The record-union., 1897-10-31

one heard of him for several days. Inc
General said the man was fool, anc
planned an attack by night to surprise
ZucaITaga and take the. pass by the
sense of feeling, the only light to bt
that of firearms. During this time
Araquil had lounged around the in
trenchments of the Carlists, sleeping
under the stars wherever he chanceo
to be. He had in his pocket his knife
this knife which he knew how to plant
at a distance, like a ball in target
He was watching for an opportunity
to approach Zucarraga and rid old Sar-
rido of the chief Carlist, in the mean
time arguing with himself-what is the
difference, war with the cannon or wal
with the knife they are the same
thing? 1t is right to kill one who sac
rifices life.
One night as he approached too close
to the farmhouse, half in ruins, where
Zucarraga slept, the ball of a sentinel
whistled so close TO his head that ii
took away little of the flesh of his left
ear. He took no notice of it, and had
but one regret, and that was that the
Carlist sentinel had seen him. Without
that he would have been able to scale
the wall and spring to the side of Zu-
ea1raga- 1t was all to begin over again
Very well, he began again the next
day, and this was the very day Garrido
had chosen for the night attack. Juan
Araquil was sleeping that night in a
trench with no better bed than that OF a
beast, decided this time to reach Zucar-
raga, cost what it might, when GaIri-
dos men made their attack. The firing
at first astonished Araquil, then gave
him pleasure. Since they were fighting,
ZucaITaga ought to come out, led by
the shots of his soldiers, and If Juan
could glide up to him it would be we'll
done-the knife in the heart-not in
ambush, but in open battle. All! the
blood Of Zucarraga was worth a for
tune. Father Chegaray would have
two thousand douroes; he was going to
have them, and so much the worse for
the Carlists.
They fought brave1y that night. Car
rido's soldiers were enraged and mount
ed to the assault of the Entertainments
with fixed bayonets, pressing on the
Carlists, when they believed taken by
surprise. In the blackness of the night
they strangled and cut each others
throats. Sabers thrust holes in the
chests, revoIvers crushed the heads as
they assassinated each other without
seeing. AS between Spaniards, I ask
you if that was not pity?
1t lasted a long time. AT daybreak
the soldiers of the army We're in retreat
once more, the poor devils having lost
many Of their number to arrive there.
A useless attack. A night of bloodshed
added one downfall to another. The old
Garrido was going to cry again with
rage down yonder. The Carlists, on the
contrary, after having fought all night,
saluted the break of day with cries of
joy. "Harrit Harril'' SuddE My they
stopped and there was a dead silence.
They were carrying by the invincible
ZucanTago wounded in the leg, as they
could see; him whose voice they had
heard all night crying oIt: Forward! !!
Courage! Let us resist, my children
To the front of the dismantled house in
which he slept ordinarily, the prisoners
of the other army, of whom there had
been many made during the night, saw
this magnificent and brave fellow car
ried. He was as white as his cap and
could no longer stand, but was support
ed until some of his soldiers could
bring bench, upon which he was seat
ed with his leg extended.
Araquil looked on. He had been talk
en- with GarTido's soldiers, who We're all
under guard of Carlists with loaded
guns. His knife, his famous knife, had
not served him. Zucarraga was sur
rounded by his officers, who We're great
ly agitated. Some of them were upon
their knees looking at the wound. One
Of them called for the surgeon.
THE surgeon; The surgeon! Valgame
DiOsl Where is Urrabieta? Where is
he?" They searched everywhere for the
surgeon of the Carlists. The officers be-
came very impatient, but Zucarraga
smiled gently, and said with a slight
gesture of the hand Let us wait Ur-
rabieta perhaps is asleep. He must have
worked hard during the night"
Suddenly a sergeant came running to-
ward the officers, very pale. with tears
in his eyes. They had just recognized
Urrabieta lying dead across the body of
a Navarrais that he was attending
That had happened in the night, the
bits of lead killing those who heal as
well as those who cut the throat
Then there was dismay among the
Carlists. The wound of Zucarraga was
serious 1t was dangerous to wait for
a surgeon from neighboring corps, and
he was losing much blood. One of the
officers marched straight to the group
of prisoners and called out:
rs there a surgeon among you?'
The soldiers of Garrido looked al one
another. No, there was no surgeon.
they were all soldiers.
Is there no one who can make a lig-
ature?"
Yes, /, !" answered a man.
"Advance!''
The man came out from the gro,1n
some of whom were wounded. He an
preached with his head carried high. #
was AraQuil.
You are not a soldier?" said the Of
ficer
mo"
Why We're you THEREOF
Because they have put me there. !
do not fight. l wanted to go to Bilbao
to see my people, but the battle pre-
vented my passing; that is ALL"
DO you know anything about medi-
cine?"
No; but 1 know how to make
cure
The officer, a little suspicious, ordered
Araquil to advance to Zucarraga. who
raised upon the handsome youth his
beautiful black eyes. The Carlist chief
demanded an explanation, upon which
Araquil invented a story. He longed to
see the old people shut in Bilbao, and it
was not his fault that civil wars sepa-
rated families like that.