Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-10
Shooting the Spanis1. Spy.
Scenes in q Carlist Camp.

Scenes In = Carlist Camp
MAKE my peace with Heaven-how
can l, and no priest to hear my confession?
Take me to Estella, that may at least.
be judged" "Oh, bah it's useless your
wasting words and time. There is no
need to trouble court marital. Come
take my advice; either say your PRAYERS
in yonder corner, or else sit down Quietly
to final glass and another cigarette
AS may be readily imagined Francisco
did not readily abandon the hope of NOV
ing the cabacilla to mercy. He begged
and prayed to be allowed to live: he re-
minded them of many incidents of their
boyhood; he promised considerable sum
OF money which he had hid away: and of
which no one knew but himself; he en-
treated for sufficient delay that his wife
and children might be sent for; but itwas
OF no avail-the partida chief remained
obduratc. At length, growing impatient,
the latter said:
Come; since you will neither pray,
smoke, nor drink, we had better finish"
and he rose to his feet
Francisco, with bound, was across the
room at once, striving to unbar the window
which looked out on the back, but he was
quickly seized by the two partidas and
dragged down. snow, this is behaving
foolishly," said Rosas; you see you are
powerless. Again, will you have another
glas and smoke? Come, do not wish
to be unfriendly; and should like to see
you as comfortable as possible at the last"
Yes, yes, replied the now thoroughly
beaten man, sinking into chair. land
see here,'' he continued, with something
like smile lowering at the corner Of his
mouth, 8 see here, since the smoke Is to
be final let it be long one-not cigar
cite, butts cigar" The landlord was sum
moned and desired to replenish the pitch
er, and Rosas possessed nothing but
! cigarettes he was also told to bring q
puro. "The longest and the thickest
that you have" echoed Francisco. de-
spondently. And SO the wine and cigar
were brought, and the cabacilla again re-
sumel his seat fronting Francisco, whose
glass he kept continually filled. Under
the influence of the liquor, the poor
wretch grew recklessly humorous, affect
ing to treat the whole affair as a capital
joke, over which he and Rosas would
laugh at some future day.
| DuS "uCACSC1 Ills SOuleWudU unsteady
face rested on the cold, exp1essionless
face of the cabacilla. he seemed at once
to realize the position, and instinctively
he stopped smoking. Then he would
quarrel with the quality of the puro, COM
planning that he could not get it to burn,
and making all kinds Of difficulties when
endeavoring to relight it. Rossas at
length stal ted to his feet saying that he
really must bring the matter to an end.
"a compact is a compact" exclaimed
Francisco, in thick, unsteady voice.
"You have agreed to my smoking last
cigar; if you want me to finish, had better
give me one that will draw. Here, it's
out again, and he leaned swayingly to-
wards the lamp, missing the wick each
time he approached it. Rosas was now
pacing to and fro, halting occasionally to
watch the apparently futile efforts of the
miserable wretch to rekindle the pu1o.
Suddenly he came to a determination.
The revolver was drawn from its leather
sheath; q couple of strides of the sandaled
feet brought him silently to the back of
! the doomed man; the muzzle was Quickly
placed at the nape of the neck; there was
a sharp report, and Francisco and his
troubles we're at an end.