San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-06-30

4 uO uot tuluk St1Outu De maze 81 butt
for coarse gibes, here in the Office, at
any rate"
"Well, l think Mr.. Per'-'ns will treat
you in future with sufficient considera-
tiou, but you must meet him halfway
while you are on the Orb staff" re-
turned Cack.
Certainly, Mr.. Cook" said Paul, and
went out.
When he reached the bottom of the
stairs, Paul had another unexpected
encounter, for Archer was waiting for
him. Good evening, Mr.. Terry; may
l walk with you a block?"
Certainly" said the surprised Paul,
who, however, was impatient of delay,
with the letter burning through his
pocket.
There is a matter" said Archer,
''strictlv between ourselves, in which |
think you can help me. l need not add
that if it turns out as l expect. it will
be as much to your advantage as to
mine. Of course, the fact that / have
spoken to you is a secret between us.
But think L can trust you. though it
is seldom my habit to trust any one.
Are you on late watch?"
No" said Paul.
will you join me, then, at the
Chestnut street station, as if you had
happened In there, at 1s:45 tonight,
and we can talk the thing over at
length at a rendezvous l know off"
Paul hesitated.
''If you want to drop It then. you
know, there's nothing to prevent your
doing it," said Archer.
Paul had a curiosity to know more Of
this mysterious man, who could report
Prof. Harris, the transcendental phil,
osopher as no other reporter in st.
ax,ais could. was said to
read Greek and Latin after
he went home in the morning
from a thorough enjoyment of the
classics, and yet who preferred the
tracking of murderers, and police work
generally, to the many openings be.
fore him in the profession. His doubts
vanished. Es4a&s %zs S&s
VS. Will Ue tnere, raul Sdlu,
but mind, do not commit myself to
anything further"
"All right" returned Archer. GOOD
evening, Mr.. Terry, until ls:45, sharp;
remember, sharp"
Until 12:45, sharp" replied Paul,
lat the Chestnut Street Station. You
can depend on me so far" and they
parted; or rather, Archer vanished.
For in what particular direc.
tion he betook himself Paul
could not guess, when e minute
after the fact of the vacancy struck
1t was a way Archer had.
Where should Paul go to read his let
ter2 His cousins Office was, of course,
The hotel reading rooms. the
of the homeless in large cities, |
always full of curious starers. Be.
sides, he might stumble on an Orb re-
porter there. Then, too, he must hurry
up, for that meeting of the Philosophi-
society, for it was already late. A
thought struck him. The st.
Louis club, of which his cousin, Colonel
was a director, was only a block
so off from the rooms of the Philo-
society. Here, by passing as
| nonresident, the Colonel had often
Introduced him for a drink or game of
billiards, even passing him in without
he usual formality of writing his name
n the visitors book. The Colonel was,
10 doubt, there now, and would admit
iim again. In the quiet of the club
library Paul would find just the retire
nent that he needed.
So Paul fastened his steps to Wash
ngton venue and boarded an uptown
ar. 1t was full, and he smoked a
on the front platform. His
thoughts went off on a r~everie, and
he lights twinkled by in unnoted.
lonotonous succession. He almost
assed his destination, but the re-
Gated shouts % the conductor of the }
anne of the cross street, for the bene- Y
+ of a slow-moving, big bundle-carry1
lg fat woman, warned him in TIM
e got off, to find the rooms of ne
philosophical society dark, but a ceaple b
gentlemen, who looked like d
philosophers, were holding a Pod-by Ii
lat on the steps Interrogaed' they e,
Id Paul that Professor Dlntz, who n,
as to have enlightened tbm on THE Sc
lwardness of the Outway," had been ri
He'd out of the cityIy unexpected m
and the Intellectual feast a
ould be served upn a weeks time. pr
Don't forget, Mr.. reporter, to have ar
e Orb announy it." said one of mr.
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