Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1898-05-20
A SACRIFICE.

1t was very quiet, very tranquil, in
the barracks that day, and from the de-
serted grounds, where only solitary
sentry or two paced up and down, none
Of the usual barrack room talk, laugh.
ter or singing could be heard, for
every soldier, bandman and officer had
been called to the officers police quar-
tiers, where fellow soldier was being
tried for his life by the court martial.
No women were present in the grim,
fortresslike quarters-only the soldiers
stood in silent, stern rows around
the room. On the dais sat the colonel,
the mayor and some lesser officers;
fronting them, straight and erect, with
shoulders thrown back, stood the pris-
oner, Santiago Morena. He was good
looking fellow, and the star on his uni
form lapel showed that he had received
credit "for valor in the field" Not q
flicker of an eyelid, not movement,
showed what he felt. There was not
even tremor when the colonel, after
long and grave discussion, at the last
stood up, with the other officers grouped
about him, and pronounced the sentence
of death-"that ON the morning of the
following day Private Santiago Moreno
would be escorted to the plains of San
Geronimo and there be put by the ley
de fuga to DEATH" That was all. Tho
prisoner drew himself up and saluted,
his face no more concerned than that Of
the men about him, and was taken to
his cell.
The soldiers melted away group by
group, some of them displaying sorrow,
some unconcern and Others anger, for
the Staying of his companion in arms
by Private Moreno had been very cold
blooded and more than usually wicked
deed, even in country where wicked
deeds are common. For with deliberate
intention Moreno had waited for the
other, after parting with his sweetheart,
Panchita, and coolly and methodically
bored dagger straight to his heart
For it he had offered no excuse or de-
fense stating merely that the murdered
soldier had "annoyed Panchita;" that a
"caballero cannot allow such thing as
the molesting of his novia.
In his small stone cell Private More
no walked about, whistling gay Mex
lean DANA, bunting the while for writ
ing materials. Ho wanted to write adios
to his sweetheart, he stated lightly to
the wardor who was eying him warily.
ono hand on his pistol. Though Moreno
might not be armed he was a man to be
watched. But at the prisoner wish to
write note to Panchita the warder 8
face relaxed and he offered to find pen
Gil and paper. For Panchita was his
own cousin, and every one loved the
CAV, pretty girl, with her artless, inno-
cent ways that had lured two men on to
death.
Poor little Panchita! Five minutes
after the death sentence had been pro-
nounced she knew of it. and, her door
locked, was lying face downward on
the cold stone floor, moaning and cry
Ing to the Virgin for help. 1t had all
been her fault, as she knew-througE
her two men would 60 to purgatory,
ana DOW MUulu euC ullpNNCA AoA 'hSAA''
On the shrine before her, decked out
in blue and white, was tiny, yellowed
image of the Christ, with blood stained
body and hands. Underneath him hung
the holy pictured face of the Virgin,
and to the two, Panchita, weak and
faint from long fasting and crying, was
pouring out heart and soul. Only tina,
Santiago-her Santiago-might be saved
somehow-in some way. Too weak tt
pray aloud, she had crawled before the
shrine and with burning, tear covered
face was whispering her petitions.
There was sudden CHATTER without,
and Panchita, going to window, sa"
the good Padre Francisco, Oh his pacing
mare, turn the corner and go rapidly
down the street. Panchita thought DULY
that some one at the pulque haciends
of San Juan must be very i'll and want
ed the padre for confession. 1t woulc
he a long ride for the good old man, be-
cause San Juan was many miles away
He would be absent for over day.
Perbaps, if she asked her father, h'
would allow her to take the cloak thai
had belonged to her uncle, priest O
the same order as Padse Francisco. Anf
the hood that the padre wore, covering
his head and nearly all his face-wa
ever anything seen like 1t!
The next moment she was weeping
her heart out. pressing passionate kisse
on the cold feet of the ivory Christ. III
had heard her, after all, and the Virgin
had belpea her-interceded for her
At o'clock that evening the soldle
ON guard before Santiagos door admit
ted without question the thin, STOPPED
form of Padre Francisco, cloaked anf
ooodel in Ms usual manner and carry
ing prayen books and rosary. The godt
father was silently telling his beads
and the soldier bowed humbly ant
crossed himself as he opened the door
speaking no word. For no Catholic II
privileged TO address priest who
counting his rosary beads.
The cell door opened and closed 81
leptly after the padre, and the watcher
outside heard smothered, impatien
ejaculation from Private Moreno, VIII
was smoking cigarette and trying har'
to write that adios to Panchita. Thel
the door was locked, for tho padro wa
going to confess the prisoner, and tn
guards retired. laughing at the idea