San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-22

smile TO the surface OI DLoIueIISlI y
sad face.
Eyes, sir" said the negro, bowling
again. "Voltaire. sir, omnOrum gOther-
UNI of BrothertOft manor house. Hanni-
bal was my name; but | heard Mr.. BeE
Franklin say that Mr.. Noltaire was the
greatest man he knOwed, so married to
that name, and TUX it."
Here he paused and grinred. His
white teeth cleaned athwart his face as
the white stocking flashes through when
one Sits vanished boot too tight
across the irstep.
81 have been here at Fishkill some
months" said Brothertoft. AT first
did not allow myself to think of my
family. Then neighboThood had its
effect. / communicated my where
abouts to this trusty friend. He got my
message and comes to give me the first
news,I have had since | left home at the
news of Lexington
More than two years ago." Skerrett
said.
'And in those two years." continued
the other, my daughter has passed
from child to woman"
"Oho.' thought Peter. His daugh-
ter-Radiere's la plus beliefs in this
business. My years in Europe had made
me almost forget there was such per-
son. Is she like father, or mother, i
wonder?'
From child to woman, SIR" says
Voltaire, land there's not such another
young lady in the province-state, 1
mean"
when | abandoned home" Brother
toft resumed, Il believed that l could
be of no further use to a daughter who
had disowned me. But l have found
that man cannot cease to love his own
flesh and blood"
Nor his flesh and blood him." says
the negro. "Other people may do the
hating. Miss Lucy only knows how to
love-"
Fort bien Voltaire! except the pro-
nunciatiOn Tub"
ut was only day or two before the
capture of the forts that my tardy mes
sage of good will reached my friend
here" said the ex-PatroOn.
And just in time" that friend re-
Joined.
Il hope So" sighed Putnam's orderly
'Yes, sir" the negro said, turning to
Skerrett. 1T was now or never. So
left my great dinner party. Sir Henry
Clinton and his suite were to dine with
us today"
Grand company the major said.
seeing that tribute of respect was
wanted.
"Sirr Henery Cinton" repeated the
butler with pride. Il didn't like to
leave. Ny wife Sappho can cook prime
My boy Plato can pass a plate prime.
But where's the style to come from
when I'm away? Who's to give the sig
mails? Ground dishes! Handle covers!
Draw covers! Forrud march with COW
ers to the pantryP Who's to pull the
corks and pour the Madeira SO it won't
blob itself dreggy?"
He paused and sighed.
Edwin BrothertOft was silent. The
thought of red dinner parties at the
manor was evidently not agreeable to
him.
eve are not getting on at a gallop,
thought Skerrett. But we are on the
trail. Ny guides must take their own
time. They know the way and the dan
gers, and do not. The facts will all
come out within five minutes"
"Well, Voltaire," he said, "a bad ap-
petite to 'em all! Go on with your
story. You make me hungry with your
dinner parties"
"Ha, haw chuckled the butler-his
vision of himself as Ganymede, serving
Sir Clinton Tonans with hypernectare
Gus tipple, vanishing. "Ha, hal" and
with his triumph he lapsed for a mo-
ment into Tombigbee, "Dey thinks, down
ter de manor, dat Use lyin sick abed wild
de colored mobbus."
And then the old fellow proceeded tc
relate how he had slammed sick yester
day, lodged away at evening and
tramped all night by bypaths through
the Highlands; how British scouts had
challenged his steps and fired at his
rustic; how stumbling blocks had at
fronted his shins and many stub had
met his toes, and how at last after man
fold perils he had found his old master
under the guise of an orderly and an
nounced TO him a new wrong in thu
house of BrothertOft-a new wrong, thu
climax Of an old tyranny.
PART TWO-CHAPTER V.
''In short" saws Noltaire. winding III