The morning times., 1897-02-14

the party entering there, and Gloria,
shrouded in black lace, stood there Il
moment like the dark contrasting shadow
of the White beauty on the stage.
If a queen had conferred kuighthood ON
Harry Bentinck, he would have felt less
honored than he did at the inclination of
that lovely head and the scarcely per-
ceptibie motion of the fan in his direction.
Il have sof:e news that makes me very
happy" she murmureu when he was be
side her Il had half the mind to put on
my yellow satin, with my aunt S diam ond
butterflies"
II thought you were in mourning" he
said taking her fan ana opening and
closing it.
For my country, only for Cuba and
her SORROWS. My heart is so often heavy
for her. But sometimes | wear blue be-
cause it is the national culor. l swathe my
self from head TO foot in it. But, alas,
and she sighed and She laughed. 'blue is
not becoming to brunettes!"
"On the contrary, l sh hould say that
it reveals and heightens their tints.
"Ah, well, l would do more than wear
blue for Cubar' she SAID, still caiIy.
You see, my heart is light tonight,
for we hear that the ornito has made
harbor and landed her passengers and
delivered her cargo. That is good. 1t
was rifles. that cargo. And now there
is more work to be done-more recruits
more guns An, listen! How delicious,
that white creature! An angel would sing
that way. Tell me, why are angels always
so fair so blonde?"
II know one angel who is not blonde,
exclaimed Harry Bentinck under cover OF
the music.
Come and see her, then, tomorrow night
at g. she said airiiy. You need not
send up your card. That is sometimes
inconvenient. Simply come And Harry
Bentincs felt that he was dismissed till
tomorrow at 8.
Nine DArco sat by the fire, as usual,
slipping chocolate that smeiled OF cinnamon
and musk when on the stroke of he
appeared There was little other light
in the room than freight. Two men
rose us he entered. MY brother, Firgilio
Campeador,'' said Gloria. HE rasses as
my aunt's courier, John. Johns was our
mothers name. She was American, you
know And this is Gen. Piers Petersen
as the tall, gray haired man reseated him
self She herself took a low place near
the hearth. Calnpeador threw a stick upon
the fire. and it blaZed up and illumined
her face rosily a moment, and left her
cleaning like ghost For the brief space
no one spoke, and she began softly singing
n little chansonuette. You wanted to
hear about Cuba she said presently, break
ing off singing. "It is so sad I delay.
How can tell you of it all? The oppres-
sion, the Infamous laws, the impoverish-
in had
euough"--
''They are what we revolt against,
said virgilio quietly.
the insults, the cruelties, the men
taken cut and shot before their wives,
the mothers hunted in caves. the homes
burned in the making of those deserts
they call peace, the men bound to a
stake and hacked to pieces with knives!"
She threw her hands up wildly, her voice
almost a shrek "Oh, the sting of it
all!'' she cried, sthe malignity, the help
lessness, the misery, the grief!'
And what amazes one is the indffer-
ence of the American" said Nine.
D'Arco, speaking for the first time, but
in French .'Three American boys are
shot down in Havana because they wear
blue ribbon at their throats."
"In twenty years." cried Gloria, the
Americans will not have avenged them"
And the outrage of the yirginius-
you endure it"
Mr. Bentinck felt as if he not OILY had
endured it, but had committed it,
But, then, IL the Americans endure
it, there are otherss who resent it. Look
at Piers Petersen here said Virgilio
but, to he sure, Gen. Piers Petersen has
spent his life avenging the wrongs Of
Others" cried Gloria again. ''There has
not been a rebellion, not to say a riot,
since he came of age that he has not
meddled with
II seem to be growing old now some
what tired said the deep voice of the
general, with the lisp OF one who more fire.
quently spoke soft Southern tones than
ours II am sixty years old tonight
"We will have cafe brule, then TO drink
your health and many birth night to
| corne,' said Gloria. And while She was
| ordering the coffee and the bowl and tray
| the men began TO speak more circumstan-
| TALLY concerning the chief matter of inter
est, each supplementing the other with
| the other, told half in whispers, of ravage
| and piilage and persecution, Of savage
| treachery and merciless wrong, till Ben
| timex felt his blood boil. 81 myself saw
| it, said virgilio. 1.-THE Spaniard learns
/ nothing Three hundred years ago the
| Aztecs suffered at their hands as we suffer