The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-02-04
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kAo uaFuNo fhIuSp NcIsht1Ic duu bEdNeI
ed newspaper man who cared little TO
society or for anything but his profes
sion, who told this story to a group O
reporters the other night:
Five years ago / was working on
New York newspaper. One Afternoon
Just as ! set out from the Office to de
my routine assignment the managing
editor sent for me. He held a yellow
cablegram in his hand, and as l entered
his room he glanced up from it and said
Harding, | { am going to send you
to Honduras. You leave in two hours.
He explained hat a new uprising
was lmminent-an uprising that prom,
ised to be a bloodier one than any ever
before experienced by that country OF
constant revolutions. Il need give you
no instruction. he said. You know
what news is. Go there and send it to
us. We want the situation just as you
find it
1--WE got into Truxillo after doubling
Cape Honduras about the same hour in
the afternoon that we had left New
York several days before.
II strolled out that afternoon in or
der to get some idea Of the situation and
to meet English speaking people to save
myself from feeling hopeless isolation.
Il suppose | watched the crowd for
an hour and had just started to return
to my hotel when a woman's figure
came toward me along the street. Some
thing in the fine figure and graceful
carriage made me think hat I had seen
her before, and waited. / recognized
her as she came near me.
lis this Miss Villiers of New,
York; / asked in surprise, extending
my hand. She turned and held out her
hand frankly. 1t is, she said, and
this is Stuart Harding. remember YOU
very well. What On earth are you do
ing here?' @..~.
81 have just arrived, / said to her.
But what could have brought You
here?' Brought me here?' she laughed
in surprise. Why, this is my home
II did not know her very we'll in
New York, but she impressed me as
having great depth. She showed a pref
erence for my society, but when she
turned those deep, unfathomable eyes
upon me it always gave me a shifty,
uneasy feeling. She went in elegant
style, with good people and appeared to
have plenty of money.
And now I had met Miss Villiers
again, and she was even more beautiful
than before. My pleasure at meeting an
old acquaintance in this foreign city
was reflected in her own happy face.
i see a New Yorker here, , she
told me as we walked along together.
"She was a charming companion, and
l found that | had walked by her side
until we had almost left the city behind
as and stood in front of a stately in
closure, with q residence sitting far
back half hidden behind the luxuriant
foliage. We had become confidential.
and her face TAI flushed with a rich
glow.
Miss Villiers, / said, wouldn't it
DO advisable for you to go back to New
York awhile? have Trustworthy in
formation that a terrible revolution is
imminent Your life would be in dan.
ger here
"She glanced up at me, startled. oh,
i think these umo must be Unbound
ed. she said hastily. The revolutions
are so cruel In s there is one you
will help the government, of course?'
SHE had placed her gloved hand on
my arm in her agitation and was bend.
ing eagerly forward.
NO. | answered, for an instinct
told me that / was saying just what she
desired me to say. No, l will not. The
government is too cruel. I am with the
revolutionists-the people
oh, l can trust you, / know she
said half passionately, continued Hard.
ing. "'I knew it from the first hour |
met You in New York. l know it now.
l am SO glad you are here. Perhaps you
may help us. Perhaps You may advise
father.
Yes, there is to be a revolution,
and a bloody one, | fear. Father is the
leader. He has sore grievances, for he
has beer thrown out of power by a re-
volt, and then he is the champion of a
principle. Just as soon as the plans ma
turs the insurrection will COME
She laid the whole plan of the up.
rising before me. She trusted me i'm
plicitiy, even to giving me the names of
the leaders and the date when the ont
break was expected to come.
a listened TO her the conviction
grew in nv mind that her father was
about 70 stir up a cruel and causeless
rebellion. No higher motives than thosa
OF revenge and power to be gained inn
PEELED him onward And yet she beliey-
ed in the righteousness and Justice az
his cassse with all her heart.
Z went 10 my room and wrote out
the story. Il gave every detail, mention
g eky paihs 4 could renneznaef and