The Irish standard., 1895-12-21

I know that? I know it because I
heard il from their own lips; and will
tell you the story"
CHAPTER VIII
THE SUPPER AND AFTER
'"The cell where they were shut up is
that in which the old monks imprisoned
such as were suspected OF heresy and
others, and close to it is a secret place
there are many such i'll this house,
seuor-where 8 spy may lie hid, and
both see aud hear all that passes in the
cell.
':In this place ensconed myself, and
Law there for hours, with the rats rum
ming over me, so anxious was I to get
to the truth. In the end l was not dis
appointed, for they began to talk. A
great deal of their conversation [
could make nothing of. but at. length
the girl said, after examining gilt
crucifix that hung upon the wall,
"'Look, father, here also they have
gold
''It is gilt, not gold, he answered
L know the art Of it. though with us il
is not practised, except to keep from
corruption the spears and arrow heads
that fowlers use upon the lake. Then
he added:
s''I wonder what that leaden-eyed,
greedy-faced white thief would say if
he knew that in a single temple we
could show him enough OF the metal he
covets to FIJI this place five times over
from floor to ceilingY
"'Hush! she said, ears may be list
ening even in these walls; let us risk
nothing, seeing that by seeming to be
ignorant alone we can hope to escape. :"
ssWell," asked the senior eagerly, "and
what did Zibalbay answer? think
that you said that the old mans name
was Zibalbay," he added, trying to re-
cover the slip.
t'Zibalbay! No, never mentioned
that name, Don Pedro replied suspic-
iously, and with a. sudden change OF
manners "He answered nothing at all.
Next morning when / came to question
them the birds had flown. It is a pity
forsotherwise might have asked the
old man if his name is Zibalbay. sup
pose that the Indians had let them out,
but I could not discover"
,':Why, Don Pedro, you said just now
that they were still in the house"
s"Did I? Then made a mistake, as
you did about the name; this wine is
strong, it must have got to my head;
sometimes it does--a weakness, and
bad ,,ne Tt is an old tale, but there it
ended SO far as am concerned. Come.
senior, take a cup of coffee. it is good. :"
''Thank you, no, answered the senior.
81 never drink coffee at night, it keeps
me awake"
? Still, ! beg you to try ours, friend;
we grow 1t ourselves and are proud OF
it's flavor
sit is poison to me, dare not" he
said. "But pray tell me. do the gentle
men whom I have the honor to see at
table cultivate your plantations?"
Eyes, yes, they cultivate the coffee
and the cocoa, and other things also
when they have a mind. daresay you
think them a rough-looking lot, but
they are hearted, ali! SO kind
hearted. Feeble as I am they treat me
like father Bah! senior, what is the
good of hiding the truth from one of
your discernment? We do business of
all sorts here, but the staple of it is
smuggling rather than agriculture.
sThe trade is not what it was, those
sharks of customs officers down on the
coast there want so much to hold their
tongues, but still there are a few pick
ings In the old times, when they did
not ask questions. it was otherwise, for
then men of pluck We're ready for any
thing, from revolution down to the
stringing up of a coach load of fat mer-
chants, but now is the day of small
profits, and we must be thankful for
such tribes as providence sends u.s.
.Such as the two Americans who got
the senior, whose tongue was never of
the most cautious.
Instantly Don Pedro's face changed,
the sham geniality born of drink went
out of it, and was replaced by hard
and cunning look.
II am tired. senor,," he said, as you
must be also, and, if you will excuse
me, will light another cigar and take
a nap in my hammock. Perhaps you
will amuse yourself with the others,
senior, till yo. wish to 60 to rest" And.
rising, he bowed and walked somewhat
unsteadily to the hammock that was
suspended at the far end OF the room.
When Don Pedro hadsretired; to his
hammock. whittier the Indian girl,
Tulsa, was summoned to swing him to
sleep, saw his son Jose and the Amer
lean outcast. Smith, both of whom, like
the rest of the company, were more or
less drunk, come to the senior and ask
him to join in game OF cards. Guess
ing that their object was TO make him
show what cash he had about him, he
also affected to be in liquor, and re-
piled noisily that he had lost all his
money in the shipwreck, and was, more
over, too full of wine to play.
s.Then Won must have lost it on the
road, friend said Don Jose, for you
forget that you made those sailors a
present from BELT of gold which you
wore about your middle. However, no
gentleman shall be forced to play in
this house, SO come and talk while the
others have their little garne.
Yes, that will be better" answered
the senior, and he sta ggered to an empty
chair. placed not far from the table. at
which I remained, and was served with
spirits and cigars Here he sat watch
ing the play and listened to the CONVEX
sation of the gam blers.
All this while sat at the little table
where my dinner had been served, say
ing nothing. for none spoke to E1e, but
within hearing Of everything that
passed There / sat quiet, my arms
folded on my breast, listening atten-
tively to the tales of outrage, wrong,
and murder practised by these wicked
ones upon my! countrymen. +
Presently Don Smith called out:
ssS.. 6 Look at that. Indian rascal, friend:
he is as proud as a turkey cock IN spring
time: why. he reminds me of the figures
of the king in that ruin where we laid
40 last yea. waiting for the sonora and
her. par tt You re lenlber The senpra.
SSdont you, JOSEF 2I can hear her squeahs
nov, and he he'd brs tan and Id
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