San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-28

that if there was struggle it could
have but one issue.
With cat-like tread he glided along
! in the shadows of the foliage until he
could see the door. From the en-
trance an open way was left in a
straight lire towards the middle of
| the hall, down which his pursuers
were still slowly walking. He must
! cross an open space in the line of
! their vision in order to get out, and
! he calculated the distance to be
! traversed, while listening to their
movements, until he feit sure that
they were so far from the door as not
to be able to reach him. Then he
made his attempt, darling across the
smooth pavement with his knife in
his hand. There was no one in the
way.
Then came violent shock, and he
was held as in a vice, so tightly that
he could not believe himself in the
ar rs of human being. His captors
had anticipated that he would try to
escape, and had posted the Individual
in the shadow of tree near the door
way.
ut is of no Use 20 resist said the
Wanderer, quietly. I'VE are too
strong for you"
Kafka said nothing, but his blood
shot eyes glared up angrily at the tall
mans face.
He looks dangerous, and he still
ho, hot in
york Arabian. Il think | will give
him ether at once while the Individ-
ual holds him. Perhaps you could do
it?"
You will do nothing of the kind"
the Wanderer answered. What a
coward you are, Keyorkr' he added,
cOntemptuOusiy.
Going to Kalfa's side, he took him
by the wrist of the hand which held
the knife. But Kalfa still clutched it
grimly.
You had better give it up" he
said.
Kafka shook his head angrily and
set his teeth, but the Wanderer I'M
clasped the fingers by quiet force and
took the weapon away. He handed it
to Keyork, who breathed sigh of re-
lief as he looked at it, smiling at last,
and holding his head on one side
To think,' he sOliloquized that
an inch of such pretty stuff as Da-
mascus steel. in the right place, can
draw the sharp red line between time
and eternityn'
He put the knife tenderly away in
the bosom of his fCr coat. His whole
manner changed ana he came forward
with his usual almost jaunty step.
Released at last from the Individuals
iron grasp, Israel Kafka staggered a
little. The Wanderer took him kindly
by the arm, supporting his steps and
leading him to "a seat. kafka glanced
suspiciously at him and at the other
two, but seemed unable to make any
further effort and sank back with a
low groan. His face grew pale and
his eyelids dropped.
Get some understanding to re-
store him." the Wanderer said.
keyOrK looked at the Moravian crit
lc8lly IOr moment.
II told you that | would kill her
and | will, > said Israel Kufka, family
but distinctly.
You will not kill her" answered
his companion. Il will prevent you
from attempting it. and a. soon as you
are well You will see the absurdlty OF
the idea
Israel Kafka made an impatient
gesture, feeble. but sufficiently ex-
pr, ssive. Then all at once his limbs
relaxed and his head fell forward on
his breast. The Wanderer started 70
his feet and moved him into more
comfortable position. There were
one or two quickly drawn breaths and
the breathing ceased altogether. At
that moment keyOrlI returned, carry
ing bottle and glass.
cit is too late said the Wanderer.
gravely. "lsrael Kafka is dead"
IL hate men who make statements
about things they do not understand"
keyork said viciously, looking up as he
spoke, but without any expression Of
satisfaction. He is no more dead
than you are-the greater pity
The Wanderer drew long breath
OF relief as he helped Keyork 10 make
the necessary arrangements.
How long will it last?" he in
quired.
How can tell?" returned Keyork,
sharply. Have you never heard Of
syncOpe? Do you know nothing
about anything?"
He had produced bottle containing
some very strong salt and was apply
inc il to the nncOnsc ions mans nos.