San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-12-05

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Money is the only key that will unlock
this place."
They were standing up now, and Chal.
mers noticed that they were just the
same height and seemed to have about
the same spread of chest and shoulders.
Again he wondered if they would still
look alike in that dress, and both closely
| shaven.
And this thought took root and grew.
He had had his chance at life, and had
made precious little of it. Why not give
the chance now, such as remained of it,
to George, and let him try it over? There
was no reason why this could not be
done; it would be simple enough to ar
range the details, and though he had
tried to encourage George with the hope
that he could yet secure his release, he
could see no other way in which it could
be accomplished.
With Chalmers to think was to plan,
and to plan was to act. He made nasty
journey to New York and put his affairs
there into necessary shape. Then t.
Cleveland, and made certain that his
compact with Laura Leonard had been
carried out. Then he went to see Lima
Tenant again.
81 can do nothing" he said, in answer
to her look Of inquiry. Il shall go away
and wait until his term is out. Then
perhaps can help him."
II had not expected much" she an
swered. II felt how difficult it would
be. But am glad you have tried, and
| am sorry tnat you are going away. /
had hoped you would remain here,
where / should see you sometimes. 1t
will be long while to wait"
For moment his determination wa
vered. If he remained beside her, what
opportunities might not time bring?
This thought had required to him again
and again. 1t would not stay down,
and the fear that he might yield to it
in the end made him only the more de-
termined in his plan. He would make
it impossible to be near her, impossible
that he should do anything-however
much he might be tempted through
these long years-to lessen Georges
"chance" in any way. In these years
love might die and love be born again.
Without effort or the exercise of Volt
ton on his part; by only remaining near
her; by doing the Offices that friend
might; by steadfast but unobtrusive de-
votion, might not a change be wrought?
And if it re thus wrought would he
not have been unfaithful to his brothers
cause? Would he not be supplanter?
With other men the temptation might
have been strong, but to him it was not
so. For if under such circumstances
her love came to him it would not be
satisfying, not having been fairly won
in a fair field. He would take no ad
vantage of her nor of him-that other
who had won her love from him before.
And so he answered her gently, as
though speaking to'a child:
at will not be so long. You are both
young yet. You will still be young when
he comes back"
eyes; you are not very old yet your
self" She smiled at him sadly as she
went on: "You are not so old as we
shall be then, and you look so much like
George tonight-as he did'when he was
a boy. Whyr she cried, with little
start of surprise, 81 did not notice be-
fore; you have had your beard and mus
tache taken off. You do look so much
like George"
After this they naturally fell into
quiet, friendly talk of old times-when
they had been just three friends together
and keeping away from sad or danger
Gus topics, they talked on until Chalmers
felt more at home with her than he had
with any woman for years. Less like
a wanderer he felt-and more as if life
might yet have some purpose in it-than
he had since that long ago time when
Lima Tenant had said that she cared
more for his brother than for him. Yet
now, just as there was beginning to be
value in life-in this life-again, he was
deliberately making ready to go away
and leave it all.
Twentyfour hours later Chalmers was
back at the prison again. 1t was latter
hours" and George Chalmers, with the
thousand and a half of other wretched
inmates who were housed within its
gloomy walls, was locked securely in his
own narrow cell.
1t was against all rules, but by the
use of liberal fee Chalmers overcame
the scruples of the guards and was ad-
mitted not only to the prison, but taken
straight to where his brother was. What
place the prison was at night. Tier
upon tier of cells; corridor after CORR
dor; and all built up of solid, forbidding
masonry that seemed meant to outlast
the destroying hand of time itself. The
lights burned dimly in the tomblike
halls; the silence was heavy, ominous,
except when broken by the labored
breathing of men sleeping on comfort
less cots hahind the grated hars and