Daily globe., 1882-07-16

In earnest tones.
"I know that voice; it is Capt. Vero-
ma himself. Now good-by, Captain.
and if harm befall Enrique Delmonte tell
my friends how I died )" and the young
Cuban grasped the Americana hand. and
stood ready to SEIZE the ropes ready to
be thrown to him.
Though plunging fearfully the Ameri-
can held the yacht firmly in hand, and
ran close In under the stern of the
steamer, from which ropes were skillful-
~ thrown, and adroitly grasped by the
Cuban, who, with good-by on his lips
to his shipmates, clambered over the
sides of the Spanish vessel, while the
yacht bounded away from the enemy
those on board had so much cause to
dread, and started on her return voyage
to the United States.
Upon reaching the deck Enrique Del
monte found himself in the presence of
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 mufiing his
face, his hat drawn down over his eyes.
he was not recognized, though he looked
upon more than dozen men who had
long been his comrades in the navy of
Spain.
=" Are you q Cuban pilot?" asked
Capt. Verona, a naughty, stern-faced
man of 45.
i am a Cuban, and have come to
keep you off yonder rocks" was the
quiet reply, while he pointed shoreward
to the line of breakers.
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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 will
take the helm" was the reply; and,
going to his post of duty, he assumed
control, and, no longer struggling to
beat out to sea, the steamer was put be-
fore 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 penetrat-
ing 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
surrounded by breakers, holding her
course unswervingly, until she glided
around the point of land that formed the
harbor, and was in safety.
"You can move alongside of yonder
rocks, Senor, for thereB depth enough"
said the Cuban, when the cheers of the
Spaniards at their rescue died away,
"You are daring and skillful pilot,
Senor, and you have saved myself and
crew, SO name your reward" said Capt
Verona.
"The reward I ask, Senor Captain, is
mercy for any Door Cubaps that NAV
fall into your hands," was the brusque
reply.
"Ha this rings like the words of
traitor to Spain Are you such, sir 2"
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 be great indeed
for you to risk your life aboard this
ship"
81 told you, Senor, the only reward I
ask. I have saved you from wreck, SO
will now say farewell"
"Hold! Quartermaster, hold that
battle-lantern here that / 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 p
"Aye, Enrique Delmonte am: once
an officer aboard this vessel, but now a
Cuban patriot, for I would not fight
against my native land"
He stood before them unhinchingly
now, and for moment there was dead
silence. Then Capt Verona spoke:
Enrique Delmonte, your resignation
of your Lieutenants commission was
never accepted, but, on the contrary,
you were tried as deserter and con-
aemned to death as such, beside coming
Under the sentence of those who call
themselves patriots. Under these cir
tumstances, notwithstanding your no
BILE deed this night, it is my duty to ar
rest you and place you in irons"
"What would you be guilty of deed
TO vile, Senor?" asked the Cuban, indig-
nantly.
My duty, sir, compels me. Senor,
put 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 Q
state-roon, guard being stationed at
his door,
Throwing himself down upon seat,
he murmured:
"Ah! Senior Verona, I know well your
hatred toward me; it is because your
daughter was my promised wife, and
you would rather have me die than see
her one day marry a Cuban who was the
enemy of Spain
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 face
of exquisite beauty.
enrique
"Consuelo!'
It was all they said, and, springing
forward, she threw her arms around his
neck.
ooh, Enrique, I know all, and how
cruel has been my father!" she said,
after a while.
"He says he does his duty, Con-
suelo." sea 1'fni7ar
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