San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-10-20

Brown TO Watcn DeSlQe ner, Jne Old |
gentleman spoke confidentially to Dr.
Watson.
II think you will have to avoid show
ing any attention to my daughter for a
time" he said, "'as she has conceived
some foolish prejudice against you. 1t
is the within of a mere child, and / trust
you will regard it lightly, but am con-
WINGED by her manner during the drive
this afternoon, and by her swoon, that
she is considerably excited over this
matter.
"You have been very courteous and
kindly attentive to her, as it is your
nature to be, l am sure, toward all her
sex. But l think it would be wise to
take no further notice of her for some
time to come-until she outgrows this
within of hers"
DR.. Watson leaned near the old gentle
man and laid one hand on his shoulder,
and spoke in low. grave voice:
MY dear friend, l do not wish to
alarm YOU" he said. Eyes, have been
studying your daughters mental CON-
dition ever since l first entered your
service. She has most remarkably
sensitive nervous organization, and it
has been greatly shocked by events to
| which / need not refer. Unless she re-
ceives medical attention fear for her.
| 81 beg you to leave her care entirely
to me. Miss Brown understands her
condition, and we have both wished to
conceal the danger from you, but since
/ hox 20, hot
know the facts. Ignore any within the
child may have; pacify her as best you
may for the time being, and leave the
result with me. You shall not regret it."
The old man pressed the doctors hand
and tears came to his eyes.
Nor shall you ever regret your inter-
est in me and mine," he said. Thank
God, l have money enough to pay you
for this sacrifice of your whole time and
skill in my service while live, and you
shall not be forgotten when die"
4 The eyes of the doctor glowed like
Goals of fire as he babe his patient good
night and stepped out into the hall.
4 At the door of her mistress's room
Miss Brown stood waiting for him, fear
in her eyes. he put his finger to his lip.
do not be alarmed" he whispered.
1.-The swoon was nothing. 1t may occur
again. Keep cool always, and remem-
Der our compact in the Wagner car,
when you promised to aid me. You
shall be well paid for it,.
And he slipped crisp bank note into
her willing hand. She bowed her head.
Tonight, at o'clock" he continued,
''if Your young mistress takes her violin
and plays an air from Faust donot speak
to her or disturb her. Let her follow her
own will. 1t may not happen, and yet
such an event is liable TO occur"
He passed on to his room, and Miss
Brown entered the apartment which she
occupied with her young mistress, who
was now sunk in profound slumber.
| An hour and IA half after midnight the
sweet strainsof q violin breathing an air
ifrom Faust fioated through the apart
ment house.
| A woman who lived across the hall
heard it, and remarked to her husband
that if ever a set of cranks lived on earth
it was the people opposite.
| DIR. Watson heard the music and
laughed softly in his room, while his
eyes glowed like Goals of fire.
Miss Brown both saw the player and
heard her music and muttered with pale
lips, us he man or deviE'
Just moth later, a man who had
been sitting in Chickering hall watching
4 Ll,a sc oil
man, the hypnotist and mind reader,
rose and walked out before the close Of
;he entertainment.
| A young man sitting near the aisle
glanced up at him, slightly annoyed at
| The disturbance caused by his exit.
al have seen that face before" he
thought, as the man passed ON.
The exhibition grew in interest and
he young man turned his attention to
he stage; but the face of the person who
iad Just gone out danced before him in
irritating suggestiveness, jsst eluding
:he grasp of his tantalized memory.
where did 1 see him before% no
thought, and then, like a mirage, the
scene reflected in the mirror of the Wag-
ner drawing room car two months pre-
gious flashed before the minds eye of
Harry Henshail.
He arose and dashed out Of the hall
In the crowds of people hurrying to
and fro in every direction it was impos-
ible to tell whittier the man had gone.
He hailed cab, hurried to his studio,
made careful sketch of the face he had