The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-25
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS 2Ta ~
 DONNA FELISA.
BY EpaAR |. wAKEMEN.

ufon the citadeled heights or Jesu uei Monte, in Havana" began the Chronic Traveller. throwing himself iazily upon one of the oaken settles beside our rheery fireplace.
 "our aged host and hostess were still waving us pleasant 'Adios' from the piliared portico. half hidden behind ,surpassing wealth of tropical iuxuri- ance at the end of an avenue of lofty rphIms. Before turning into the noun tain calle we seated ourselves beside restful fountain, whose tremulous de- ,,gsending showers glittered like beads of gold through the saffrony Cuban air. r,,r".There lay the quaint old city of Ha- vana beneath us. like a shining nest within its drowning battlements. Be- yond. the sea. white with plumes of surf at the shore. a wondrous green be- yond, and a bed of glowing purple be- meath the northern horizon.
 "old and venerable Don Miguel, my friend and companion, in ruminative . mood first broke the silence with, An, strange are the unwritten romances of life! Who would credit our serene and happy senor and senora of El Parisio, this lovely paradise villa, with any life chapter that had not passed as sweetly as the murmurlng of this gentle foun- tain?'
 'Y And so 1t came about that, still sit- ting beneath the lofty palms by the songful fountain in the languorous Gu ban air. this true tale of Donna Felisa was told.
 y. At the conclusion of the convention of 1889 between the victorious Espara- tero, commander-in-chief of the forces of Maria Christina and Moroto, the de- feated Carlist mmander-in-chief, which gave distracted Spain a few years of feverish peace, there were re- turned to private life great numbers of the younger members of the Spanish nobility who had adhered to the cause ;. of their queen, as well as many of aris- -- tocratic blood who had cast their for tunes with the defeated Carlist leader.
 The romantic experiences of war had lily fitted the former class for resump- tion of drowsy life and lonesome pala- clos, the threadbare experiences in stu dents gowns at the university, or even for the dull intrigues of & waning court at Madrid.
 Of the titled Carlist lieutenants there was scarcely score who were not ru- ined. Some, following their chief fled to France. Others, in sheer despair, joined the banditti of Andalusia. And others, more desperate soldiers of for tune still, swarmed about the trente-et- quarante tables of Monaco, Monte Car 10 and Hamburg.
 One evening in December of the year named the rooms of the great casino at Monte Carlo were crowded with ha- bitues of the place. Among these was young Spaniard, Don Enrique, brave officer in the recent mobilized force of Queen Christiana, heir to vast estates in Arragon, whose father, the aged Duke of Teruel, being at deadly enmity with the queen, had practically dis owned his son for engaging in her ser vice.
 Nor was this the only cause for si- lence and arrangement between the noble father and son. The latter had been destined for the priesthood. The ambition of the old duke fondly fed it. self in a dream to some time see the purple mantle and scarlet hat of a. car dinal take the place of the black stu dents cloak, and the black hat which all too jauntily sat upon Don Enrique's fair and girlish head.
 But the boys nature was warm, po- etic, adventurous. He fled from the irksome university. Joining a band of strolling musicians, he wandered for several years through the provinces, < much in Catalonia, greatly beloved by the peasantry, and especially by the Gitani, or gipSies, who never forgive an injury nor forget generous friend.
 Don Enrique had been that friend to many of them; and one, Francisco, falsely accused of, petty crime, had been saved by him from the greatest disgrace which can ever befall gipsy, that of Imprisonment, as he was being dragged through the streets to the carcel of Lerida.
 This gipsy, Francisco, called in good fellowship "Pancho' among his com panions, was a stocky, brawny fellow with huge, shocky head and a neck nearly as big, on which, above his open shirt, the cords and veins lay like ropes ahalf hidden beneath black and matted hair. Sleepy and sluggish of appear ance, he was keen and agile and strong as an OK. @.s. ,sa
 Pancho's home was at Barcelona. He followed seafaring life; was the best of sailors; knew all the secrets of the ocean, and as fisherman possessed wonderful knowledge and craft.
 Shortly after the rescue of Francisco at Lerida came the Carlists' victorious advance beyond the Ebro in 1887. Don Enrique hastened to Madrid to serve his queen. From the position of a su- baltern he had been advanced, on mer- 1t, to the rank of colonel, but at the con- clusion of hostilities he left the army, and, still unreconciled to the Duke of Teruel, in wild and vagarous mood of adventurous unrest, found himself like hundreds of others abandoning true courage and his few remaining pesetas at the gaming tables of Monte Carlo
 Don Enrique was deathly pale, as he sat there playing with feverish hesi-