The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-26

Win TINS the famous pirate STROBE out
of the palace
Tacon saw that the sleepy guards who
had permitted the outlaw to pass them
were shot in the plaza OF Moro castle
within an hour: after which he en- owed
the first nights peaceful sleep he had
ever known since he had become COVER
nor-general of Cuba.
VI
On this night a motley crew o.. gypsy
musicians from the canon of Lluyaho, led
by an enormous gypsy of shaggy beard
and breast. appeared at FL Dique.
Among them was a slight. frail gypsy
girl, who often seemed i'll and fainting
beneath the cold gaze and the heartless
sallies of the habitues. The gypsy band
enlivened the luxurious place with its
gay melodies, one awkward fellow with
gaunt cheeks and hollow eyes playing
with tremendous vlgOr a strange and IN
known melody upon the violin.
Its MEM ers were well paid, well fed,
given liberty under escort to stroll among
the ripping fountains and dazzling corri-
doris, musical with birds, and, sometime
after midnight. after performing sweet
Anddlusian air, the picturesque folk
passed reluctantly out of the huge portal,
having secured after much diplomacy the
privilege of camping upon the edge of the
highway against the walls of FL Dique,
until morn.
Neither Don Enrique nor the count had
been seen. The one had lost heavily, and
staggering blindly to MS apartment had
flung himself upon his bed, unkenpt, un-
strung, distraught. The other satisfied
with his splendid gains and progress, had
also retired early.
But this night Don Enrique could not
sleep. His mind was in that Super-acute
state which is sometimes, even when
nNVsfNVH IN NyVTW,
lions and is marvelously sensitive to in
fuence infinitely remote from it's own
immediate surroundings.
He had heard strains of music this
night which to an extent shook of the
awful influence then upon him and
swept in upon his soul Unreasonable re-
morse and love like flaming tempest of
fire.
At intervals that music again floated
in upon him from out of the night In it
at times came a tender madrigal, La
Pledad," only one living being sung and
played. That one was Donna Felisa.
He staggered to the balcony. No
there were only a dozen wandering gip-
sizes, huddle1 together beneath him
against the wall of FL Dique. He again
tried to sleep. He fought the demons
OF drink and remorse and the maddening
pangs of poignant love, until he sank
upon his couch exhausted.
Then the titful dreams that one who
had made the little madrigal of la
Piedad' was in every imagina BILE human
form lowering above and about him. He
saw her in her sweet home ways; yes, as
wandering gypsy minstrel, sxulking in
the mountains and canons, even playing
before him and the lascIvias who held
him enthralled. The frenzied man even
heard his name called by her, whispered
by her moaned by her:
Don Enrique!"
He leaped to his feet in an agony Of
fright and remose.
The frail gypsy harpist was in his
alcoba. She few to him; chung to him,
even in his loathesomeness.
Don Enrique! On, Don Enrique! 1t
Is |, thy Donna Felisa Come with her !!
Gomez"
Then the gypsy girl. sobbinG- moaning,
pleading, dragged him to the balcony.
Bewlldered, yet clinging to the half wild,
tiny thing who held him, as in a dream,
he suffered her to force him down a cum
brous stair her companions were holding
in the calzada below. He found himself
surrounded by an uncouth GYPSY band,
and chung to madly by this one slight
maiden who still sobbed and pleaded
piteously:
Don Enrique Don Enriquel It is thy
own Felisa! Fly, oh, fly with her from
this wretched place."
Suddenly light shone from the alcoba
above them. A man appeared at the bal
cOny. Divining the rescue, with a curse
he swiftly descended the stairs. He was
confronted by giant gypsy, with shaggy
face and breast, and with vengeance
cleaning from his awful eyes. A slender
shaft of light quivered for an instant from
a stiletto blade and Basil de Orense fell
dead without on cutlery, back upon the
massive walls of FL Dique; while one
called Pancho Marti spurned him with
his foot and muttered:
sleep, Ell crOupier -Tencador asei-
no por mea, Griselda!'
They sped with Don Enrique to Havana
as swiftly as their feet horses would carry
them. He was won again to reason and
right by this brave and devoted woman of
Cuba, and few weeks later found them,
man and wife, upon the broad Atlantic,
bound for dear old CASTLE, whence they
returned from Arragon to their own
lovely quinta in Havana
And of their future, Don Miguel"
The stars were shining through the
palms above the murmurous fountain as
the old Spariard answered me, with a
backward gracious wave of his hand:
You have left them within the hour"
And of PanchOl-and Marti?"
"They were one-afterward, his excel
lencY, Chevalier de Francisco Marti. the
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