ONE<br > 11~，~ an Antonio?" Ellen Good-<br > 0<br > man s plump cheeks quivered<br >on the words. "But that s out west someplace， isn t it?"<br > "Texas，" l，ewis Harte said curtly.<br > "Texas? I don t think I--"<br > " Our new stale，" Mr. Mallory said. "Our twenty-eighth， 1 be-<br >lieve."<br > "But， still， a wilderness... Aren t there Indians， and things like<br >that?"<br > " Horselcathcrs，" Lewis said， and drained his glass of claret. The<br >black man standing just behind his chair moved swiftly， silently， to<br > refill it. Lewis s wife， Joanna， counted mentally: his fifth glass.<br > "And you ve actually been there， Mr. Mallory?" Ellen s aunt Sarah<br > turned her astonished gaze on that gentleman. "To this Santa--<br > Santa...<br > "Well，" Mr. Mallory said， "I haven t exactly been to San Antonio，<br > but 1 have seen Texas. Our ship stopped at the port of Galveston<br > on the way here. 1 tound it quite a civilized city， actually."<br >