Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-27
PART I.-CHAPTER IT.

FART I.-CHAPTER IL
 STIRRING INCIDENTS.
 The two Spaniards whose comments upon this tragic scene have been given stood in the thick of the crowd, right in front of the garrote, and not far back from the rear rank of the soldiery. Very near them were three men, deep ly interested spectators of what was occurring, and with whom the pages of this truthful narrative will have much to do.
 One of them stood as much by him. self as any one could in such mass of human beings; or it would be better to say that his actions showed that he had no companions there. He was dressed like many of the people of the better class present. ill cool suit of white duck. An enormous sombrero, or wide-brimmed Mexican hat, almost completely concealed his face, and a great mass of curling black hair fell over his shoulders A person seeing so much of him. and without observing his face, would have thought that here wa, certainly some jaunty son of rich Cuban planter. who had come to Ha- vana to sec the execution. But if he had been closely observed, it must have been seen that he was nervous and ill at ease. He changed his position often; he looked eagerly and anxiously for the appearance of the fatal process sion; and when the platform had been occupied, he never removed his eyes from the illustrious victim, and even threw his sombrero back upon his head, that his vision might not be interrupted. From where he stood to the chair ill which General Lopez bravely met his cruel doom, the distance may have been fifty feet.
 Directly behind this man stood the two actors ill our drama whom we are now to introduce; a little to their left were the two loquacious Spaniards. The two first referred to were evident ly Americans; both their complexions and their casual remarks to each other, given in a low tone, showed it. One was tall, slim young man of perhaps twenty-three, whose pale face was lined with the marks of dissipation and excess. He was decidedly handsome, with his raven black hair, his broad white forehead, his long straight nose and delicately curving lips; but he had pair of such cold blue eyes as made you wonder that they could have been mismated with his dark hair and eye brows. The common expression of his face was unprepossessing, even when he smiled. It was not face to invite the confidence of stranger.
 The contrast between him and his companion was marked. The latter was a head shorter, stout, squarely built and muscular. with great rough hands, and a big head set upon his broad shoulders with little appearance of neck. A thick mat of grizzled hair covered it, and shaggy eyebrows al- most hid his little twinkling gray eyes. His face was tanned and Drowned by sun and wind, a great livid scar showed where his whole cheek had been once laid open by a sword-cut, and stubbed beard and mustache covered his lower face. Notwithstanding the heat of the sun. he wore 8 tarpaulin hat and heavy dreadnaught coat. He looked precisely what he was-a son of the sea, who had followed it two-thirds of his life, who was never at home when ashore, and who had sailed to every quarter of the globe. His age was nearly sixty years.
 As he looked now upon the crowd and the preparations for the execution, his sturdy, honest face expressed an indignation that he dared not utter; but his feelings found relief from time to time by running commentary mutt tered to the young man beside him.
 ''The internal Spanish villains! All the wonder to me is, that the Spanish blood could make such hero as the man they are going to murder. There must be some mistake about his family; I'd bet a silver dollar there's dash of Anglo-Saxon blood in him."
 ''Uncle, uncle. whispered the young man, 'do be quiet! You'll be over heard by some of these officers"
 "Well, wouldn't care very much. l feel ugly-that's the long and short of it. tell you, Louis, if that noble fellow up there had succeeded, he'd be called another Washington or Bolivar; and I'll be smashed if he wouldn' t have succeeded, too, and driven the whole Spanish-Cuban army into the Gulf, if he'd had with him two thousand of our countrymen such as stout old Zack