The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-23

He was decorated with the Moorish
war medal, and perhaps was not violently
opposed to Marshal Prim.
Ny interview with the authorities end
ed thus But we were not yet out of the
wood. I saw from the face of the Chief
of Police that he was not satisfied, and [
meant to put Enrique on his guard d.
rectly he returned to his post. But he never
returned for obvious reasons. Two civil
guards mounted sentry night and day at
the gates of the bull ring, and made it
their business to examine everybody who
went in and out. y
Clayton was now quite convinced Of
Enrique's guilt. We must have nothing
more to do with the man, that was plain.
Twas sorry for my mysterious mule
tecr. had seen enough of him to gath
er that'he was person Of superior sta
ton, and had no desire to help him to
exile at Philippines, or perhaps to be
shot with only form of trial-and then
his daughter, the Spanish beauty? had
seen or heard nothing whatever of her
since the day at Almanac junction
A few days passed. Then the first
steamship arrived to- load up with mules,
and we proceeded to embark our first
batch. While I was ''teiling off" the
muleteers and the animals, and prepar-
ing to send them-missing Enrique's
services at every instant-a note was put
into my hands.
"When can I speak to you? Your uni
form courtesy and Kindness lead me to
throw myself at your feet. Will you add
the other favor to the many I am in your
debt. The bearer will bring you to me
at the hour named tonight
ENRIQUE"
+ was punctual, and was led by a rag
gcd lad down several back streets, and at
length below a low archway down into a
sort of vault. There, shrouded in his big
| cloak, was Enrique, and with him was his
daughter. ..... .,.
He did the honors of his cellar as if it
had been a palace. / was presented to
his daughter. She might have been a
princess. -
II will not waste your time, Captain
Gaythorne," he said, speaking in Span
ish. "What I ask is that you should
send me in your steamer to Alexandria to-
| morrow
"You are anxious to leave the coun-
try?"
II am.'
"Compromised?"
"There is price upon my head"
1t might involve me, and, worse than
that, my government" l really hest
tated.
ooh, sir, for the love of God, have
pity"
His daughter had seized nv arm.
Tears filled her large eyes, How eloquent
they were!
"Concha,' said her father, "you must
restrain yourself. I respect your scru-
ples," he said to me- "But, believe me,
I am not a very hardened offender. I am
more sinned against than SHINING. was
led to 'pronounce'-''
"You are an officer?'
"Of course" He drew himself up, as
| if he wondered how could have doubted
| it.
"My father is
interrupted her.
II had rather not know, senorita. But
he can command me to the utmost of nv
power. It may not be easy to get him
on board; the police are on the alert, and
we must be very c1rcumspect."
| left them as soon as possible, although
it was sweet to hear Concha's voluble
| thanks, and to look into her grateful
eyes.
| A watch, unobtrusive but close. was
kept upon the ship. Civil guards pa
trolled the wharf; the Chief Of the Police
came ON board several times, and was
obliged to show him every attention.
He made several visits to the mule deck,
and inspected our muleteers every day.
To the very moment of starting he how
cred about, his myrmidons within call, as
if he suspected to the last.
But the good ship Sophonisba at length
cleared for sea. Warp after warp was
cast adrift, and she forged slowly ahead
past the, mole; then her bows swung
round, she gained the open sea and went
fairly off under full steam, pausing only
to pick up one of her boats which ap-
peared to be waiting for her outside.
Enrique was in this boat
Years, passed, and 1 heard nothing
more of the mysterious muletecr-years
of turmoil and dissention in Spain. First,
Isabella fled before the instruction of
Montpensier and Prim; then came the
Republican risings, quenched in torrents
of blood; next, Amadeo and the assassi-
nation Of the King-maker; last of all the
Carlist invasion and the bitter civil war.
Concha I had never quito forgotten.
Often had wished to revisit Spain. In
all the changes and chances of these very
years perchance her father might have
found himself at the top of the tree; per:
haps, also ....
Then rowing spirit took me to the
northern provinces. San Sebastian was