The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-08-25

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In the little room adjoining the Office of
% United States Marshal Baldwin it beheld
: Eve swarthy men rolled up in blankets
on the floor in one corner of the room, and
IN another corner were three other men of
similar complexion. Al! were sleeping
soundly.
The surroundings of the sleepers, too,
made the gray dawn, which sees so many
queer things, actually stare. There were
piles OF boxes thrown loosely together. and
trunks, yalises, bundles OF clothes and
general ola podrida of miscellaneous
articles. Truly it was enough to make
the gray dawn stare to see such sight in
the quarters of the staid Marshal, Barry
Baldwin.
When the gray dawn had got a little
less gray and could see better-fOr it kept
on peeping into the room-its stare turned
into positive start of surprise when it
saw and recognized the faces of the
sleepers, and especially Of one of them.
e, The latter was a dark. full face with
a prominent nose and broad. white scar
cleaning amid a mass of jet black Eair.
Yes, the gray dawn had seen that face be-
fore, but not up this way.
The gray dawn put on its thinking cap,
apd then, after a moments reflection,
cried Eureka! It remembered when, in
its ubiquitous way, 1t had crawled over
= the hilltops of far-off San Salvador and
illumined the valleys, having peepeG into
palace-not a very pTetentious one,
though. but still q pelace-and seen that
same face reposing On a soft and luxurious
couch in an apartment that was abIsze with
all the glitter and glamour of wealth. 1t
remembered, too. having seen that same
dark countenance, with its heavy express
= sion of firm determination, Dathed in
blood while its owner lay on a miserable
cot in a remote valley in the San Saliva
dorian hills and groaned in anguish OF
=. spirt-moTe al the heavy Flow which a
cruel fate had dealt him in stripping him
of.pomp and power than at the pain of the
wounds which he had received at the
hands of his enemies in the bloody battle
of Santa Ana.
-"HaDg me, if it isn't General Ezeta,
who used to be Vice. President of San Sal
vador," cried the gray dawn. why
but just then a sun beam from the eastern
hills shot along Washington street. and.
catching its reflection, the gray dawn with
a sigh remem bered it had an engagement
further west. and so followed the example
of the star OF empire and fed.
.- The gray dawn was right though. 1t
was General Ezeta, late ice-President of
. the San Salvadorian Republic. who thus
Eeelined in the spare room of Federal
building. with no more comforts about
. him than the occupants of the free-lodging
cell in the City Prison.
The man who six months ago had
millions at his command and was general
in-chief of the army of his country was
hfYp Iii in
could almost hear the hard laugh of an
inscrutable fate at the contrasting cir
cumstances in the life of q man whose
career had been one of stormy adventures
Six months ago he was q ruler-almOst a
dictator - and now he is an outcast,
a man without country, with price set
upon bis head, and furthermore prisoner
charged with heinOus crimes who stands
fair chance of being returned to the land
he fed from and there being executed.
Those around him were those faithful
followers who had chung to him when he
had lost all. and who preferred going into
exile with him to being shot by the victor
ious faction OF their countrymen. They
were Generals Bustamente. Colocho, Ba-
lanos and Cienfuegos.
The party was astir early and the deputy
marshals who were on watch were sum-
moned and given orders regarding break
fast The reDast was later spread on the
table in the room. and the way the prison
ers ate showed that their appetites were
In prime order.
About O'Clock. when Marshal Baldwin
put In an appearance. General Ezsta, with
a rueful glance at his shabby habiliments.
expressed desire to be allowed to go out
and purchase some fitting clothes for an
ex-Vice- president.
Marshal Baldwin thought the request
was q reasonable one, and asked Ezeta to
accompany him. Together they walked to
KearnY street and visited clothing en-
porium. EZeta was not looking for any,
thing cheap. II any one thinks because
he is an exls be is broke" that person is
mistaken. How much be has is not known,
but he can jingle a few twentes in his
pocket. and from his confident tanner in
spending his money it is evident that he
knows pretty well where to get more of
the yellow boys"
He called for as good suit as could be
had, and from an assortment of suits Sc
lected black outfit and paid $50 for it,
Then he wanted gloves. and purchased
buff colored pair. which he drew on and
surveyed with some satisfaction. Next
came the hat. soft black affair, that was
quite becoming 10 him.
When the general returned to the APP
pTaser's building he looked quite nobby.
ana seemed TO acquire now dignity, even
II Inc new habiiments were not quite as
gaudy as those in which he was wont to
strut around the streets of the San Saliva
dorian capital. the admired of the elite of
the fair sex.
dis generals also went through their
baggage ana got out change of suits. and
they looked rather spruce too. General
Bustamente, the fetcest of The fierce IN
the battlefield, alone seemed to take hnt
little pride in logging up He had on a
]; broad-brimmed white hat and darl-
d. brown suit which was not new nv anv
means. But. then. the general did not
seem to give such things q thought nc he
walked about tugging at his grav mrs
tache and buried in reflection. whether
upon the valorous deeds of tho mast or
upon the possibilities Of the future in a
sanguinary way could not be learned
During the recess Of court the party had
dinner served them again in the snare
room. They had as their guests the tSso
:. bright Now York lawyers, Rubens and De