Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-28

He SpOke rapidly TOT moment, when the faces of the Spaniards re- faxed, and one of them smiled broad ly. Both joined in the words: ''Si, Snor," lifted their hats with Castilian politeness, and again fixed their eyes upon the platform. -.. myself" said the sailor to his compan- ion. II heard you say old man, and foolish fellow.' Now, my lad, who told you to apologize to those stuck-up dons for me? I'M bet you another sil- yer dollar that I can whip both of them together"
 Il shouldn't wonder, uncle; but I was afraid, from the way you have been going on here, that you would never get b:ck to the ship safely unless you could whip the whole of Captain General Concha's army, too-which l hardly think you'd like to undertake. For my part, I don't want to spend even one night in Moro Castle: and I'm pretty certain that after do get back to the ship, I'll mot appear ill Havana again with you.'
 You won't be urged to-" the sailor retorted.
 You'd said quite enough to put you where the American Government would have trouble to find you,' continued Louis. II believe that if l hadn't stepped in and smoothed out affairs be in charge of a file of soldiers now.' The sailor had an angry rejoinder on his lips, when his attention. as well as that of his companion, was directed again to the platform. The occurrences which this chapter has described were of but few minutes duration, and while they had been transpiring, Gen. eral Lopez had made his fruitless ap- peal to be allowed to speak to the peo- pie, and had taken his seat in the garrote-chair. When the sailors eyes were again turned toward him, one of the guards was clasping the fatal col lar about his neck.
 Do you see," whispered the sailor (for what had just occurred had really made him cautious), 'that he s looking this way?''
 "He couldn't well look anywhere but straight to the front, with that iron collar on."
 .No, no-don't you see that his eyes are looking straight toward us? He don't appear to see the crowd at all he secs somebody that he knows
 Il believe have not the honor of the illustrious Libcrator's acquaintance Have you?' .E5Sr
 "H you were not called my nephew Louis Hunter, I'd knock you down fo that remark. No-I don't know that ever saw General Lopez before; but should consider it an honor to hav such man look at me. Just look a him now-I'n be swallowed by sea serpents if he ai1't smiling! o, tn brave man!-may Heaven receive him I wish I dared to take off my hat t. him. I really believe he's lookin! right at me-"
 The bluff and impulsive sailors mis take was perfectly natural. In tha awful moment, upon the verge c death, with his fleeting thoughts turne
 upon fair Cuba for which he was {
 die, the eyes of General Lopez, as the
 surveyed the vast concourse, were al
 rested by a familiar and friendly face
 His own expressive face lighted up g
 the sight; something like a smile vii
 ited it; one last affectionate look h
 gave to him he had recognized, befor
 the black curtain of death descended bt . tween him and that glorious Septen
 Der day.
 The man who had arrested his alter
 tion was not the sailor. It was tl man in the som brero and white duo suit, who stood just in front of tl sailor.