The sun., 1897-06-13
A GILLIAN CONTRACT.
Revolutionary Business That Did
Not Include Love.
by CUTCLIFFE HYNE.

always neat and trim In his personal appear.
ancc. Even in most atiluent hours no had never
hecn able to afford nm expensive tailor; indeed.
IT is much to be doubted II during all his lifc he
ever bought n scrap OF rniment anywhere except
Nt q ready.mnde establishment; but. in spite Of
this, his clothes were always conspicuously we'll
fitting, carried tho creascs in exactly the right
place, and seemed to the critical onlookor to be
capable OF improvement in no one point whatso-
ever. He looked spruce oven in oilskins and
thigh boots.
or course. being sailor. he was handy with
his needle. Ihave seen him take white drill
Jacket, torn to ribbons in rough and tumble
with mutinous members of his crew. and fine
draw the rents 80 wonderfully that oil traces Of
tho disaster were completely lost. believe. too.
no was capable Of taking a roll OF material and,
cutting It out with his knife upon the deck
planks. fabricating garments nd initio and
though never actually saw him do this with
my own eyes, did hear that the clothes he ap-
peared in at Valparaiso were so made. and
marvcllod Mt their neatncss. II was Just after
his disastrous adventure IN Cuba; he trod the
streets in state OF utter pccuniary dcsttuton.
his cheeks were sunkcn and his eyes were hag
gard. but the rcd torpedo beard was as trim
ever; his cap was spick and span, the white drill
clothes with their brass buttons were the usual
mir, Gle OF perfection. and even his tiny canvas
shoe had not so much as n smndgc upon their
pipe clay Indeed, In tho first instance, / think
2 n mint have been this spruccncss rnd nothing
else WI ,ich made him find favor in the eyes OF so
fastidie us person MS Clotldo In Touchc.
But be this MS II may. 1t is fact that Donna
Elot1l lust saw the man from her carriage
lie walkct along tho Pasco de Colon. promptly
asked his 'amc. and. getting no immediate re-
.pfy. dcspot he'd one OF her admirers there and
then to max his acquaintance. The envoy was
epat rtoI "a, n v1s hn ,tri,
that Donna lotildc should meet the little sailor
at dinner Mt t lie Lion dor that very evening.
Tho dinner vas given in the patio of tho cafe.
where palm IN ,nds fil' cred tho moonbeams and
freflios compe ted wflh the electric lights and
at moderate computation tho cost OF the viands
would have kept Capt. Kettle supplied with his
average rations for ten months or year. He
wns quite aware of this and appreciated the
entertainment nGro th" worse in consequence.
Even the champagne, fdGhly swcotencd to suit
ffie South American alatc came most pleas
antly to him. He liked champagne according to
its lack OF dryness. and this was the sweetest
wine that had ever'pass ed his lips.
The conversation during that curious meal
ran in phases. with.the hors d'purres came a
course OF ordinary civities; then for q space
there rolled out an autob biographical account OF
some of Kettles exploit Is. skilfully and pain.
lessly extracted by Doml Clotilde's naive ques-
tlOnS, anu tutH Win luc SuSHdC anu CiRdTcttes
spasm OF politics shook the diners like ague.
OF sudden one of the D,en recollected himself,
looked to this side and that with scared face.
and raped the table WITH his knuckles.
~ Ladies'" he said imploringly. land Sehores,
the heat is great. 1t may be dangerous
- Pah!" said Donna Clotilde. I'VE are talking
I'm English"
So Which other people besides ourselves under.
stand. even in Valparaiso"
tn
the same opinion on politics as Miss La Touche
here. since she has explained to me how things
really are, and don't who knows that
think the present Government and the whole
system rotten. am not in the habit of putting
my opinions in words. Mr.. Silva. and being
frightened Of people hearing thom.''
"You," said the cautious man. dryly. have
little to lose here. Capta in Donna Clotildc
has much. should be very sorry to read in my
morning paper that she hnd died from apoplcxy
of the arscnica variety. during the of the
preceding night"
Pooh. said Ket lie. "theycould never do that"
."As a resident OF Chill" returned Silva, "let
me venture to dss gree With you. Captain 1t is
q disease to which the opponents OF President
QuijNrra are singulnrly addicted whenever they
show any marked political activity. The palm
trees IN this patio havc reputation, too. for be-
ing phcnomenally long cared SO II II plcascs
you all, suppose we no out on inc rOOt Inc
moon will afford fine pros pcct. and the air
up there is rcpT ed healthy" He picked up
Donna Clotildes fan md nantilla. Tho other
two ladies rose to their feet: Donna Clotilde,
with slight frown o: reluctance. did tho same.
and they all movel Off toward the stairway.
Silva laid OBTAINING fingers upon Kettles arm.
70" Captain" he said. il I may give you n
friendly hint. slip away now and go to your
quarters"
"I fancy. sir" said Capt Kettle. d" that Miss
La Touche has employment to offer me-.
" II she has" retortod Silva. which doubt
II will not be employment you will care about
81 am what they call here on the beach. ~
said Kettle. land I cannot afford to misi
chances. am n married. man, Mr.. Silva, with
children to think about"
"Ah," the Chilan murmurcd thoughtfully
81 wonder II she knows he's marredi Well
Captain. II you will go mp. come along, and I'm
sure wish you luck"
The fiat roof of tho cafe Of the Lion dor Is sci
out as a garden, with orange troes growing
against the parapcts. and elephants ears nnt
other tropical foliage plants stood here anC
there in round green tubs. Around 1t are thu
other roofs OF the city. which. with the streets
between. look like some white, rocky plain cut NJ
by steep cafons. A glow comes from thcs,
depths below, and with it the blurred hum o
people. But nothing articulate gets up to th'
Lion q Or ana III the very mlstincsS OF th'
noise there Is something indescribably fascin
ating. Moreover. 1t is place, too. where thu
hrcfies of Valparaiso most do cOngregate. Saw
Ing for the lamps OF heaven. they have no othe
lighting on that roof The owners twh'
are Israelites) pride themselves on this
II gives the garden an air OF mystery
II has made 1t the natural birthplace Of plot
above numbering. and It has brought them prof
almost beyond belief. Your true plotter. wheI
his ecstasy comes upon him. is not the man to b.
nggardly with the purse. lic is alive and glow
Ing then; he may very possibly be dead to-mor
row; and IN the meanwhile money is useless
best OF OF their sort"are % most desirable. ''''
One whispered hint did Mr. Silva give to Capt
Kettle as they made their way together up tn
white stone steps.
"Do you know who and what hostess is 7
he asked.
"A very nice young lady," replied the marine
promptly. with f!no taste in s''ppers -
happens TO be the richest woman in Chill. He
father owned mines innumerable, and when h
came by his end In our last revolution he lef
-"ery dollar he had al Donna Cotildes entir