San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-10-28

lated, as the hapless Captain knew per.
fectly well, to a watch contided to the care
of so tdnte ten days ago.
Monsieur had had the ill-fortune to drop
that in the hall of the hotel An hour be-
fore. on leaving.
''Some thief of waiter" said the Cap
tain, shamefacedly, felt in my pockets,
when he brushed my clothes"
The manager shrugged his shoulders,
and would have nothing to say to that ac-
cusation, and the unfortunate Captain,
with the accusing ticket in his hand-evid
ence of nearly fortnight's absolute pow
erty-stared blankly before him. At this
moment a knock sounded at the door, and
the manager, opening it, revealed an os-
tentatious BritOn, in gorgeous fur coat,
frogged all down the front, and an offens-
lively brilliant hat cooked jauntily on one
side of his head.
For Gods sake Daisyr' said the Cap
tain, feebly, have you got any money
about you? They're talking about turning
me out here and haven't cent"
"Money, my boy?" responded the timely
Daisy, staggering into the room, and
pulling off his fur-rimmed gloves as if he
were boxer getting rid of the muffiers
after victorious encounter. What's the
damage? Anything up to fifty thousand
francs Pm game for"
He opened his furred overcoat with a
rollicking swagger, and thrusting an
over ewelled hand into an inner pocket.
threw swollen pocket-book upon the bed
room table
Help yourself, my boy. Pay the black
ri 10 inn of fhagp
damned foreigners! Pay him, begad, md
slang him"
The fat pocket-boOk was actually cram,
med with bank notes for thousand
francs. The Captains eye, which had
naturally a frozen look, glittered as he saw
this; but he selected one note from the
bulky roll with perfect quiet, and handed
it with silent dignity to the manager
Then never was man more abashed, more
Inundated, more desOlate, or more fluent
in declaration of these sentiments. Mon
sieur lie Captaine would confess himself
that the circumstances had looked strange
If he (the manager) had been the proprie
tor of the hotel it was simply inconceiva-
BILE that he could have acted as he had
done; but he was a salaried servant, re-
spOnsible to company, and had only fol-
lowed instructions from which he had no
power to depart.
II see," said the Captain, THAT you have
made out my bill for the whole day. l
will dine here, therefore, and after dinner
shall leave your house. Where are you
staying, Daisy"
"pm not staying anywhere. Eve just
come up from the sunny South by the
train of luxury. Pll dine here, with you.
It's showing like the very devil"
II have told this fellow" said Captain
Medhurst, that | leave the hotel to-
night"
Should think so, by lingo! Beastly
impertinence! English gentleman! All
damn fine! Why don't you slang the fell
low Give him tongue walking. l
would, begad, if spoke the lingo as you
do"
81 have expressed my opininon of him
already" said Medhurst, with dignity.
You can send up the receipted bill and
the change" he added, to the manager,
who withdrew with an air of Difference,
and offered no further excuses
whats it mean, Daisy9" the Captain
asked when they were alone. The man in
the fur coat sat on the bed. and majesti'
cally twirled his musta ache and his glitter
ing rings, smiling and wagging his mead
with mingled pride and cunning. By-and-
by he hooked finger at the pOcket-book
which still lay on the table, and gave a
leary wink. The Captain, readily trans.
lating these signs, handed him the wealthy
volume. His fingers fingered on it as the
owner accepted it, and the two looked at
each Other-Medhurst puzzled and curl
Gus, and the other man beaming with
cOmplacency. How did you get hold Of
all that pile?"
Aha! my boy" responded the new
conner, returning his property to his peck
ct, ''how do you think | got hold of it?
I'll tell you what it is, Medhurst. The
Martingale is as good as gold. I've tried
it, and that's the result of one nights
work. | don't say you can do it every
day, because there are times when the
luck runs against the best system in the
world"
You've been at Monte CarlOy" said the
other; you've been playing at the tables
there?n
. That's it, my boy. That's where l
have been, and that's what I've been do
ing"
''Of all the incurable asses | ever met, ]"
cried Medhurst, you're the stupidest!
You risked my hundred as well as your
own, know. It's not bit of use telling
me that you didn't. l wouldn't believe you
if you gave me your oath about it,"
The Daisy, who had been satircally
christened by the name of the wee, mod
est, crimson-tippit flower in compliment
to his general efflorescence, wagged his
head with completely satisfied air. and
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