San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-05

! -AiS' i"' pIuSuSu IVY MIN ana was
| gone in his truly unique wav.
Paul was left more uncomfortable
than ever. There was no. doubt that.
Archer felt sure of the scent and was
shadowing both the Count and the lie.
bourgeoises.
The night of the ball came and Paul
found himself, to his own surprise, at
| liberty to go to it as guest. Abe. hav.
ing discovered that our. friend had
| pretty knack at what is called in news
paper phrase general descriptive, :"
had assigned to him the opening.
column of gush. "All you will have tc
| do" as Abe put it in explaining tc
Paul., lis 20 drop over to tn Southern
| about haf-past and. write up half
column on the decorations and THEN
| general effect. Then. when things get
| well under way, write half column.
on the send-off, how the swr Is hoofed
it in the first lanciers, the
Kaleidoscope business and that
sort of thing. The hotel peonla will
tit you out with private room to do
1T IN, and you can send over the copy
by district messenger boy. Then
sling yourself as much as you damn,
please, and you need not show up here
again until tomorrow noon" great
thing it was to be in with Archer
How different his position and his work
since he had been taken under the
wing of that mysterious dictator of the
| Orb office!
So Paul did as ne was bid. At 8
o'clock he sauntered over to the South
| ern, clad in his long -neglected swal-
low-tail, and under the guidance of
the Colonel, who had been added to the
managing committee, was shown
around and given private room
in which to grind out his
copy. He had not paid his
duty call at the Lebourgeoises-
he had had no chance. He had made
no arrangements for joining any party
at the ball-he was not sure that he
could appear there as a guest. He had
sent off his messenger boy to the Orb
and was on his way to an adjacent bar
to take "bracer," when he suddenly
felt touch upon his shoulder
Archers.
You have a private room here?"
asked Archer.
Eyes" said Paul.
Take me to it, then. The crisis has
come"
Without word further, the two re.
traced their steps to the hotel corridor,
mounted the grand staircase, and en-
tered Paul's room, a large one, convent
ent, and supplied with writing ma,
terials. Archer quietly shut the door
and bolted it. He opened the closet
door to see that it did not contain any
other exit He carefully examined a
private bath room and closed the tran
som. He raised the window to see II
there were balcony outside, lowered
it and sprung its catch. After close
inspection of the apartment itself TO
make sure that no one was concealed
in it besides themselves, he led Paul
over to the dressing glass near the
window and lighted the gas jet at
tached next it, He then took out a dis
patch, which read; "
LONDON, Friday.
KEENE, st. Louis: Arrest de Fooliers
for Graham murder, Extra dition soon
possible. SIR ANTHONY LUGs.
He next thrust in Paul's hand a
pocket London guide, open at page
where Sir AnthonyLugs name appeared
as chief Of the London police That
dispatch came" said Archer, mot fifteen
minutes ago. Keene has been called
off on another matter. l have sent for
him, but he cannot get here and secure
his warrant before the ball opens, else
we might arrest your Count first. We
might have to nab him, as he is des-
perate fellow, right in the dance. But
that would spoil my plans, as intend
that the Orb shall have the sensation
all to itself tomorrow morning. Now
it would be a damn sight pleasanter
for your friends the Lebourgeoises.
and especially for the young lady, not
to be in at TIE death. Keep them away
from the ball if you can. 1t would add
to the sensation to have the Count
snatched by the police while he was on
escort duty with his tiancee and family,
but have some regard for peoples
feelings if / am hardened reporter,
Don't give the snap away, bit keep
them out of the Counts company. We
will take him into camp in the dark as
he leaves the festive scene" sS-S
But" said Paul, who was as yet too
dazed to catch on and believe it all,
suppose it all prove a mistaken. srssr
Damn it, man." exclaimed Archer,
81 haven't time omake a grand jury
Of you. If you don't believe me YOU
can let the Lebourseoises see the