San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-11-04

ana transacted 1t as we had New York,
but accomplished nothing.
I'VE can do nothing more" said MIR
Bunker Not here at all events. |
shall offer $1,000 reward for him and
put the case in the hands of both the
regular police and Il detective agency
for a still hunt. don't believe i'll blow
ing it through newspapers. Then we
may as we'll 20 home. and I'm thinking
that is where we will be likely to soonest
get on his track He is pretty certain to
write to Annie or his sister, and if we
watch their letters we will probably
catch him before long"
you will of course do rs you plessc
about watching your daughters CORE
spondence, | said, and your proceed
ings will doubtless demonstrate charac-
teristic delicacy and nice perception of
propriety. but You need not count on my
spying upon Miss Linden to learn what
communication she may have with her
erring brother would be glad if she
could have the relief of knowing him
alive and would not feel myself at lib
erty if she told me where he was hid
den to use the knowledge to procure his
arrest. Indeed | would blush to think
myself capable of such an action"
You are too burned sentimental in
business matters, said Mr.. Bunker in
disgust. But | don't see that senti-
ment has any place in this case now
anyhow. Annie tells me you were ell
gagged to Haro!ds sister, but of course
that is all off after his making such a
break as this.
mo, Mr.. Bunker. 1t is not off Harold
does seem to have been rascal and to
have got away with my money, but do
not see how his sister is responsible for
that. She no more has his possible tur-
pitude than she has his mustache."
My companion looked at tine with scorn-
full pity, but debated the subject no fur
ther, and that night we returned home.
In a couple of days, thanks to the sue
cessful issue Of McQuillop's negotiations
| was in position to approach Mr.. Bun
ker with proposition for final settle
ment on a cash basis, to his manifest
surprise.
81 was under the impression that your
partner had practically bankrupted you,
but am gratified to know | was mis-
taken" he remarked dryly.
offered no explanation, for ! was still
angry with the old fellow for thinking |
would play the spy on Celia Linden. He
took his invested capital, his percentage
of the profits up to date and his check
for $7S5, which had not used, pocketed
all without a word, nodded Good day
and went away. In his face | could read
the expression as plain as could be: "4Ou
and your partner are up to some deep
game. | don't know what it is; but,
thank God. I'm safely out of it," But
what did care for what he thought? To
his daughter sent note at once:
DEAR Miss BUNKER-YQur fathers possible
reason for prosecuting Mr.. Linden no longer
exists, and it has not been necessary to us
your diamonds. You will find them at the bank
in charge of Mr.. Hogg, who will deliver them
to you personally upon your presentation Of
the inclosed receipt for them.
The capital had left after paying off
Bunker was small, but enough for me to
90 ahead on, though in a rather cir
cumscribed way compared with what |
had hoped for less than fortnight since.
No matter, said to myself; | shall have
to keep my nose to the grindstone pretty
closely year or two, and then l will be
all right And | shall have compensa-
tive happiness meanwhile, for Celia and
| will now marry at once, double our
joys and halve our expenses. But when
| so proposed to her that same evening
she replied:
mo, Ransom, shall never be your
wife until my brothers name is cleared
from the suspicious which now tarnish
it,"
But" | argued, Harold Shame is not
tarnished at all. His case is simply one
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