San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-12-29
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STOCK. And night or Two after the same
talent found its way into the hardware
store and captured a box of revolvers. The
harness man was the next to suffer, but he
was hurt the worst, for all the buggy har-
nesses he had been making for the past year,
and intending to display at the fair in Oc-
tober, were taken from their pegs and car
ried away to keep company with the whips
and robes that had gone in previous forays.
"Where you goin', Pittston?" asked the
drayman of the dry goods man as the two
stood at the depot one morning waiting
for the train to the city.
"Oh, going to lay in my fall and winter
stock of goods, " replied the dealer.
"LoadIn' up for the burglars, are your"
queried the drayman, for Riverton could
not soon forget so good joke, and it was
a good joke-this man lying asleep in Lud-
lows grocery while thieves went through
the store.
Pittston made no effort to defend him
self when this lash was applied, but when
| he got on the train he gave himself up to q
very bitter train of reflections.
Some one right in that town is doing
this burglary business" he said to him
self, land am going to try and find out
who it Is"
| The first thing he did when he got to the
! city was 10 look up detective agency He
| told them all about the state of affairs
| down at Riverton, and even detailed the
events Of the night when he had the mis-
fortune to lose his shoes and coat. Then
he said he wanted a good man to 90 down
there and find out who was doing all the
| villainy. He arranged to pay all that was
| necessary to secure the best of service, and
then he went away to the wholesale stores
| for his goods. When he was through-and
| it took less goods this year than formerly
| he went home and waited the advent OF
the city detective. He had paid over one
hundred good dollars on account, and he
began wondering when he was going 70
! get something out of the investment. More
than "A month had passed and there was
not so much as a hint of a detective com
| ing to town But one thing was sure Not
a case of burglary had occurred in all that
! time.
Trade was so dull that Pittston was real
| " getting lonesome. He had rented one
of the front corners of his store to "a sewing
machine agent, and had hoped for time
that he could have pleasant hour or two
now and then visiting with the fellow
| But the agent was a busy man, and no one
ever saw him in the store for more thar
half an hour at time; he was out in town
or somewhere over the country, introduc
ing one of the greatest labor savers in the
kingdom. But he was n very pleasant Eel
low when he did come in, aud Pittston got
| TO liking him better every day.
Getting to be a good deal of gambling in
| this town. said Ludlow one day, as he and
| Pittston stood in the shade in front of theii
stores and looked up and down the street
for some sign of a customer.
"Why;" asked the dry goods man.
well, there is new man at the hote
for the past two weeks, and Boniface says
u he is a gambler"
~ "Whcre does he plays"
] NOh, reckon in a room over one Of the
salcSns. ! see him hanging out at Fitch
er's nN>St Of the timen