San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-19
JOHN SMITH, JUNIOR.
By E ]. CLAYDEN.

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ing. She'll consider my friends wicked
young men, and throw the eucher deck
into the fire. / know those goody-goody
old ladies by heart"
Suddenly, as he turned the corner. a
face met his eye that brought memories
of long departed days, of Irritation
which might have resulted in an affair
of the heart Mr.. Pendexter was not as
young as his wife. He had had his lit.
tie experiences.
What a portly woman that was
could it be the same person?
He slightly lifted his hat; the lady
smiled; he bowed.
"After all the world is a small place.
said he to himself, and walked toward
her.
We'll, / declare l never expected tC
see you again" said the lady with
laugh.
"And thought you still in San Fran.
CISCO" said Mr. Pendexter. What nice
talks we used to have, Mrs. Miller"
why, it's ten years ago, isn't it?'
cried Mrs. Miller.
Souluh pt1lCNO lOu ioOh Us
young as ever" said Mr.. Pendexter.
"Oh, when it comes to being told that
one looks as young as ever all hope il
over" said Mrs. Miller.
"Well, / intended compliment" said
Mr.. Pendexter. I'm getting bald" and
he took off his hat.
at only makes you look more like
L. eo;J Nc Miller
''She always says such nice things,
said Mr.. Pendexter to himself.
The idea that he looked like Shake
speare had occurred to him before, but
no one else had ever told him that he
did. He felt fattered. 4 little pang OF
regret pinched his heart. He had often
felt that he had made a great mistake in
losing sight of Mrs. Miller, to whom he
had never been regularly introduced
They had begun to speak in the street
cars during blockade which provoked
them both. They had always spoken
after that. He judged that she was
about his own age, and knew she was
widow. There was charm about her
that he had never seen in any other
woman.
"And / think she told me she was
alone in the world" he said to himself.
"And / should not have been expecting
my mother-in-law to make my life
wretched"- His thoughts were run.
ming away with him; he laughed.
Are you living in New York, Mrs
Miller
''Oh, yes" she answered. I'm going
to some friends after awhile, but am
at - hotel Just now. / don't believe
in popping in on people tornado fashion.
If they want me let them urge me, say l.
81 wish my mother-in-law had that
disposition" said Pendexter to himself
Aloud he said, 81 must call on you"
The lady laughed.
II haven't asked you" said she.
But you'll let me in if l do conner
said he. "It's my duty to call on a
stranger.
'All she said was, "Well, goodby."
During the day Pendexter was not
quite himself. He had discovered that
his Camilla could pout. He feared the
unpleasant things that he had been told
came to a man with a mother-in-law.
No doubt he should find her, grim and
sarcastic, in the parlor on his return.
He did not like that photograph. No,
he did not like it. He thought he pre-
ferred being little late that night. And
as he went up town the bright entrance
of the little hotel met his eye and be
stepped out ON the platform and stepped
off on the corner.
Mrs. Miller was in, so the waiter told
him, and she tripped into the parlor in
dress of mauve silk that became her
nightly. Fer hair was black, her eyes
were brown. She was no longer young,
but she was by no means old. She was
in very high spirits, and they firted-
yes, firted, despite the fact that Pen
dexter was married man-as they had
ten years ago in California. They had
just as reported, Hitges extended dead
on the grave. He had been killed by
strangulatton, having been held down
with hrs own gun pressed upon his
throat Signs of severe struggle were
abundant, and my Hottentot pointed out
the spoor of naked foot, as also the
felt schoon of Hitges himself
Ny wife now arrived with the cart,
and after consoling her as long as time
would permit, galloped off to the Dorp
to warn the Field Cornet for summoning
the inquest. There in the village |
found half grown Hottentot lad, al
most white with terror, who had ar
rived that morning, having passed
Jacks Flat atmidnight. His tale was
that as he came down the Flat he heard
EXPLANATIONS and growlings, and then
saw on the grave black and white man
struggling and fighting. He crept
trembling by, and when a little past