The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-25

ordered her to conduct the courier and his escort from below to the apartment If they were not too drowsy from the fumes Of wine to make their appear anee.
 In good time they came stumbling up the stairs. dangling and clattering their swords and carbines in noisy oyer-offi- ciousness of duty. They ranged them selves against the wall stupidly. Don Enrique with difficulty repressed his emotions on seeing before him his fath' CTS old servitors; but he answered their low bows of recognition with self possession and reserve.
 Notwithstanding your drunken riot ousness about the place." began the count with frown:-'your swilling Of wine. Jose: your brawls with the COS cheros. Emanuel; and your amours with the wenches of the patio, dandy Alfredo" and each individual servitor bowed humbly as his individual sins were recited: you will see l have brought you to your young master. as I have pledged. Dispatch your busi- ness and begone. or will have each Of you shot from the casino plaza at sun- rise!'
 With much ado and trembling, begot of n great mission and greater dere- fiction. the simple souls from Arragon delivered a sealed packet into Don En- rique's hands; received with great thankfulness his receipt for the same and with many bows and applications of Peace be upon this house." jan gled and clattered down into the court with a hearty "Diablo le compane!' from the count. who stepped out upon the moonlit gallery to make sure of their departure.
 Returning. he found his guest in possession of cheques for fifty thou sand pesetas, command that he should continue to remain away from Spain, and brief postscript express ing the hope that the writer. his fath- CT. might never be permitted to look upon his face again. The letter which contained no superfiuous words was signed, "Geofredo, Duke of Teru- el."
 Perhaps three months had passed without special incident to the sworn friends. The young noblemen, with ample means. yielding to Don En- rique's spirit of unrest, were now the honored guests of the aristocracy of Havana.
 For Don Enrique there had been but joy in leaving hated Spain and in the new life and beauty of the Cuban me- tropolls. If there were clouds behind the placid features of Count Basil, nc one could know 1t. Two trifles to such as he might have haunted his inner life.
 One was that of black-eyed serving woman, querida, or what-not, called Griselda, of Monte Carlo, had been found dead at the house of an absent croupier with a stiletto in her breast whereupon some Catalonian gipsies had stolen the body away and buried it over the border in Spain, after their own barbaric fashion.
 Again, as the steamer upon which the young nobleman embarked left the harbor of Barcelona, a shaggy fsher' man whom the sailors knew as Pan' cho was found secreted on board. lr his possession was noticed blood stained stiletto, whose pattern and or namentation showed it to have beer the weapon of different man than he: for such as Pancho are never fas. tidious about a knife. He was put in chains. Then storm arose and he was liberated, for his giant strength was serviceable. But his freedom was of short duration.
 Count Basil, restlessly walking the deck one moonlit night, had seen his face and eyes full of gipsy vegeance as the stowaway had crept stealthily to- ward his cabin. A word to Fl Capita no from count was enough. The rest of the way to Cuba Rancho sat in the hold with mighty iron links riveted to huge grillos upon his legs. But Rancho, in the hold, forgot nothing.
 At debarkation in Havana the diff ference in the temporary relations of these two men to society sent the man from the hold to the chain-gang of Cabana for brief period, and the other, with Don Enrique, the generous banker and loyal friend, to the splen- did homes of the Spanish nobility in Cuba.
 In this atmosphere Don Enrique and Count Basil lived; and five years fit ted away as in a dream.
 The impulsive, grateful heart of Don Enrique had never openly doubted. At times a sense of oppressiveness came; oppressiveness and dread, as if the very cords of fate were binding him to a revolting presence and com But beneath the Don's life of dalliance was a truly chivalrous soul.
 Events had occurred that had also touched deeper sentiment; senti- ment of compassion. Attempts had been made upon the life of Count Basil de Orense. In one of these he was badly wounded. The name of fisher- man outlaw and contrabandist had been whispered as one concerned in these mysterious affairs. But nothing came of investigation save this:
 A Catalonian known as Pancho' Mar ti among the pescadores of Havana had gained strange and secret power among all the lowly in the Cuban sea- port cities. No one knew just when he had come to Cuba. He had stepped from the Cabana chain gang to a harbor guadana; thence to a fisher- mans coaster; and, while he had made rich hauls of fish in the 'coves and in- lets, his wife, the negress Tomasa, fried the sweet meated robalo and the iuicy euaguancho and sold them .at