San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-10-03

on the part of Messrs De We're and Med
hurst This consideration sent him out
with the painter on his afternoon expedi-
ton, although he had almost determined
to take the next train homeward.
You tell me-" he said, bent upon offer
ing the proposed enlightenment as natur-
ally as possible, that you are not dis
turbed by an onlooker?"
Not an ATOM" Paul protested. Il like
it, so long as man has the sense TO hold
his jaw at the right times"
And you think may have?" asked the
millionaire.
81 think" said Paul, with the candor
which distinguished him, that you'd do
it if asked you to: and / think | should
ask you pretty smart if you wanted it,"
There was a good humOr mingled with
this brutal outspokennesS which seemed
to indicate a certain surety of being I'M
derstood in friendly fashion, and dis
armed it of all offensiveness.
I'm that case" said the millionaire, who
was growing more at home every minute,
81 will come with you l am a painter
myself in o clumsy, amateur kind Of
way"
"there are lots of tools here, and you can
take turn at it, If | saw another fellow
painting anything half as ripping as the
scene Pm at should get real mad if l
couldn't daub as we'll"
But this invitation was declined, the
amateur having no heart to set his crudi-
ties side by side with the work of an &C.
complished artist. The two slipped their
coffee together, and the painter smoked
leisurely pipe, and then they set out again.
you seemed little astonished just
now" SAID the millionaire, bent upon the
fulfillment of the duty he had set before
himself, that / should remember your
name. 1t happens to be the name of
rather intimate friend of mine"
'Oh!" said Paul, indifferently.
she is said," the millionaire continued,
with CHASTITY, uncomfortable sense that
he was boasting of his own despised dol
lars or, at the very least, was Dragging of
his association with their owner, "he is
said to be an immensely wealthy man. He
is the last man in the world, l am sure, to
think that the money makes him person
ally considerable" e
He felt that he was laundering, and
paused. His companion did not seem to
be particularly interested in the wealth Of
the man who bore his name.
1T is quite possible" the millionaire
went on, speaking more abruptly, in his
nervousness, than he could have done if
ne had been entirely self-possessed, that,
bearing the same name, and being, like
him, an American, you may sometimes be
taken for him"
The painter let out great laugh at this,
and stopped IN his swinging walk to have
his laugh out with the more convenience.
When it was over, he went on again, with
an expression suddenly grown thoughtful.
'Do you know" he said, swinging round
upon his companion and bringing himself
to dead stand. Pm half inclined to
think that that has happened; Pm really
more than half inclined to think that it
has happened. Upon my soul and body,
now! am very much inclined to think
that that has happened"
His voice grewintrospective and thought
full, and when he turned to go on again, he
went slowly, and with occasional reflec-
tive pauses in his walk.
where does he hail from-this Paul
Jones?" he asked, after an interval.
New York"
"Why, so do /, for the last twelve
months past. Is he supposed to be on his
travels round here?"
II saw his name in anewspaper in Paris,
when we were both there, saying that he
stayed in the same hotel with u.s."
Great JUPITER said Paul, speaking
more than half to himself 81 wonder if
that accounts for everything. It's odd you
have struck on that, now But then, you
knew about the names, and l didn't.
What's he reckoned to be worth, this Paul
Jones?"
II should be puzzled to tell you," the
millionaire answered lamely, with the
shame-faced braggart sensation return
ing, stronger than before. Il have heard
him quoted often as fifty-million man"
Scott said the painter Dye think
it's true?"
II believe So"
"Well; he ought to be crucified! No
mans got the right to own heap like that
and never offer to split it with his name
sakes. thought l was the only Paul
Jones going-since the pirates day-and
| reckon there can't be many of us. A
million apiece couldn't hurt him much,
among us. Anyway, if l fall across him,
I'll put in my claim first, before the other
JOneses have time to get loafing round.
First come, first served" He laughed
there, and then went on again, more seri-
ously, Il couldn't think it, of course, be-
cause didn't know it; but wonder if it's
that what makes those British swells so
complacent with me? The Majors very
other sort, and he's been just as smooth as
cream, all along. | don't blame them.
mind you" he added, with hearty honesty.