San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-19

Tins was the DAY or Crisis. Out62Qe
the mowfakes few faster and more
binding, pedestrians turned up coat
collars about their ears. and the few cab
horses left at the stands seemed mutely
begging pity and shelter. Inside DR..
Minot nodded comfortably in an easy
chair before the fire. waiting the wax
ing SO meningful; Adrien Latour, at
the window, gnawed his mustache in
restless thought, mechanically counting
the few street lamps now visible through
the storm.
Suddenly movement in the bed, and
both watchers started forward to see tho
longed for sanity in the eyes of Dale
Everett feebly turned from one to the
other. Gradually memory crept into
them, now steadily fixed on Latour; tho
wasted fingers crept out to his hand, and
as the Creole bowed his head over them
Dale whispered feebly:
"Letter-came-dear old boyi"
Then, closing his eyes in very weari-
ness Of content, he slept softly.
"Win he get well?' Adrien whispered
eagerly.
"How the devil can tellT' again an
swered old Minot, this time rather husk-
lily and with suspicious moisture in his
eyes. And he blew his nose trumpet
like before he added, watching and
tonics and he's all right now"
Since the day his appointment as ca
Diet reached him in Paris, Latour had
never felt the joy that now thrilled
through him. When the doctor left he
sat before the glowing Goals dreaming,
while the snow fell faster without and
darkness crept into the sick room. But
he heard nothing save the regular breath
ing of his sleeping friend. saw moth
ing but pictures of tho long past in the
glowing vistas of the sea coal.
Suddenly he felt light touch on his
shoulder.
tapped twice. and feared to disturb
him" the new conner said, jerking his
head toward the sleeper. Flows he
getting Song"
Better. Any luck7" Adrien replied
an1iously.
The other motiened him into the par
lor and closed the door before he an
swered. quietly: ~. ,..,. ........-
Lacks not in my line, general Dick
Peermans reputation was made by trust
ing to something better'n that. No
luck" ......-.s .-..... ..
The speaker was wiry, medium sized,
and chose shaven. He was dressed in
scrupulous black, with natty boots and
stitched tan gloves. The hat he had not
removed was fat trimmed. with broad
band of Grape. He was an ordinary man,
with two extraordinary things about
him: one that, coming from the furious
storm, there was no speck OF moisture
GA shiny hat or glossy boota; the other
the cool, incisive, meaningless stare of
Of his keen, gray eyes. Yet Capt. Rich
ard Peerman was the sharpest detechYe
Uncle Sam had ever paid for unearthing
o paymasters little game" in war or
clicking the bracelets" round felons
wrists in peace.
80 you cannot find any clew?" Latour
asked YEARLY; but he eagerly seized the
card the other extended by way of an
,, gwer.
Toughest case ever worked up on
no Chew" the detective said placidly.
items o thousands of 'em exactly alike
In this town. But when Dick PeermaI
goes for thief or woman, either may
as well come down"
| The Creole had read the card over anC
over by the fitful freight. Without re
ply he threw on heavy army cloak, ant
whispering the other to wait stole GU
and softly closed the door.
Through bowling storm and binding
snow the driver of CHANGED on cal
steered I.atour over the East Side, wher
tenemeats swarm with human vermin
where poverty and pestilence stalk han(
in hand through mazes of their ceaseles
carnival. Miles they struggled north
ward, out of the closer district. to wher,
progress had not yet crowded his victim
SO closely; then they stopped before
tall, dingy house, and Latour, springini
out, assembled the crazy stair and pauseC
at every landing.
At last he halted, flood of wonder
ing, plying tenderness sweeping his fac
as he looked around that cherries HON
Of poverty.
Twice he raised his hand, twice h
paused before he tapped nervously upo
the door. The answer came prompt an
sharp, but again he caught his breat
hard before he ventured to lift the Graz
latch.
Over very small fire, in clean bu
almost bare room, sat Miss Tabitha Fa
and her brother. She was only shad
more angular, he far less rotund tina
: of yore: but over the faces of both tim