Morning journal and courier., 1894-06-16

been as years. The calmness of years pos sessed them. It set their features as i'm | psssively as in marble. when they turned to Cangalito, who was now entering the | palisade. "What thinks our queen of our prep | aratione?' asked the chief with radiant | face. 'victory is already gainedl'' the maiden answered; but Miguel alone knew her meaning. In a few minutes more they wore all at the camp entrance, and Pietro in waiting to guard her back to the city.
 sThe next time we meet, it will be with outstretched armsl" said Cangalito solemn ly.
 "so be 1t, and adiosl' was as solemnly returned.
 "God speed thee, our queenl'
 s'God speed thee my queen" echoed Mi guel; and as the chief and the youth re- traced their way to the hut, the white facs and shrouded figure behind the black guide crept through the jungle into the starlit valley, with every soft footfall step into the brief heaven ehe now knew.
 Shortly after daylight of Holy Thursday, table rock and lashed the standard of the
 
 guabrahaca tree trunk above. A sea of black faces, distorted with hideous joy, were upraised beneath; but not 8 voice broke the dreadful silence of the camp Cangalito waved his followers back to their huts, their places of guard and the distri- button of arms, when the two stood be- meath the standard and gazed in every d. rection between the mountains and the sea. There, far to the north, appeared cfv {y, f1o northeast another and another followed. Where the greatest congregations were, here and there one came into sight. But where were the hundreds that had been placed in the hands of faithful followers9 l Suddenly, far down the valley, half dozen were unfurled. Some of these sl- most as suddenly disappeared. Volleys of musketry were heard from the direction of the city. Miguels eyes were strained to the red roofs of La Delicis; but they rested peacefully in the sunshine. Great dust clouds filled the winding roads. | Rifle smoke now and then pnffed through | these ghostily, and flames were seen in diff 1 ferent portions of the valley. The hoarse boom of cannon foated upward from Trini- | dad, and Miguel saw many strange craft in | the bay. An, had relief come from Cien- fuegosa Had the whites been aroused at lasta Were they barricading the city ? Surely dragons were scurrying up the roads in every direction to protect the fly ing planters and their families. Msrciful I Godl His love and faith had not been misplaced!
 Cangalito saw all these things with pla- cid face. With kingly mein he stood upon the rock unmoved, though the certain con- sciousness possessed him of the misplace ment of ail his murderous plans. A pant | ing, wounded messenger came dashing to the camp.
 "We are bstrayedl" he shouted. "Cop- inge still lives. The valley is filled with his soldiers. Thousands of our brethren are disarmedi"
 There was still smile upon Cangalito'a face. Turning to Miguel, without a word he bound him to the guabrahaca tree trunk.
 'I shall return," hs said. "I do not yei believe you false. I shall see her and know. If 1t has been you-the fagots are still herel"
 Leaping from the rock, he grasped his huge machete from the hut door, and with quiet Follow Csngalitol" disappeared through the jungle, with every warrior of the camp, more than thousand in num- Der, pressing clssely after him.
 Miguel bound to the unfired stake, with the black standard floating above him, now
 
 ensigns. Flames and battling blacks and white appeared everywhere before his horror stricken eyes. Cangalito's blacks had massed with thousands more in broad llsno below the little mountain and were sweeping everything before them to the white city by the sea. The terror of tbe scene overcame Miguel and he sank un. unconscious in his thongs.
 What he now saw not is quickly told. Copige's virgin slave had kept the faith o1 love. Swift couriers had been dispatched daybreak relieving forces had arrived from the west. Trinidad has been hastily strengthened; the black of the city i'm. prisoned; and hundreds of families were already safely behind the city walls. But the uprising could not be stayed Infuriated at betrayal, the black. massacred the helpless of the valley which was swept by demoniac horrors Then on came the brute hordes upon the city. Terrible were the hand to haad bat ties that now ensued. The blacks were swept down in hundreds. A last desperate charge was made. It was headed by Can. galito. With handful of followers he penetrated to the very steps of the palace Within 1t were huddled hundreds of ter. TOT stricken women and children. For 6 moment their butchery seemed certain But 1t was not to be.
 The figure of maiden sped down the broad steps from the palace. The two, the maiden and the demon, met with out. stretched arms as Cangalito had said.
 "This for traitor!" he shrieked, hurl ing his machete through her quivering body.
 ''For Migue. and freedom!" she an. swered with god like smile upon hel face.
 The fell together upon the palace steps, Cangalito riddled with bullets from the rifles of the soldiery.
 Miguel was rescued and borne to his fathers home; and thus ended the revolu cion del Quemado, with It's inconceivable horrors and woes.
 "This tower," continued Don Miguel sadly, "was built to guard the Valle Del Aguscate. Twenty-four strokes of the giant bell above your heads were to warn the whites of any future uprising. Its dread tones have never been heard in the i valley. The achievements of blacks by Cubans ceased when the worse enslave- 1a msnt of Gu oubans l, by Spain began; The now lies within this oaaket. It is I, Don Miguel. your host, who once in moments of agony held that hero heart close to his own in Csngalito's pslisade, who now sa- lutes this cssket of Manaca Isnago rever- ently with his lips and who begs you, my friends, to pray with him for the repose of her shining soull"
 To Wed Sunday. Miss Mary Flynn of A Edward street and Francis Tu,bsrt, an employee of the