The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-04-27

Wee1A months anu years passed. away
thus. The father was consoledi . true
man Of Justice, hard, pedantic, cruel and
gasping, ths habitual sight Of crime al
ways before him had given him a heart Of
bronze. For him success justified and
sanctifed the means, and in his business
Of fiscal he had an opportunity to put his
principles In practice. In abort, IN avar-
icious leech, he served himself TO the best
Of his ability with the best OF all that
came before him.
Some eighteen years after the event mar
rated to you, one gloomy morning IN the
early spring, Don Andres de Soils was
called to CASTLE. An avaricious old uncl9,
whose heir he had become, had auccuJnbed
to q mortal malady, and despite the
grievous condition Of the roads, that ice
and snow made nearly impractieable, he
had unhesitatingly begun the journey.
"Goldn was at the end Of IL.
AS the carriage slowly mounted the de-
files that crossed the Sierra de Saint
Adrian, the fiscal felt himself invaded by
q sentiment of m~elancholy-a vague pre-
sentiment. Wbyf Unless it was the loneli-
moss Of tho place, the somber grandeur Of
the pines that crowned it, the steep, pre-
cipitous ascent up which the vehicle
labored at an almost perpendicular angle,
he could not have told you. The sudden
stoppage Of the carriage some fifty rods or
so beyond the chapel Of Saint Adrian
abruptly reused him from the reverie into
which he had fallen, and at the same mo-
ment a group Of men concealed In the
rocks and crevices of the mountain flung
themselves upon the brides Of the horses;
q voice commanded him to descend.
81 descendi'i said De Soils scornfully;
'tback, ladrones, back at once-thou art
talking to the Fiscal Don Andres de
SolisIn
"Don Andres the hscalp' No, Don
Andres the miser; Don Andres the
usurerP the brigands answered, advanc-
ing wrathfully. Their chief, however, a
young man, handsome, well built, and
with the eye OF an eagle, pushed them
aside and placed himself at the opening
to recoil Immediately with a cry Of aston.
ishment, echoed by the prisoner Within
for the features of the one were the feat.
ures of the other-the likeness between
them Incredible; only in the case Of Don
Andres de Soils the face was wTinkled and
faded by time; in the case Of the young
man brown, fresh and rudy. AS for the
rest, the heavy eyebrows, the brow, broad
and full, the nose, long and aquiline, all
were the same-not a line was missing.
s'Thy name, boy, thy namean demanded
De Soils in a stifed voice; ''give me thy
name.n
"Cristcyal, the trabucsire C~brigand)-I
have no otheri'
'sMy son, my son Cristovalp' extending
his arms with q cry Of Joy, forgetting
everything in the rapture Of the moment,
and seeing but the face before him, young,
proud and naughty. 'sThou AFT my son.
he continued; my SON stolen from me in
infancy and mourned so long. / know it
II tell thee / know it.n
Cristoval smiled contemptuously.
Think not, Don Andres, y signing to
his men to withdraw a little, ssthink not
to escape by so infamous a ruse. / am a
waif-rescued from the pavement, it is
true; / also have the misfortune to resem-
BILE You strangely; nevertheless, / believe
thou lest, for there Is naught else In like
ness or kinship between us. Tt is better
so, for thou wculdst be shamed by q son
In the ranks of the miserable trabu-
CARES, hunted like ferocious beasts;
whist ], were it true, should scorn and
loathe myself. What, ], the free and
honorable trabucaire, who fights an en-
envy openly and bravely, the son Of Don
Andres the Fiscal, the Judas who sells his
friends as the disciple sold his Lord
NeyerI And If Thought it true I would
this moment dash out my brains on the
rocks at our feet to atone for my misfort-
une-to expiate my shame. AL the
same | shall conduct myself toward thee
as IL really thy son. Wait q moment
hear me out calmly repulsing the fiscal,
who had thrown himself forward with a
movement Of joy there are times when
~ hanR~.h1a Enn1 rr114ratopu aontAe -
enough to efface o criminal and ugly
past. Behold this pistol-take it and kill
thyselfl If we are of the same blood,
thou wilt comprehend that my PROPOSE
ton honors thee and that thou shouldst
not hesitate. Accept il and / will ac-
Knowledge thee as my father before all
my comrades. What say your
The face Of Don Andreas whitened, his
lips trembled.. The trabucaire shrugged
his Shoulders.
sSOul Of Shscal-s0ul Of cowardl / am
not Of thy unworthy race. III is well, and
thou shalt nve-liye in the scorn OF all,
but on c~onditionsthat thou keepest silence
upon all that has passed between us and
outrage me no more by the title of son.
II is an insult I shall instantly ayenge.''
miserable boy cried the unhappy
father, t'were thy mother here chou
wouldst not dare deny her. Return with
me TO thv home: auit forever these de-
sparing fugitives; come to thy mother,
Rosariofp
tsaThat they may say, Like father, like
scnf' No, ] viii not return; nevertheless,
1 win see the Donna Rosario, and see her
soon
The summer that followed this scene
upon the Sierra de Saint Adrian a course
of bull fights had been announced at Val
ladosid. You knc=Sthe passion Of the
Spanish people for this style OF diveraion
and how they run to them for leagues
around. All the same ! was struck with
establishment when / entered the circus,
for the vast and double amphitheatre, tho
boxes opening upon the place Of The tau
reaux ard every inch and corner Of the
monstrous building seemed to rock and
tFemble with the thnnders Of applause.
The signal was given BY the nlcalde,
or corregidor II have forgotten which,,
the toreros clustered Ia the space like q
hock OF brilliant birds. A magnificent
bull from Ciudad-Real bounded into the
ring, amid the plaudits Of the people and
the ~alguazils hurting about him, the
pointed darts Of the bull lighters with
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