San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-06-13

Good morning, sir, d" said Tom,
profession tad NOT t:Gll.iis t. him, and,
not being weighted down by gold in his
pockets, he had gradually risen from one
floor to another, until at length he mad
found himself, architecturally speaking,
above all his fellow tenants. To go
higher was impossible He was not yet
light enough to live in the empty air,
although If things went on as they had
been going it looked us if he would have
to live on it.
Because man is poor in New York it
does not always follow that he is
scoundrel, or even that he is incompe-
tent. Tom Bannick, at all events, was
neither, He was born of a good North
of Ireland family, and had been thor
oughly educated at Dublin university.
After supplementary career in law he
came to America with ten thousand
pounds in his pocket, and an impression
that he was going to make large fort
une Curiosity and temper hospitable
to adventure drew him to the western
states, where for dozen years he had
very lively and interesting time of it,
He twice lost all his money, and once
was worth couple of hundred thousand
dollars. These vicissitudes, it must be
confessed, were not incident to the regu-
lar practice of his PROFESSIONALS specu-
lated in land and mining properties, and
the inevitable ups and downs followed.
After his second reverse he tossed up
cent by way of determining whether he
should follow the law or go to Califor-
MIA and prospect for gold. The cent
came up heads, and he chose law &C
cordingly. The many friends he had
made and his knowledge of mining got
him plenty of business, and it turned
out that he was better manager of
other peoples affairs than of his own.
He was making fair income when it
came into his head that he might do still
better in New York.
There is plenty of money in New York,
but, like the fairy gold of the legends,
it has way of vanishing just when you
think you have your hands on it. Tom
Bannick was sound lawyer and man
of excellent Judgment, but he was in
corrigibly honest. He was conscientious
to degree that caused his colleagues to
shrug their shoulders He objected to
taking up doubtful cases ION spec.," and
to defending causes which seemed to
him to involve thlevery. He had no in
iuential friends to back him up, and he
was not politician. On the other hand,
he sometimes advocated case that ap-
pealed to his sympathies, even when it
did not pay him much. Altogether he
was not success. He had lately mar
ried pretty little wife, who had made
him very happy, and whom he would
have liked to make very rich. She was
good manager, but there was no magic
dwarf to help her spin the domestic
straw into gold.
One October morning Mr.. Bannick ar
rived at his Office about ten o'clock, and
ascertained from the pale faced and Gym
ical urchin in charge of the anteroom
that no one had yet called there-a piece
of news which custom had robbed of its
startling features. He then entered the
inner room, hung up his coat, lit cigar
cite, and sitting down in his revolving
chair began to read the newspaper. The
French indemnity, it appeared, was paid.
Louis Napoleon was not expected to- live.
Count Lucien de Lisle, the Mexican mill
ionaire was stopping at the Brevoort
House. Stocks were dull. Mrs. Harry
Trent entertained few friends at din
ner last night.
$50 she has reentered the world, has
she?" said Tom Bannick to himself.
"Well, by George, she's got the money!
I wish it had been that poor Raven girl!
Hullo! What's that?'
The outer door had opened, and some
one was in the anteroom.
Must be that beggar about the piano
rent! Well, if he'd collect my bad debts,
I'd nav him. | think I'll offer him the
commission. No, tisn't he. Can't be a.
A client, he would have said, but it
didn't seem worth while to hazard the
supposition. Nevertheless he slipped the
newspaper into the wastepaper basket,
threw open his desk and had taken up
his pen to write the day of the month at
the head of a sheet of blank paper, when
the Office boy opened the door.
"Gentleman to see you, sir, he said,
and handed over card. 1t bore the
name and title Count Lucien de Lisle."
"Why, that's the chap at the Bre-
voortI" muttered Mr.. Brannick. "Show
the gentleman in, Jacob" he added.
A tall man entered, removing his silk
hos as he dIi sd "a z-A.G.&aSdsome