It was only a minute, for with the last note there was even an access of tumult.

The doors and windows of the better houses were thrown open, ladies began to appear on the balconies, there was a sound of laughter and merry greetings, and the tiny cloud of the cigarette in every direction.
But amid this sunset glamour of splendid color, of velvet, and silk, and gold embroidery, the man who would have certainly first attracted a stranger's eye wore the plain and ugly costume common at that day to all American gentlemen.

Only black cloth and white linen and a row palmetto hat with a black ribbon around it; but he wore his simple garments with the air of a man having authority, and he returned the continual salutations of rich and poor, like one who had been long familiar with public appreciation.
It was Dr.Robert Worth, a physician whose fame had penetrated to the utmost boundaries of the territories of New Spain.

He had been twenty-seven years in San Antonio.

He was a familiar friend in every home.