The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1897-04-10

my sun hat, and rode round to interview
Dom Miguel. I was told he was with
the ladies, and he left me to cool my
heels In the ante-room for a quarter of an
hour. When he did come along, it was
with that stilted hypocritieal gait he al
ways adopted when bound on arriving too
late to exercise elemency at an execution.
II greeted him as usual, and he began
off-hand about the aggressive spirit mani
tested by certain foreign powers. The re-
public he assured me, would not suffer
foreign aggression. They might be but a
small and feeble state, yet for all that
they would on no account forego their
natural rights. No nation, however great,
should encroach upon these rights, and he
felt It to be his duty to his country to
adopt firm attitude.
Patriotism in South American presi-
dent invariably means mischief. knew
he was just going to name names, so
dropped hint about the Destroyer.
She has not come yet he observed
pointedly.
~ expect her today replied, with my
heart in my mouth. From the Terrace
we can no doubt see her in the ofing'
"A livid hue crept up into Dom Miguels
big blue checks.
Let us see, he said coldly, and pre-
coded me to the Terrace.
you can bet 1 hoped Scanderson would
be as good as his word, as 1 walked out
after the president. You know what the
Pacific is like on such a day-as If the
light of the universe wee focused to
make the glare. Not shadow anywhere
on the binding blue Of sea and sky, the
glitter folds round you till you feel that
If you flung out your fist you'd shiver the
world like mirror into splinters of glass
at your feet.
ct could see nothing at first for the daz-
zle. Then on the far edge of the sky 1
perceived a trail of smoke. Presently the
Destroyer crawled up out of the horizon
like a black slug on the oily roll of the
water. I pointed to her without word
Dom Miguel just turned and shook me
by the hand.
" My dear sir he exclaimed how for
tunateP
81 heartily agreed with him.
3" England has ever shown herself the
friend and champion of the oppressed,
he continued in a burst Of enthusiasm
AS I was saying before we came out, l
wish to consult you about the aggressive
| spirit lately manifested by Germany in
this state. find that man named Kop-
sell But 1 needn't tell you any more.
We had a friendly drink together, and
that was the last of the war"
"Then Scanderson was successful?" 1
queried
HE was. Unwritten history, you know
"And where's Scanderson?" asked
He made no answer, and for awhile We
| listened in the darkness to the thunder
Of the surf along the bay.
Never the lotos closes, never the wild
fowl wake,
| But = seal goes forth on the east wind
that died for Englands sake"
he quoted. ''Who wrote that?-There are
qualities planted deep down in us which
| come to the surface and flourish best on
the frontiers of the world"
TGitcd Ger him to finish
"At first thought it was the fortune of
war" he resumed at length but later
found that Scanderson had put out to sea
with four men at the pumps. The Bird
wasn't fit to be a penny ferry, let alone
meeting the Pacific swell She went down
with all hands off Caraguez. ''-E. and H.
Heron, in CornhiIl Magazine.