The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-03-07
meaeer. his eyes stained by tears. The
heart of tho mother was indeed broken

man OF Justice, hard, pedantic, cruel and
gasp!ng. the habitual sight Of crime a.
WAYS before him had given him a heart 81
bronze. For him success justified and
sanctined the means, and In his business
Of fiscal he had an opportunity to put hi-
principles In practice. In short, m avar-
icious lecch, 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 10 you. one gloomy morning In the
early spring, Don Andres de Soil. was
colled 10 CASTLE. An avaricious old uncle,
whose heir he had become, had succumbed
TO A mortal malay, and despite the
orieyous condition OF the roads, that ice
and snow made nearly impracticable, be
had unhesitatingly begun the journey.
Cold was at the end VI 1t.
As the carriage slowly mounted the de-
Gles that crossed the Sierra de SAINT
Adrian. the fiscal felt himself invaded 10y
a sentiment of melancholy-a vague pre-
seutInent. Why Unless it was the lone!i-
ness Of the place, the somber grandeur OF
the mines that crowned it, the steep, pre-
cipitous ascent up which the VehicIe
lobored nj an almost perpendicular angle,
Lo could not have told you. The sudden
s%toppace 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 n group of men concealed III the
rocks and c|revices Of the mountain Hung
| themselves upon the brides of the horses;
81 voice commanded him TO descend.
II descend. said De Soils sc~ornful!y;
''back. ladrones. back at once-thou art
talking to the Fiscal Don Andres de
Solisr'
sDon Andres the iscalr' No, Don
Andres the miser; Don Andres tie
usurerr' the briCan6s answered, "dvanc-
| ing w%rathfully. Their chief, however, a
| Young man. handsome, well built. n
| with the eye Of an eagle, pushed them
| aside and placed himself at tue opening
| 10 recoil Immediately with q cry OF aston
| ishinent, echoed by the prisoner within
for the features Of the one were the ;est-
ures of the other-the likeness between
them incredible; only in the case Of Don
Andres de Soils the face was wrinklcd L
| faded by time; in the case Of the young
man brown, fresh and rudy. As for the
| rest. the heavy eycbro VS., the brow, broad
| and full. the nose, long and aquilnei all
| were the same-not q line was missing.
Thy name, boy, thy name" demanded
De Soils in q stifed voice; give me thy
| name"
"Cristoval. the trabuceire brigandj-l
have 10 Cther"'
MY son, my son Cristoyal!' 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. Thou art my son, -
| he continued: my SOD stolen from INC IN
infancy and mourned so long. know 1t
Il tell thee | know it,"
Cristoyal smiled contemptuously.
Think not. Don Andres" signing 10
his men 10 Withdraw n little, think not
| 10 escape by so infamous a ruse. ] am a
waif-rescuei from the pavement, it 10
| true, | also have the misfortune TO resem'
Die YOU strangely; nevertheless, | believe
thou lest. for there is naught else in like
ness or kinship between Us. IL IS better
so, for thou wouldst be shHmed by a son
in the ranks of the miserable trabu-
| CARES, hunted like ferocious beasts
| whilst /. were it true, should scOrn and
| loathe myself. What, !, the free anc
| honorable trabucairc, who fights an en-
emy openly and bravely, the son OF Don
| Andres the Fiscal, tne Judas vino sells his
| friends as the disciple sold his Lord
| Never And if | thought it true would
| this moment dash out my brains on the
| rocks AT our feet 10 atone for my misfort'
| une--to expiate my shame. All the
| same | shall conduct myself toward thee
"a If really thy sou. Wait n moment
| hear me out, " calmly repulsing the fiscal
| who had thrown himself forward with a
| movement Of JOY, there are line when
an honorable and voluntary death i;
| enough 10 elface a criminal M ugly
| past. Behold his pistol-take 1t and XII!
| thvself! II we are of the same blood,
thou wilt comprehend that my PROPOSE
ton honors thee and that thou shouldst
moi hesitate. Accept 1t and ! will &C
k, owledge thee as my father before all
my comrades. What say your
The face Of Don Andreas %whitened, his
| hps trenibled. The trabucaire shrugged
| his shoulders.
"Soul of fiscal-soul Of coward | am
not of thy unworthy ruce. 1t Is well, and
| thou shalt live-live in the scorn OF all,
| but on condition that thou keepest silence
| upon all that has passed between US and
| outrage me no more by the tit Of son
1t is an insult | shall instantly avenge. y
miserable boy" cried the unhappy
| father. were thy mother here thou
| would,t not dare deny her. Return with
me to thy home; quit forever these de-
spairing fugitives; come 10 thy mother,
| RosarioV'
"That they may say, Like father, Ike
SOM No, | will not return; nevertheless,
| will see the Donna Rosario, and see her
soon"
The summer that followed this scene
upon the Sierra de Saint Adrian q course
OF bull fights had been announced at Val
ladolid. You know the passion OF the
| Spanish people for this style of diversion
| and how they run TO them FOR leagues
around. All the same | was struck with
astonishment when | entered the circus,
for the vast and double a~mphitheatre, the
boxes opening upon the place Of the tau
reaux and every inch and corner OF the
monstrous building seemed 70 rock and
tremble with the thunders Of applause.
| The signal was given by the alcalde,
or corregidor Il have forgotten which,
| the toreros clustered in the space Ike a
flock Of brilliant birds. A magnificent
bull from Ciudad-Real bounded into the
ring. amid the plaudits Of the people and