San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-06-11

bleach lt, perhapS-he would let his beard
grow. He must move out of the country
too; if he could contrive TO get to Europe
so much the better. He must take an
other name, and look forward to life
under totally changed conditions A
new life, lonely life Hencef0rth all
his old friends and acquaintance were
his deadliest enemies. All but one! Olym-
pia had said that she believed in him.
that she loved him and would marry
none but him. Aye, but she, with the
rest of the world, would now think of
him as dead. Death obliterates all things
memory and love and the rest. But
what if he should send her secret mes.
sage or sign informing her of his safety?
He paused in his walk to reflect. No, it
would not do, as the message might mis-
carry: and. if not, what avail to write to
her? She could not come to him. They
could not get married and go off togeth-
er. To know that he was alive might
give her happiness for moment, but in
the long run it could only make her mis-
cradle. Moreover, money would be in
dispensable. and where was it to come
from? He might still paint pictures, it
was true, but it would not be safe to do
so in this country; and as to Europe
1t was better to select soma other pro-
fession. Yet what profession could bring
the immediate returns that We're neces-
sary? Robbery was the only one, and
there were objections to that! How was
he to procure the means of buying his
next meal?
A sudden thought caused him to
search the pockets of his coat and waist
coat-the garments which he had taken
from the dead man.
There were papers and letters, and in
the right hand pocket of the waistcoat
there was a small roll of bills-four or
five in all. 1t was too dark to discern
the denominations, but there could not
be less than five dollars. 1t was enough
for the present; and indeed Keppel,
who still had some traditions of con-
science left, was glad it was not more.
Nobody could feel the loss of so small
sum, and it was of disproportionate value
to Keppel himself.
He now left the track and turned off
to the eastward. The rain gradually
cleared and the stars came out. Guild
ing himself by them, Keppel walked on
and on, now clambering over steep &C
clivities, now plunging into hollows,
now toiling over plowed meadows, fore
ing his way through bits of woodland,
stealing past farm houses, where dogs
barked and cocks crowed, but occasion
ally coming upon stretch of road that
went his way. Presently the short night
wore away and dawn began to appear.
Keppel halted and spent half an hour in
removing the stains of mud from his
clothing and making himself look as pre-
sentsble as possible. His left arm panied
him severely. but he thought himself
lucky in having no bones broken. In
one of his new pockets he found a PEN
knife, and with this, as well as he could,
he cut his hair short. In couple OF
weeks his beard would have begun to
grow, and be would be tolerably dis
guised. ....t....
He now proceeded slowly, for he was
very tired, and also sleepy and hungry.
He had walked more than twenty miles.
At length, as the sun rose, he saw, half
a mile off, railway cutting extending
toward q small town. Thither he
directed his steps, but fingered on the
outskirts for an hour OF two until the
townspeople should be awake. Finally
he heard train coming, and managed
to reach the station at the same time
that the engine drew up at the platform.
Then, as it steamed away again, he
walked into the town, as if just arrived
from New York, and seeing a plain but
comfortable looking inn near at hand,
he entered and asked for room and
some breakfast. .--.
While his eggs and coffee were being
boiled he locked himself into his room
to think over his situation. But the
future WAS so vague that he was able to
come to no conclusion. As soon as his
money should be gone he would be at
the mercy of circumstances. He ex-
amined again the contents Of his pockets.
There We're eight dollars in money, two
or three letters addressed to Burton
Fairfax, Esq, of Poughkeepsie, a couple
of receipted bills, and nothing else-ex-
cept cutting from newspaper, headed
"Some Developments of the Trent Muir
der, - which Keppel proceeded to read
with interest. Its date was apparently
of the day previous:
1.-THE will of the late Harry Trent was
discovered yesterday in package of
documents left by him in bureau
drawer at the Bellevue hotel, in Phils-
delphia. He spent the night of February
twenty second last at this place, and
seems to have forgotten to take the docu-