The Irish standard., 1891-09-05
CHAPTER III.

SETTING THE TRAP.
Again the chimes ring out in the ca
thedr:al tower, but this time they mark
the hour Of midnight.
The hanging lamp, which was wont
to burn bright before the arched door
wav Of the palatial residence Of Don
Manuel Ceballos, had in sorae manner
become extinguisfed, and NO one in the
vicinity, not even the watch" seemed
inclined to relight it. Nor did there ap-
pear to be any necessity FOR the illunls.
nation as the passers-by were few.
Shortly after tie bells had ceased
their vibrations, Is enc haG been play
ing the spy, he would have seem the
form of a man glide steathily along the
street, keeping we'll in the shadows of
the buildings, pause at the doorway OF
the mansions and knock gently for aa~
mittance.
One would then havas heard the door
open and might have observed the new
conner place some dark object before
his face, armi have caught the words
Scuba or Death
Fully dozen of these mysterious
characters, cossld have been counted.
They qcere counted. and by Jose
Calvo, who,. unobserved by any Of the
patriots, had crept near enough to near
the countersign see the mask, cover
the features, Of the applicant for ad1nis-
single Individual
"Ah!" mutteretf the spy, ''this then is
what Felipe Coras suspected. A secret
meeting Of the patriots! But whysshould
he, q native-born Cuban, wish aught Of
harm to bis, countrymen? 1t must be
revenge! Yes, revenge! and, to my way
of thinking; his vindictiveness points
directly to Don, Manuel CebaIlos or his
son Francisco. And does he expect me to-
play the despicable part of an informer?
Though why should he not? I have
fallen to the very lowest stratum Of So
eiety and may well be considered capa-
BILE of performing so dastardly an act.
But, by the good name of my fathers,
he shall see.I have not lost all the at
tributes of manhood! Valdes Haas shall
know of this nights work, and that, too,
at once, if I can find him. He, at Least,
can trust"
Having arrived at this decision, the
poor man hurried back to the corner
of the streets. where he had encoun-
tered the officer who had spoken to him
such kindly and encouraging words
That he would meet him in that neig1-
borhood he was sure, for he knew that
the citizen-policeman's patrol would de-
tain him i'll this locality.
Nor was Jose Calvo astray In his cal
culations, for there, in the glare of the
gas lamps, still stood the young Cuban.
| listlessly toying with the hilt Of his
sword and with seeming carelessness
scrutinizing the faces of the nocturnal
| jewellers as they passed.
The mendicant did not approach close
! to Haas, but stood little apart until
I he could, without too much demonstra-
ton, attract the attention Of the officer.
| He was not kept long waiting, for the
sharp eyes of the Cuban were rowing in
cessantly over every object within the
range of his vision, and when he de-
tected the barefooted individual, stand
ing somewhat in the shade, he moved
forward as though to inquire into the
business of such suspicious-looking
character.
ssWiu the senior draw a little apart, y
began Jose, in a whisper, "that we may
not be seen or overheard? have start
ling news to impart."
"a few steps will take US to the Gala
boose," replied Haas, in the same
Guarded tone
(To be Continued.)
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