San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-11-06

up again. SO I'm going to take him
back by the scruff of the neck with nv
own hand if there's no other way, but |
won't trust even my hand when can
make use of bigger and stronger one
that of the law. | didn't tell you be-
cause l know you have sentimental
nature which is apt to get the better of
your practically land meant to protect
myself and you, 100; against it. There's
the card. Go and see him while I'm
gone if you choose and sympathize with
him as much as you like, but | go with
the comforting assurance | shall be able
to put my hand on him all the same
when / get back"
could not get angry at the old fell
low, for his view of the situation was
undeniably practical, but neither could
| approve his radical measures, so said
nothing and pocketed the card he gave
me. But when train had carried him
off toward Columbus did something he
had not thought of, | believe. tele.
graphed to Celia:
Come Immediately. Take first train.
Harold is here. Needs you greatly. Do
not lose a minute"
Perhaps | repeated my insistance upon
haste more than was necessary, but |
have always deemed it best to be so en-
pliCit in giving directions to a woman
that she shall not imagine herself re-
qulred to use any Judgment of her own
That dispatch had more effect than an
ticipated. Celia and Annie Bunker were
closer friends than knew. Their COM
mon love as sister and sweetheart for
the same MAINLAND he the core of a
seemingly insoluble mystery - had
brought about bond of more than sis
terly affection between them. Conse-
quently when | went to the depot to
meet my dear girl l was electrified by
the sight of Annie in her company
and felicitated myself not little that
my colleague had not yet returned from
Columbus.
Some good news / had for the girls
DR.. Harris had reported to me that,
though Harold's consciousness had not
yet been fully restored, his recovery was
assured and in a few hours more proba-
bly, his narrow escape from death would
be simply a memory. Incidentally
learned that policeman was indeed, as
Mr.. Bunker had declared, sitting by the
young mans bedside to arrest him when
he awoke, to the indignant bewilderment
of worthy Mr.. Trimble.
While taking the girls i'll a carriage to
Mr.. Trinlble's house | narrated the re-
markable circumstances of our discov-
cry, so preparing them against the shock
of finding Harold an invalid, and, last of
all, gave them the gratifying intelligence
| have just repeated from DIR. Harris.
By that time we had reached our desti-
nation. Nj. Trimble met us at the door.
and it appeared to me his expression of
angry arprise-induced by the officers
mwelcome presence-had been sup
planted by one of detection mingled with
disgust. When had introduced him to
Miss Linden and Miss Bunker, he re-
quested them to be seated in the parlor
and conducted me to another room and
said gloomily:
II guess you've got him right. He has
walked up, and of all the cheeky cusses |
ever met he is the worst. And all the
while he lay there like a wax image,
when you and were talking by his bed
yesterday afternoon, he must have known
what was going on. Yes, sir. He knew
he was caught and never let on until he
had rolled it over in his mind and laid |
out his new game. Oh, tell you, he is
a deep one! And to think he has been
with me a year and Inever suspected itr' |
Tell me what makes you think so |
now?"
well, this morning, when he judged |
the time had come to declare himself, he |
opened his eyes, stared around and |
sprung ON us that ancient chestnut, |
Where am l? just as if he hadn't slept |
in that room 80 times before. From that |
minute had cold eye on him, but
never let on. You are in bed in my |
house, Henry says l, and you've had
close call Says he: Why do you call
me Henry? Who are you, and what
close call have | hadY l don't know
what | might have answered him
when | got my breath, but just
then the policeman Clipped in with the
question, Your name is Harold Linden,
isn't it? Yes, says he, without blush,
promptly. Then says the policeman
with a satisfied grin, 4 arrest you for
The devil you dor ex-
claims the young fellow, affecting sur
prise. BY what authority The officer
showed him the warrant. and he read it
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