San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-08-25

pass tuCSo DhOOIS art uO uIleT u Dt
trusted than sackful of serpents. IT'S
ten to one our ship be taken, and we
fools all sold into slavery
"Ten to one," says Mr.. Hopkins
that is to say, as you would make this
voyage for the tenth part of what you
ask were you sure of returning safe
81 would go as far anywhere outside
the straits for e2OO with a lighter
heart"
Mr.. Hopkins mods his head, and, set
ting down some figures ON his paper,
says:
'The bare outlay in hard money
amounts to $500. Reckoning the risk
at Robert Evans own valuation (Which
took to be very low one), I must see
reasonable prospect of winning e25, 900
by my hazard"
s'Mrs. Godwin's estate know to be
worth double that amount
"But who will promise me that re-
turn" asks Mr.. Hopkins. "Not you?"
(The don shook his head.) "Not you?"
turning to us, with the same result.
"Not Mrs. Goodwin, for we have no
means of communicating with her. Not
the steward-you have shown me that.
Who then remains but this Thomas God
win, who cannot be found? IT," adds
he, getting up from his seat, "you can
find Thomas Goodwin, put him in pos
session of the estate, and obtain from
him reasonable promise that this sum
shall be paid ON the return of Mrs. God
win. may feel disposed to consider
your proposal more seriously. But till
then can do nothing"
Likewise, masters all, says Evans,
fetching his hat and shawl from the
corner, II can't wait for blue moon,
and if you can't settle this here bust
ness IN 4. week I'm off of my bargain
andj mighty glad to get out of it SO
cheap"
''You see" says Don Sanchez when
they were gone out of the room, chow
impossible it is that Mrs. Goodwin and
her daughter shall be redeemed from
captivity. Tomorrow shall show you
what kind of fellow this steward is
that he should have the handling of
this fortune rather than me-.
Then presently, with an Indifferent,
careless air, as if twas paught, he gives
us purse and bids Us go out in the
TOWN to furnish fbouelTges With what
1lssw as in ~ to our purpose.
es. .haih a, gets him some sea-
~ Ia old aeaN-,S at Jews, and
~ lat, present le suit of cloth, ETC.,
Se rest of they money we take back
toy Sanchez witt out taking so much
as y penny for our other uses, but he,
doing all things very magnificent, would
have none of it, bnt babe us keep it
against our other necessities. And now,
having his money in our pockets, we felt
'twould be more dishonest to go back
from this business than to go forward
with it, lead us whittier it might.
Next morning off we go betimes,
Jack more like Robert Evans than his
mothers son, and most seeming sub
stantial man ESQ that the very stableman
took off his hat to me), and on very
good horses long ride to Chiselhurst.
And then coming to monstrous fine
park Don Sanchez staid us before the
gates, and bidding us look up broad
avenue of great oaks to a most surpris-
ing fine house he told us this was Hurst
Court, and we might have it for our
own within a year if we were so mind
ed.
4 Hence, at no great distance, we reach
a square, plain house, the windows all
barred with stout iron, and the most like
prison l did ever see. Here Don Sanchez
bringing a bell, little grating in the
door is opened, and after some parley we
are admitted by sturdy fellow carry
ing cudgel in his hand. So we into a
cold room, with not spark of fire on
the hearth but few ashes, no hangings
to the windows, nor any ornament OF
Icomfort at all, but only a table and
half a dozen wooden stools, and a mum
Der of shelves against the wall full Of
account books and papers protected by
| a grating of stout wire secured with
sundry padlocks. And here, behind &
tableful of papers, sat our steward, 81
mon Stout in faith, most withered
lean old man, clothed all in leather
wearing no wig, but his own rusty gray
hair falling lank on his shoulders, will
sour face of very jaundiced complex
ion. and pale eyes that seemed to swim
in a yellowish rheum, which he wa
forever a-mopping with a rag.
81 am come, Mr. Steward" says Dol
Sanchez, "to conclude the business W,
were upon last week.
''Aye," cries Dawson, for all tn
world in the manner of Evans, "but err
we get to this dry matter let's have
bottls to ease the way. for this ridin,
of E,Ieback has parched up my vital
Blanldedly."
} No hou art athirst," says Simon
paws hall fetch thee jug Of waite
:. takes well, but other liquor have W
spnalthi house.
.tiieter drown in your well, say
Y1 -ith an oath: "I'll have nom