New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-03-05

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told me I was watched, and asked
s.Madjor," unluckily interrupted the
old man, suddenly looking up and speak
ing with subdued fervor. ''For WV
Mazaro toll you-for wy you din come
more sooner? Dad is one 'eavy charge
again you" >,
didn't Mazaro tell ye why I didn''
Gomez" asked the other, beginning to DC
puzzled at his hosts meaning.
"Yez," replied NJ. D'Hemecourt, 'sbud
one brew zhenteman should not be afraid
Of"
The young man stopped him with .
quiet laugh. ,.....-.....
"Munsher D'Himecourt," said he, ''Tm
nor afraid of any two men living say
I'm nor. afraid of any two men living
and certainly not of the two that's been
a-watchin' me lately"
NJ. D'Hemecourt flushed in way quite
incomprehensible to the speaker, but he
continued: .,
ut was the charges" he said, with
some slyness in his smile. They're
heavy, as ye say, and that's the very
reason-I say that's the very reason why
I stayed away, We see, eh? 1 say that's
the very reason stayed away.
Then, indeed, there was dew tor the
maiden to wipe from her brow. The
old man was agitated.
s.Bud, sir" he began, shaking his head
and lifting his hand:
"Bless yer soul, Munsher DHime-
court" interrupted the Irishman. .'Wut's
the use O. grapplin' two cut-throats,
when"
..Madjor Shaughnessy" cried M. D.
Hemecourt, losing all self-contzol. "Hl
am nod a cud-troad, N1adjor Shaugh-
messy, han 1 ave a r-r-righd to wadge
The Major rose from his chair.
s'What dye mean?" he asked vacantly,
and then: "Look ut here, Munshur
D'Himecourt, one of uz is crazy. l say
one"
"No, sar-r-r! cried the other, rising and
clenching his trembling fist eli am
nod creepy. I ave de rigid to wadge
dad man wad mague rim-ark aloud me
dotter."
II never did no such thing"
"You did"
81 never did no such thing"
bud you ave jus acknowledge.
81 never did no such thing, tell ye,
and the man that's told ye SO is q liur.
"Ah-h-h-h!" said the old man, wagging
his finger. "Ah-h--h" You call Manuel
Mazaro one liar?"
The Irishman laughed out
"Well, 1 should say so!'
He motioned the old man into his chair,
and both sat down again.
"Why, Munshur D Himecourt, Mazaros
keen keepin' me away from heer with q
yarn about two Spaniards watchin' for me.
That's what I came in to ask ye about.
NV dear sur, do ye s'pose I wud talk
about the goddess mean, yer daugh-
ter-to the likes O. Mazaro-I say to the
likes O Mazaro:"
To say the old man was at sea would be
too feeble an expression-he was in the
trough of the sea, with Q hurricane of
doubts and fears whirling around him.
Somebody had told lie, and he, having
struck upon its sunken surface, was dazed
and stunned. He opened his lips to say
he knew not what, when his ear caught
the voice of Manuel Mazaro, replying to
the greeting of some Of his comrades
outside the front door.
''He is comm" cried the old man.
"Nlague Sousev hide. Madjor: do not led
i'm Hedge you, Mon Dieu!"'
The Irishman smiled.
1.-THE little yellow wretch" said he,
quietly, his blue eyes dancing. I'm goin'
to catch him."
A certain hidden nearer instantly made
up her mind to rush out between the two
young men and be heroine.
"Non, nom" exclaimed NJ. D'Heme-
court, excitedly. mod in de Cafe des
Exiles-nod now, NIadjor. Go in dad
door, hif you pliz, Madjor. You will heer
i'm wat he ave to say. Mague you'sev
de troub'. Nod dad door-diz one"
The Major laughed again and started
toward the door indicated, but in an in
slant stopped.
Il can't go in they're" he said. That's
yer daughters room"
"Oui, oui, mdis" cried the other softly,
but Mazaro's step was near.
'I'll just slip in heer," said the amused
Shaughnessy, tripped Zig htly to the closet
door, drew it open in spite of moment
airy resistance from within which he had
no time to notice, stepped into small
recess full of shelves and bottles, shut the
door, and stood face to face-the broad
moonlight shining upon her through a
small, high grated opening on one side
with Pauline. At the same instant the
voice of the young Cuban sounded in the
room.
Pauline was in a great tremor. She
made as if she would have opened the
door and fled, but the Irishman gave a
gesture of earnest protest and reinsurance
The reopened door might make the back
parlor of the Cafe des Exiles scene of
blood. Thinking of this, what could she
do? She stayed.
"You goth heap-a thro-vle, Senor,"
said Manuel Mazaro, taking the seat so
lately vacated. He had patted NJ.
tenderly on the back, and
the old gentleman had hinched; hence
the remark, to which there was no reply.
"Was bee Growth a the Cafe the Refu-
gies," continued the young man.
"Bud, were dad Madjor Shaughnessy?"
demanded NJ. D'Hemecourt, with the little
sterness he could command.
"Iayor Shaughness'-ye was there;
boat-a," with disparaging smile and
shake of the head, che woon-a come-a to
you, Senior, oh! no."
The old man smiled bitterly.
"Nons" he asked.
"Oh, no, Senor;" he paused, -"eez a.
vary bath-a fore-a you thaughter, eh?"
"W att: asked the host, swapping like
tormented dog.
'.D-theze talkin' 'bou'," answered the
young man; ''d-theze coffee owces moth
a goo plaze-a fore hore, eh?"
The Irishman and the maiden looked
INTO each others eyes an instant, as people
will do when listening; but Pauline's i'm
fell, and when Mazaro's words
were understood, her bushes became
visible even by moonlight.