Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1881-02-17

earnest tones.
Il know that voice; it is Capt. Yero-
Ira himself. Now, gOOd-by, Captain, and
if harm befall Enrique Delmonte tell
my friends how l died" and the young
Cuban grasped the Americans hand,
and stood ready to seize the ropes ready
to be thrown TO him.
Though plunglng fearfully the Amer
lean held the yacht firmly in hand, and
ran close in under the stern of the
steamer, from which ropes were skill
fully thrown, and adroitly grasped by
the Cuban, who, with a gOod-by on his
| lips to his shipmates. clambered over
the sides of the Spanish vessel, while
the Yacht bounded away from the enc
NV those on board had SO much cause
70 dread, and started on her return yUy-
age to the United States.
Upon reaching the deck Enrique Del
monte found himself in the presence Of
a score of officers, while crowd of sea-
men stood not far away, gazing upon
the daring pilot that had come out to
their aid; but, with his collar mutiilng
his face, his hat drawn down over his
eyes, he was not recognized, though he
looked upon more than a dsZen men
who had long been his comrades in the
navy of Spain.
Are you a Cuban pilOt?" asked Cap
tain Verona, naughty, stern-faced man
of forty-five.
Il am a Cuban, and have come to keep
you off yonder rocks" was the quiet
reply, while he pointed shoreward to the
to the line of breakers.
sour rig is too light for us to work
off shore, and our machinery is broken
down and anchors gone, so, if you can
not save us, we are doomed" said the
Spaniard.
81 know that well, Senior, and l will
take the helm" was the reply; and, 60
ing to his post of duty, he assumed con-
troll, upd no longer struggling to beat
out to sea, the steamer was put before
the gale, and went rushing landward
with fearful speed.
| Calm and firm Enrique Delmonte
stood at the wheel, his eyes watching
every move of the vessel, and penetra-
ting the gloom ahead to catch sight of
some well-known object by which he
could get his course. ..-
And on rushed the Spanish vessel into
the channel, and, though apparently sur
rounded by breakers, holding her course
unswerVingiy, until she glided around
the point of land that formed the har
Dor, and was in safety.
"You can move alongside of yonder
| rocks, Senor, for there is depth enough"
said the Cuban, when the cheers of the
Spaniards at their rescue died away.
"You are daring and skillful pilot,Se-
nor, and you have saved myself and
crew, so name your reward" said Capt.
Verona.
"The reward 1 ask, Senor Captain, is
mercy for any poor Cubans that may
fall into your hands," was the brusque
reply.
"Hal this rings 'like the words of
traitor to Spainl Are you such, sir?"
81 am Cuban patriot, Senor," was
the calm reply.
''Ah, and seem proud of it. By Nep-
tune but we have been saved by foe;
your love of gold must he great, indeed,
for you risk your life aboard this ship"
81 told you, Senor, the only reward l
ask. l have saved you from wreck, so
will now say farewell"
Hold! Quartermaster, hold that bat
tie lantern here that l may catch
glimpse of this fine fellows face"
The lantern flashed upon the dark,
handsome and fearless countenance and
dozen voices called his name:
Enrique Delmonte!"
AYE, Enrique Delmonte | am; once
an officer aboard this vessel. but now
Cuban patriot, for l would not fight
against my native land"
He stood before them unfinchingly
now, and for a moment there was dead
silence. Then Captain Verona spoke:
Enrique Delmonte, your resignation
of your Lieutenants commission was
never accepted, but, on the contraTy,you
were tried as deserter and condemned
to death as such, beside coming under
the sentence of those who call them
selves patriots. Under these circum-
stance, Notwithstanding your noble deed
tonight, it is my duty to arrest you and
place you in irons"
"What! would you be guilty of deed
so vile, Senor?" asked the Cuban, indig-
nantly.
"My duty, sir, compels me. Senior, pat
this man in irons.
A defiant smile crossed the handsome
face of Enrique DelmOnte as the officer
approached and ironed his wrists; but
he made no resistance, ,and was led away
between decks and placed in a state
room, a guard being stationed at his
door.
Throwing himself down upon a seat,
he murmured:
"Ah! Senior Verona, know very well
your hatred toward me; it was because
your daughter was my promised wife,
and you would rather have me die than
l, lar n Cuban h.
the enemy of Spain" F
The door softly opened, and, looking
up, by the dim light from the ward-room
lamp Enrique DelmOnte saw a slender
form before him-a maiden with a face
of exquisite beauty.
"Enrique!"
"ConsuelOP
1t was all they said, and springing for
ward, she threw her arms around his
neck.
"Oh, Enrique, know all, and how
cruel has been my father!' she said, af-
ter while.
HE says he does his duty, Consuelo."
"Bahl He panders to his hate | knew
you, Enrique, when l saw you come on
board, but l held myself aloof and
heard all that passed. Once, four years
ago, when l was girl of fourteen, you
sprung into the sea and saved my life
when a wave carried me from the deck,
and tonight you have saved it again
aye, and the lives of 200 men, your ene-
miles, Now shall save yoursp
"Consuelo, what mean you?" asked
the Cuban, i'll surprise.
Il mean that, though your duty called
YOU against Spain, | never severed our
engagement, and, loving you still. En-
rique, will not see you die, for already