San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-06-19

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The poor animal seemed 10 hare q ScyLS.
o. the fate that lCdS impending.
He began at once series of furtive
excursions to the Barranca, finding many
different ways of getting there. At one
time he would go by way of Campo
Florido, us if setting out simply for
Cruce NivO: again he started up from
the other side of Las Delicias, and sue
ceeded in picking path over the almost
insuperable lava beds; and sometimes he
would fetch a compass even as far away
as Rio FriO, a large town in another dis
trict, where he pretended to sell some of
his horses or mules From Rio FriO he
got access to the gorge by way Of Lake
JOrnada, a body of water some fifteen
miles in its longest dimension There
was a settlement at its lower end, with a
rude glass factory. The end near the
Barranca was entirely desOlate, fire.
luented only by few lonely alkali
gatherers, who collected the alkali to be
sold to the glass factory aforesaid.
In this new way of life he had to shun
Perez as well as others, so that at last
the worthy captain was piqued at the
rebuffs he met with.
The fact is" said Walter, my guar
dams are little dissatisfied with our
friendship You know how it is; we
have spoken Of it before Women will
get whims into their heads. Let each
go his way separately a little while.
The notion will not last long, and it will
be all for the better for us when it is
over
The same Clrcumspection was used by
Walter in disposing of the product he
collected in his watchings. \ part of
the metal he concealed in the gorge it.
self, part Of it became growing hoard
at Cruce NivO, and another part still,
at his home with the unsuspecting Ar
rOyo ladies: and, finally, one more re-
pOsitory was established at lonely spot
OH the alEaE whitenened shores of Lake
Jornada
During this time no words OF more
than merely friendly import passed be-
tween the pair who should have been
lovers. Walter did not return to that
mood the meaning Of which had seemed
hardly equivOcal.
All, well" reflected Amy, 81 am the
sole cOnfdant of his secret am his
copartner in so great and hazardous an
enterprise. Ought not that to be enough
for the present: When this is over, who
can there be to whom he will owe more
gratitude than to myself: When it is all
over, who knows? Perhaps-perhaps."
1t was agreed between them that when
ever Walter was absent he should every
day at a certain hour trouble the waters
of the travertine basin, that the effect
might appear in the spring at Las Deli
ciaS The actual existence of such a
connection had been established by suffi-
Gent trials, and Amy went as often as
possible-she could not do so quite with
out fail-tO see her basin thus strangely
surge and splash This singular means
of communication, rude as it was, was
source of much reinsurance to her. By
it she could at least tell his whereabouts,
aooNnle IlldI uc was well, duu De sure he
thought of her why" she often
sighed, "can not send a message to him
alSO?"
The golden flow, according to the best
estimates to be made, was producing
every day many thousand dollars, but
neither of them could realize this as solid
and tangible value 1t seemed rather
some game ofsplendid dreams and figures
purely mythical at which they were play
ing.
At last Walter came and mooted a
wholly new plan.
Il am Overpowered with uneasiness; l
do not have one moments peace" he
said. when | am away from the Bar
ranca am constantly tortured by the
fear that the flow has stopped, that some
body else has got access to it, that l am
not doing the utmost to secure it, or that
| have been or shall be followed in going
in or out.
1t was but too evident in his looks how
mental turmoil and bodily labor were
wearing him out.
THE last time went I'D by FL Jas