Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-28

forward to hear. The tones of the vic- tim as he entreated permission to speak to tho throng were low. and did not reach as far as where this earnest watcher stood; but the harsh voice of the tyrannical officer who re- fused this last request was pitched in high key, and the man clinched his fists as he heard tho words. Some powerful feeling controlled him. His face grew red and pale by turns; his breath came quick and then la- bored. He saw Lopez seated in the fatal chair, and his teeth ground to- ,gether with rage. Suddenly-could it be?-yes, those dark, luminous eyes were fixed upon his own face, faint smile of recognition greeted him. Further than this, he knew that the pa triot General dared not recognize him. for fear of imperiling his safety, but this was enough. The heart of the watcher swelled with pride and grief; his eyes moistencd; mist swan be- fore him. Then the dying cry of the patriot thrilled him through and through-ah, how often had he heard it before, in words of affection and friendship, and in loud ringing tones upon the battlefield! He heard the harsh command of the officer. the deaf ening roll of the drums; his head reeled, he would have fallen to tho ground but for a strong effort which he put forth to control himself. When his senses were setady again he saw the patriot-martyr dead in the chair, the multitude heaving and swaying around him with excitement, and he heard the loud exclamation from the platform:
 .'So perish all enemies of Spain and Cuba! Viva Isabella! Viva Concha! Down with all filibusteros and rene gadoes!"
 Another loud and prolonged flourish of drums emphasized the proclamation, while from some hundreds of loyal throats came an approving huzza-
 The sight, the words, the sounds threw the man with the sombrero into transport of rage. The soldier-spirit stirred madly within him; he forgot his surroundings, he forgot his own feeble ness; he remembered only that he had just seen Lopez bravely die, and had heard his ascending spirit basely in suited. Prudence, Judgment, safety, all were thrown to the winds, as he flung his great hat in the air and shouted in voice that rang like a trumpet through the Paseo:
 1.-The memory of Narciso Lopez shall live forever! Cuba shall be free! Down with all Spaniards!'
 The very audacfty of the words seemed at first to strike everybody spec chless. Then q murmur of wrath ran through the crowd, quickly swell ing to a roar of rage and dcnunciation.
 'Kill the filibustcro! Down with the Americans! To the garrote with him!, l With such menacing cries as these and long knives were brandished in the air. Quickly the bayenets of the soldiers cleared away the crowd. and q Captain of the guard confronted the offender. The latter stood quietly with folded arms. a look of defiance resting on his handsome face.
 Speak" said the Captain, in broker English. "Who are you?'
 ''An American."
 I've might know Mat! Fellow were you with Lopez or Crittenden?'
 The man returned no answer; h' stood proudly before his enemies neither admitting nor denying hi identity. The Captain, sword in hand was closely searching his face, when 1 sudden light came into his eyes.
 By Heaven, I've seen you beforer he exclaimed. "You were in the tigh st Las PoZas-confess, is it not SOP"
 Still no answer. The mans eye >,cver quailed, but he spoke not.
 "Ah," exclaimed the Captain, '' understand your disguise now. Oblig ,nc by removing that hair, Senor Fill bustero!'
 The man laughed, actually laughe
 Tt the announcement of this discovery and with one motion of his hand tor
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