The Press., 1891-10-22

Chiefly, as afterward turned out, they were Indian slaves, and none of these spoke even when they died. But one man, the foster brother of the young nobleman and his body servant since they had been boys together, knew. Strong as was his love for Don Frances co his terror of the penalties which might be inflicted by the church here after was stronger yet, and he told the story.
 He was promptly locked up to prevent him warning his master, and the Frey Carlos called on the captain general be- fore acting on the information he had received. This was about four o'clock in the afternoon of October the seventh. Don Alphonso was with his council out on the walls watching the progress of the great Trinity bastion, and Francesca him. self received the inquisitor general. Find ing that the visitor desired to see his father he offered to send 8 servant to call him back to the house, but as the Frey as- sured him there was no such particular hurry the young man invited the priest to stay to dinner. The invitation was accepted and the two sat chatting to- gether until the captain general re- turned. With them were the alcalde, the engineer and the other gentlemen, who greeted the Frey warmly. It was clearly impossible for the inquisitor to talk to Don Alphonso until after dinner, and he was in no very great hurry.
 Don Francesca went to his room and called for Juan, his servant, to help him dress. No, Juan could be found, so, grumbling nightly, he accepted the services of one of the other servants. He dressed as though for a wedding, in crim- son silk and gold lace, with his favorite collar of pearls around his neck, his sword by his side, his long hair curled in love locks and dark red passion flower worn over the right ear. As he walked into the room there was murmur of admiration from more than one man there in pure delight at his beauty. The dinner went on as dinners are wont, with much talk and laughter. Francesca had never been so gay, an almost feverish ex- citement showed itself in his wit. As he sat at the table he could see the stern face of the inquisitor sitting at his fath- CTS right hand. Suddenly he stopped short, and, rising hastily from his chair, his hand pressed against his side, left the room. For moment he walked up and down outside the door, but even as the servant his father had sent to inquire after him was advancing he walked back, excused himself under the plea of sudden pain and took his place once more. When they all rose he went to his father and told him he was going to call on the arch bishop and might stay at La Popa that night. Then lowing to them all he left the room, and hurrying up stairs got heavy cloak from his room and made his way to the top story of the house. He changed his sword, however, for that which his grandfather had won.
 It was nearly ten o'clock before the Frey Carlos got an opportunity of speak ing to Don Aphonso alone. In the deepest tones he told him of Juan's con- fession. The escape had been planned by Francesca, and he had done the work with the aid of five Indian slaves, Ell Tigre among them, and his servant Juan. He had carried the girl off and placed her in safety. When Don Alphonso, divided between admiration at his son's daring and ingenuity and his rage at the discomfture of his plans, asked where that place was, the Frey answered with 8 grim approach to 8 laugh, "A room in your own house. my sonr
 It was true. The one place in all Carthagena the alcalde could not search, the house over which the banner of Spain hoated, had been the refuge for Nechtls, the Guajero girl. Francesca had taken her up to the space under the roof, and day by day Juan or the slaves had bought food for her, which Francesca had carried to her at night. Don Alphon-