San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-07-16

ishment. An ignOminious death is requir
ed, and you are going to receive it at my
hands,"
"a father kill his SON."
'There is here neither father nor son
There Is, on the other hand, far from every
tribunal, man whom the law has conse
Grated judge, who has never laid aside
that character despite his unwonted forfeit
ure, and who should pronounce your death
sentence! That sentence will execute.
Follow me-" ..G. 60. H.I" ".
He dragged him behind some rocks which
hid both of them from the sight of Dimitri's
companions The latter seemed to have
OWNED stormy explanation between the
father and son, and held themselves in
readiness to fly to the assistance Of their
comrade.
Dimitri, livid, regarded his father with
that fixed glance which criminal fastens
on his executioner at the moment of exc
cution, for the young man felt that he was
about to receive his death at his fathers
hands.
Father, your will be done" murmured
he.
There are words which should not be
profaned," said Yermac, in a stern voice.
'Give me your beltl"
For what purpose"
ITO tie you to tree"
at is useless; you shall see that I know
how to die. When am dead, you will have
to push me to make me fall"
"Obey; this binding is a humiliation to
which you should submit"
''If So l consent to it. Do as you will
Dimitri took off and handed him his long
woollen belt. His father, pushing him
against larch, passed it around his body
and tied it in knot behind the tree; then
he placed himself before his son. He
drew from the leather belt, which kept
them at his sides, his two revolvers and
said, with emotion which he did not strive
to hide:
"You are about to die, Dimitri-alas in
this place. Who could have told me so the
day you were born All! if your mother
Dimitri, turn your thoughts to God! Pray,
my child"
But first, father shall have your par.
don after l am dead?"
Eyes, when you have expiated-"
A cold sweat broke out on the chief of pc
Ices forehead The Judge was awakening
in the father.
Farewell, father; die repentant!" muir.
INJURED Dimitri
And he closed his eyes.
Yermac drew back three PAGES. He held
one of his pistols in each hand He aimed
them at Dimitri's breast. ready to fire.
This horrible scene was illuminated by the
bloody glare thrown from the destroyed
forest
Suddenly. Yermac staggered, sank down
and lay stretched upon the ground; he seem.
ed stricken with that death which he wish.
ed to give.
Father" cried Dimitri, with sob of an,
guish.
The chief of police could not hear him.
He lay deprived of sGnse, his face was dis.
tOrted aud his eyes protruding from their
sockets.
Father it is who should die, and not
you!-father return to life! Hear my
voice"
Dimitri's companions, uneasy at his dis.
appearance, ran up. While some released
the young man from the tree, others bent
over the stiffened body of his father.
SIS he yet alive :" asked Dimitri, approach.
ing
mo; he is dead-he is entirely cold"
"Oh! father, father, pardon me !" cried he,
beside himself II have killed you"
And as if he feared lest the arm of the
corpse might suddenly lift itself to strike
him. he dare not give his father final EN-.
brace.
One of the gold-robbers, imposing silence
on the rest and demanding attention, then
spoke. He was a tall and sinewy man,
gifted with an intelligent countenance.
'Dimitri,n said he, taking the young man
by the arm, you must be our chief Your
father has killed Koskintine."
why should Dimitri be our chief" asked
another of the men, violent fellow, brute
with red hair and hard and menacing look.
I'VE shall see!" added he, without waiting
for an answer.
"FIe must be our chief because it is in ac
cordance with the custom of our band, Ivan
The oldest is the chief, and, when he fails
to respond, the youngest. Dimitri is the
youngest among US"
81 will restore your harmony, said Dimit
ri, at last. MY friends, am about to for
sake you. Leave me. If my father should
recover consciousness"
"If he should recover consciousness" said
Ivan, she would kill you He is not the
man to pardon you. But reassure yourself
he is really dead. Come with u.s."
mo; depart without me-leave me here,
said Yermac's son. And strive to quit
your evil ways"
"What sort of a song are you singing
nowl" said Ivan. ''Since you are our chief,
follow us; you can think over matters later "
'Ivan is rightm cried the entire band in