Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1893-03-18

The conseio de guerra lcourt.martial) is
already awaiting his afrivalw
The deserter was but boy. lie had
n lair face, too, round, almost boyish,
even through the hunted look that had
made him an old man IN terror and des-
peatc fort during those few weeks in
the chapairal. His clothing was in rags,
and his bare flesh, scared and bloody,
showed through. His feet were partly
bound with rags and bark and thongs
ol the nbbon.tree. lie was bare-hend d,
bis hear tangled and knotty, and in one
place a sabcr-cut was It'll open and
bleeding. Hut he sat there with his
hands cIenchcd and his face like a piece
VI marble begrimed with mud.
Through the Windows OF the ferry the
splrs, rigging, aud flags OF thousand
ships upon the peaceful bay cleaned
and FlOwcd as we passed. The sun that
lighted the whole earth with such
splcndOr kissed the mountain and made
old Moro castle even beautiful. The
desettcr looked At Moro as with an
awful fascination. THcn, as II beyond
10 and what he knew was waiting for him
there, the poor fellows eyes seemed
slrliled 10 some point far, iar away.
An, his frantic soul viulted the hated
walls 10 old CASTLE mnyhap to his own
peasant home, to the mother, the sisters,
TO q peasant girls thaighed.rool home
by the vineyards, and brave as he was
trying to be, his whole frame wrthgd,
| his breast hcaved and surged, and,
though he clinched his hands tighter
, and looked old Moro sqnarely Ia the
] iIcc, his blue eyes filled and filed
| again with tears that sCalded their way
/ through the chapaual filth on his face
/ like torrents. A dozen schemes for
rescue shot through my brain. The
| sights and thoughts sickcned me. /
| could scarcely remain in that cabin for
| the pity this man reused tn me.
Having recently suddenly graduated
| from the cditOrship Of a high grade
| literary periodical OF middle America, "
my su.C helpful possessions 10 Cuba nj
! that moment were % small piece Of plug
| tobacco and 81 Bank Of Havana bill.
/ quickly had these made in q compact
| wad. got my knee against his leg.
| lie started and looked me full IN the
face. My hand was on the low iron
! division rail between the seats, and II
| touched his. God knows a soldiers hu
| man sympathy ,oa soldier IN some subtle
| way swept from my heart 10 his in that
touch Ills clinched hand relaxed aud
| turned. The palm was next mine. Our
/ hands Claspcd, and there was q quick
pressure We were born thousands OF
miles apart, had never met until that in.
slant, would never again meet unless IN
eternity, but we knew more OF each
other IN that one moment than many
lifetime 5cquain,ances.
Soon the lcuy.boat bumped against
the Havana whlryts,
Through the CHATTER and clamor and
crowds, the descrtcr was showed and
sabcr proddcd 10 the Plaza de Ia San
Carlos, hurried into a victoria, alongside
which were two mounted guards, and
driven rapidly away. could no, work
that day, and wandering along the walls
OF La Punia, restless, heartsick, and
with the white face Of that desperate
life ever before me, At : O'Clock just
across the narrow harhor entrance were
heard some omlnous drum beats.
on the little plaza Just over the sea on
the heights At Moro there wer move
ments OF small squads Of soldiery. We
could see all this plainly from La Punta.
feared what II meant, could not bear
II, aud hurried away. Just as reached
the old lioquete walls tnere was a sound
OF musketry at Moro. ! looked across
the channel and saw the smoke from
their pieces well nigh eniolding them
all. But saw through and through