for instance, we should be unable to demand
| their restitution; we should have no title;
we should be unable even to communicate
with the police. Such is the monstrous con-
| dition of the law 1t is a mere instance of
| what remains to be done, of the injustices
that may yet be righted by an ardent, active
and philosophical deputy"
Jean-Marie put his faith in Mme Desprez;
| and as they drove forward down the road
| from Bourron, between the rustling poplars,
| he prayed in his teeth, and whipped up the
| horse to an unusual speed. Surely, as soon
as they arrived, madame would assert her
| character and bring this waking nightmare
| to an end.
Their entrance into Gretz was heralded and
accompanied by most furious barking; all
| the dogs in the village seemed to smell the
| treasure in the noddy But there was no one
in the street, save three lounging landscape
| painters at Tentaillon's door, jean Marie
| opened the green gate and led in the horse
| and carriage; and almost at the same mo-
ment Mime. Desprez came to the kitchen
| threshold with lighted lantern; for the
moon was not yet high enough to clear the
| garden walls
"Close the gates, jean Marie!" cried the
| doctor, somewhat unsteadily aighting. can
astasie, where is Alinef
'She has gone to Montereau to see her
parents" said madame.
GAIL is for the bestr' exclaimed the doctor,
fervently. Here, quick, come near to me;
do not wish to speak too loud" he con
tinued. Darling, we are wealthy"
"Wealthyn repeated the wife.
81 have found the treasure of Franchard,"
replied her husband. "See, here are the first
fruits;a pineapple, dress for my ever
beautiful-it will suit her-trust husbands,
trust lovers taste Embrace me, darling
This grimy episode is over; the butterfly I'M
| folds its painted wings Tomorrow Casimir
will come; in week we may be in Paris
happy at lastl You shall have diamonds
Jean-Marie, take it out of the boot with re-
| ligious care and bring it piece by piece into
the dining room. We shall have plate at tablet
Darling, hasten and prepare this turtle; it
| will be whet-it be will an addition to our
meager ordinary. 1 myself will proceed to
the cellar. We shall have bottle Of that
| little Beaujolais you like, and finish with the
Hermitage; there are still three bottles left
| Worthy wine for worthy OCCASION"
But, my husband; you put me in a
whirl," she cried. ~ do not comprehend"
''The turtle, my adored, the turtle!" cried
the doctor; and he pushed her toward the
kitchen, lantern and all.
Jean-Marie stood dumfounded. he had
pictured to himself different scene-a more