The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1898-12-07

NY Irlenu. AulOS!
A big, honest-eyed Kentuckiar
stopped above dying Spaniard. He
touched the paling, bearded lips with
his and found that the darkness ana
the cold had indeed come.
A girl who had been holding the
hand of the Spanish captain, Jesu An.
tonius, i'll hers felt the fingers stiffen
md grow chill. She pressed her
olive cheek close to his black-bearded
one. Again she felt the chill. Weep.
ing beside him there, it was easy to
note tho resemblance of her delicate
profile to his harsher one, and to know
that Captain Jesu Antonius, dead, and
Maxia Antonius, mourning, were
father and daughter.
Lieutenant Luke Terrill himself led
tue weeping girl away from the stark,
soldierly figure on the hacienda ver-
anda. A wrinkled, yellow duenna
met him at the door and snatched tho
girls hand from his arm.
"Accursed Americana. There is
your work. You shall not enter herep'
Crossing herself aud mumbling, she
hurried the girl away, but not before
Senorita Maxia Antonius had given O
backward glance Of grief and graft
tude.
The Spanish physician tolerated
the touch OF the American upon the
body of Captain Antonius. He saw it
was strong and wise and tender
touch. He allowed him to help to
carry the dead captain within. Then
he dismissed him and Lieutenant
Terrill returned to the detachment of
men that had been stationed on the
hacienda to save Captain Antonius's
property from the revengeful and
ravaging Porto Ricans.
He was a splendid young specimen
OF manhood, from that splendid rear
ing ground of men, Kentucky. He
was good six feet in height, and had
q fine sweep OF shoulders and the free
stride of an Indian. His eyes were
frank and blue. His hair and mus
tache were of the color of the chest
nuts in the woods at home. He had
written long letter to his mother
that morning.
81 am in charge of fifty men, who
are guarding the hacienda of rich
Spaniard from Barcelona, who is
skirmishing somewhere near Ponce.
The Porto Ricans hate him because
he is rich and Spanish and spends
only month or two hero at the
hacienda. Now that he has Joined
the army they are more vindictive
than ever. There are only his daugh-
ter-a young woman, the most beau
tiful l ever saw; mother, who casts
the most disdainful glances upon me
and never deigns to speak-and three
or four servants. 1t is rather monot-
onous, this role of unwelcome pro-
tector. L wish something would hap
pen to STIR the blood"
And something did happen before
the ink was dry upon the paper. A
little procession filed out of the woods
and up the hill. A torn handkerchief
waved from branch the bearer had
cut in the woods. 1t was O pitiful
flag of truce, and the Lieutenant or
dered his men to lower their guns.
As the men came near it could be
seen that the men bore litter. The
Kentuckian and his men went to meet
them.
81 surrender, Americana; it is
final" said the man on the litter, with |
a grim attempt at joke.
Lieutenant Terrill moistened the |
old mans lips from canteen. He
bade his own men relieve the tired |
men who carried the litter. He |
loosened the coat that seemed too |
tight for the heaving chest of the |
Spaniard in his death agony.
"You have protected my home and |
my little one? Thanksl Thanks!"
And so they had carried Captain
Antonius to his home. He had
begged that they let him rest upon
the Yeranda.
II am too tired. l can 90 no