The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-07-04

'No. no!" I exclaimed. "That Is
| only as the last alternatives: when you
find that your life will no longer serve
to keep her from being rescued. She
Is to be cared for until return. Now,
do you comprehend"
Il understand. senor."
Then come. Antonio" We reached
the main path. and I had turned toward
Ell Libertad before Antonio, who was
| a well-drilled servant, ventured to ask
| q question.
May be pardoned, senor-but where
are We going?"
ITO Ell Libertad. You are to show
me some way by which We may enter
! the city undetected."
But. senor! To attack the garri-
son? Only two Of us?"
mo. no. But only to steal the
Padre, Antonio"
the man again addressed me. 'Par-
don, my general. but here are three
dead by the path"
"Well. what Of it?"
Their clothes might be convenient
- disguise"
We approached them, and some night
creature fled snarling away into the
dark. I exchanged my coat and hat
for those Of a dead rebel. and Antonio
did the same. hiding ours in q con-
venient place. Then we pushed on rap
idly towards the city, my man leading
as We drew near till we reached q
shaded wall, at the end Of which was a
little white house. Upon the wall ne
got, and I followed in silence. At the
little house we clambered down again
into an overgrown garden and up a
circuitous path that was only broad
enough to permit us to travel in single
file. but which was worn hard with
frequent use. 1t seemed as though we
had made a detour of half mile, con-
stantly ascending, when Antonio de-
parted from the path by trail that
was hardly visible in the moonlight,
and a few moments later we were re-
moving an Overgrowth of vines from
the dark mouth Of a walled culvert
that pierced the masonry that defended
Ell Libertad.
1T is the old DRAIN" whispered An
tonic. ''There is a lumber shed now
on the other side, and the people have
forgotten 1t. We boys used to use 1t
when we would steal pines from old
Pedra aza's garden"
I hated to put foot in the uninviting
passage, not knowing what moment
might feel the fangs Of u serpent in
my leg; but there was nothing else
to do. We reached the other extremity
in safety, and crossed ourselves as we
emerged into the shed, which was half
full OF old barrels and rubbish that
the builders had left.
'Now. where Is the priests house?"
1T is there, on the corner, senor.
There are two there who live together"
1.-Two? The devil!'
mo, senor, both Padres, I assure
you"
But. loo you, Antonio. We do not
want two. One will be plenty for our
purpose. Perhaps they are not at
home, as there is no light in the house?"
mo, senor they are both at home.
Do you see those little red sparks on
the veranda?' Sure enought, there
were two points like the eyes Of an
animal. AS we looked one described
q semi-circle and returned to it's first
position. They were the cigarettes of
the reverend companions.
There is no time to be lost, An
tonic; you must take away one Of them,
and will kidnap the other"
But howe" asked Antonio.
Listen. You have an errand from
the sick. Do you hear that uproar in
the distance? That is the noise of a
woman wailing over the dead. There
will be some wounded there too. A
wo,, n n o1 man hoe 10 1lad for tho podre
Go quickly, Antonio, and be sure you