Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-21

strangIed each other IN the Dlack nlgnt.
Sabers pierced breasts, revolvers broke
heads. They murdered without seeing each
other. And between Spaniards, too, I re-
peat; what miserable thing
1t lasted for q long time. At break o
day the soldiers of the army were once more
in retreat, poor devils, and they had los:
many men in order to get that far A use
less attack A night of blood, adding one
defeat to another. Old Garrido would weep
tears of rage again. down there. The Carl
lists, on the contrary, after fighting all night,
welcomed the dawn with shouts of joy.
"Harri Harri !" Then, all at once, the
cries ceased, dead silence fell upon them.
They were bringing back Zucarraga, the
invincible chief, whose voice had
been heard everywhere that night repeating:
"Come! Resist Courage, nv children!"
He was wounded IN the leg, the bone was
broken, they said. 1t was in front of the
gutted house where he usually slept The
prisoners of the army of Madrid-the Car
lists had taken many during the night-saw
this magnificent and proud man, pale as his
white cap, with his black beard, surrounded
bv his officers. Zucarraga could no longer
stand. They held him up under the arms.
Some of his soldiers bought stool, and he
was seated on it, his leg stretched out.
Araquil looked on.
Taken with Garrido's soldiers, he had
been kept in their midst, and Carlist senti-
rels watched him with the others, gun In
hand. HIS knife, his famous knife, had not
been of any use to him. Seeing himself
taken, drawn into the defeat, surrounded
with the other prisoners, he threw it away,
saving to himself: "It will be for another
time!' And now, probably destined to be
shot. since he alone among the prisoners
had no uniform, he told himself that it was
over, and that Pepa would marry another,
or die a maid And bis eyes, full of anger,
turned to the prey which was escaping him,
this Zucarraga, whom he began to hate, he
did not know why-or rather, because
Zucarraga living, meant his own life spoilt,
Pepa lost
The Carlist officers moved uneasily around
Zucarraga Some, on their knees looked at
the wound. One of them called for sur
geon.
1.-THE surgeon! The surgeon, valgame
Dios! Where can Urrabieta be? Where is
hep
1t was the surgeon Of the Carlist detacn-
ment They searched for him everywhere.
The officers grew impatient. Zucarraga,
smiling, very gentle, making sign with
his hand, was saying: wait. Perhaps
Urrabieta has fallen asleep. He must have
had SO much work to do last night" All
at once sergeant hastened forward, going
toward the officers with tears in his eyes,
very pale. They had just found Urrabieta,
the surgeon, among the dead, lying, struck
bv bullet, on the body of a Navarrese to
whom he was attending. 1t had happened
during the night, like everything else. A
ball gone wrong. Those bits OF lead kill
those who nurse as we'll as those VINO cut
throats.
Then feeling of despair arose among the
Carlists. Zucarraga's wound might be Sc
rious: it was serious. And no surgeon to
attend to it! It would be dangerous to wait
until those from the neighboring army corps
could be called. One of the officers walked
straight up to the prisoners and asked, very
loud:
SIS there a surgeon among you?"
Garrido's soldiers looked at each other.
No, there was no surgeon. They were all
soldiers.
''No one who can dress wound?"
"Yes,," a man answered, Il.
"Come forward!'
A man left the crowd of poor, dispirited
men, some OF them wounded. He came for
ward, his head raised. 1t WIS Araquil.
"You are not soldIer?" asked the officer.
"No."
"Why are you here?"
Because they put me here. l do not
fight l wanted to go 70 Bilbao to see my
people. The battle prevented me from pass
ing. That is all!''
"And you know something of meiicine?"
mo. But l can cure. I am something
of torero at times"
The officer. distrustful, made Araquil go
forward 10 Zucarraga, who raised his large
black eyes to the handsome young fellow.
Then the Carlist chief asked for an explana-
tion. Araquil invented story: He was
eager to embrace his old parents, shut up in
Bilbao. 1t was not his fault ii civil war
separated families like that. He went on,
through the firing, continuing the tale of his
lie.
You are Basque. Why are you not
with the legitimate Pretender?" asked Zuc-
arraga in his turn.
Because 1 am with no one."
The Carlist officers were examining,
scrutinizing, this tall fellow with some sus-
picion. The reply drew murmurs from
them. Zucarrags put an end to them.
Every one is free, "sssaid he softly.
Then, his clear gaze sinking into Juan's
eyes:
"You say that you can cure? Can YOU
even relieve the pain little? l am suffer-
ing great DEAL
He showed his naked leg, spotted with
red, beneath the trousers, rolled back and
soaked with blood.
AraQuil took off his vest roughly tore the
right sleeve of his shirt, and. on this impro-
vised bandage he poured, slowly, without
being seen, while handling the piece of
linen, a few drops of liquid-that which he
kept on his finger, in his riug-then, ivid,
he took two steps toward Zucarraga, who had
not removed his eyes from him for an instant
Arsouil's hand did not trembIe as he held
this cloth impregnated with small yellow
spot. AS he was about to kneel down before
Zucarraga to dress the wound, one of the
officers said to the Carlist chief:
ave do not know this man."
"That is true. But one knows neither the
doctor nor the confessor
And he held out his wounded leg to Juan
Araquil with an effort.
"But that yellow spot?" asked a cap
tain.
"a remedy of mine against the wounds of
the corrida,'' said Juan.
go onr'
Zucarragas large black eyes did not leave
those of J uan during the whole of the opera
ton. and the linen was hardly bound
around the wound before the partisan said:
81 already feel better"
Then to Juan: "Now you are free."
"But, General" interposed an officer.
Zucarraga raised his head.
SIT is certainly the least 1 can do, sir, to
render this brave fellow service for ser
vice"
And speaking to Araquil:
"What else do you want?"
Nothing" said the other.
Zuccaraga drew from the pocket of his
runic little cigarette case of Manila straw
and held it out to Juan.
"In remembrance of me!'
"No," said Juan.
"Ahl-" and Zucarraga smiled-'I fear