San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-19
Copyright by ]. B. Upptncott Company. and pub
lished by special arrangement with them.

him out OF the conversation until they
reached the hotel entrance. Then La
tour said to the lady:
SLOW wonderfully you have borne the
heat, fatigue and danger! And you
have eaten nothing SINCE
He interrupted himself to throw his
arm suddenly around her. Lady Mar
tindale, with perversity truly feminine,
had reeled in her saddle as he spoke; and
he caught her just as she slid from it in
dead faint.
81 can carry her." Lord Martindale
said, bluntly, springing from his horse.
He took her in his arms as though she
were an infant, but with the tenderness
of a mothers touch and with great
love softening his face. But the Briton's
horror of scene in public rose even
then, and he passed rapidly through the
few sleepy donkey boys. alone visible at
that hour
Reaching Lady Martindale's apart
ments, they were found open, but Pear
son, her maid, absent; AID Latour-who
followed. pare but very calm-rang
fiercely for her.
cit is nothing, my lord-only faint
from over excitement" Latour said, feed
ing for the missing pulse anxiously.
You had best cut the laces of her habit.
Have you any ammonia
''Some III this; chloroform, too" he
answered, Juggling heavy travelling
case onto the marble slab. But it was
locked: and the heavy hasp resisted his
strength. A pair of scissors were forced
under it; the lock yielded with loud
snap. Unbalanced by the recoil. it slid
from the table with a heavy thud, send
ing toilet bottles rolling over the rug.
The force of the fall burst locked port
folio flap. also; and letters, cards and
photographs scattered about the floor.
But the ammonia was found, and
gradually the blood began to show IN
der the pallid olive of her skin. Then the
heavy eyelids grew tremulous and
shivering sigh parted the purplish lips;
but the slim white hand the soldiers
chafed gave no returning warmth.
Has she been subject to these turnsT
he asked Lord Martindale, who was
hastily unscrewing shoppers and shifting
at the bottles.
Scarcely: once before-at Paris, after
one of our opera suppers with Gen. Ey-
erett. Here's the chloroform"
He poured the fluid literally upon q
handkerchief, and was about to place it
to her lips as Sir Roger Arnyffe pushed
aside the portiere and hastily entered
the room, most aprOpos.
The surgeon quickly tested pslse sqd
temperature. Then more anxiousay he
tried the heart, saying abruptly:
''Haye you used that id stuff No!
Then throw that handkerchief Ont of
the window. Hand me that ammonia.
Cut her stays and get her to bed; we
must get her heart action regular again"
Latour waited in the outer room until
Sir Roger came out and said:
''She is over it now; quite herself and
breathing easily. She sends you word
to go to breakfast, as your last words
she heard reminded her that none of you
had had any"
The Creole marched over to his own
quarters and promptly swallowed a
heavy draaght of eognac. Fasting since
yesterdays dinner anxiety and exercise
made even his iron nerves shsky enough
to need tine unusual stimulsnt Then
hasty tub, a few brief orders for the day,
and he threw himself upon bis divan.
The furnace heat of Egyptian high
nooa poured down without, but within
the windows closed at dawn retained
the GOODNESS of the night air. Only faint
sounds crept in from street or court be-
low, mingling soothingly with the bub-
bling of Latour's water pipe. Soon its
tube slipped from his fingers. and he
slept heavily and dreamlessly.
1t was near sunset when he awoke
from long, refreshing sleep. Then he
dired hastily and walked to the hotel.
Her ladyship is much better" Lord
Martindale replied to his anxious query.
''Sir Roger said it was nervous ex-
haustion-heat and excitement, you
know. Deuced glad you came. though.
Tho canssL gexerR! is very urgent for
me to come and give rim details Of the
capture; and must keep the thing out
of the papers, really"
81 have nothing to do, and will stay
here gladly" Latour answered quietly.
But his heart beat faster, and his lips
almost formed the words that rushed to
them as the other turned away:
Poor devil! He loves her, too!'
'TShan't be gone long" Lord Martin
dale said at the door. Then he turned
suddenly, adding, by Jovei l almost