Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1898-11-19

tuo COdt ioi tuo sum VI leHI VIOps
from the pretty Senoritn Maxias eyes.
He blushed like any girl. He called
himself sentimental fool.
The yellow tiend had been let loose
at Ponce, and people were dying by
the score. 1T was foolhardy for Lieu.
tenant Terril to wander there from
Guyana. There were more dangers
than that of yellow fever threatening
visitors to Ponce. 1t had been aban-
doned by American soldiers, and
Spanish sympathizers had resumed
their tyranny. Lieutenant Terrill
could give no satisfactory reason 70,
his visit to Ponce. He was not apt
to inventions, and had he told them
that fancy to be nearer the lovely
senorita Maxia Antonius had been the
moving cause oihis journey they would
have ieered a. him for his presump.
ton. They cried "spy! SPY And
so Lieutenant Yerrill was thrown into
prison.
lie was not allowed to send mes
sage to his regiment, nor to his home.
While not incomunicado, he was SO
despised and feared as spy that nc
one in Ponce would be the bearer of q
word from him. The jailer was inso-
lent, and the guards made CHASTITY
pantomime OF u bindfolded man be-
fore line of men who were aiming
Mauser rifles at him. And, again, the
Kentuckian called himself foo, and
smoked vigorously.
One day there was q disturbance
outside the Jail. Lieutenant Terrill
looked through his barred windows.
Was the pantomime of the blindfolded
man standing before line of Spanish
soldiery with Mauser rifles to be en-
acted? He set his teeth firmly. He
would die like a Kentuckian and an
officer.
There were Spanish soldiers COM
ing. They were armed with Mauser
rifles. At their head, however, walked
q young, graceful figure, whose bent
head was gracefully draped with lace
mantilla. The outline of the olive
cheek showed through. He had seen
that check pressed against bearded,
dead face. Beside her walked with
cred, yellow duenna.
They came to see him executed.
Was it cruelty or pity?
His jaier unlocked the door. lis
manner WAS most deferential
"You arc free, Senior Americana"
Senorita Antonius was just behind
the iailer.
-you--it is pleasant that you are
free, Senor," she stammered. "You
were good to my dear father" and a
tear trickled through her long black
lashes.
kentuckiahs are not laggards eithe
in love or war. Lieutenant Terrill
grasped the senorita's hand with both
OF his. even while the duenna gasped
and the Spanish soldiers looked as
though ready to aim Mauser rifles.
pleasant to be free, senorita, but
heavenly to owe it to you," he cried,
even while the olive face turned GRIM
son.
They walked to the nearest hotel,
the lieutenant and the senorita and
the duenna, the guard having dis
persed, because no longer necessary.
Senorita Antonius shyly told how a
Spanish color sergeant, who was one
of her suitors, had boosted that all
American had been found prowling in
sanely and alone about Ponce, and
that lie had been imprisoned and
would be shot as spy, though the
color-s ergeants opinion was that he was
a luuatic; how she had suspected that
the lunatic was her late protector and
her fathers friend; how she had been
able through the influence of her dead
fathers name to secure his release
and-well, how glad she was. She
looked very sweetly at him then be-
meath the mantilla, though tho duenna
frowned and mumbled. Lieutenant
Terrill, have said, was no laggard in
war, and he proposed and was ac-
copied.
The senorita and her duenna re-
turned to the hacienda that day. The
Lieutenant was to follow them the
next, but the yellow fiend forbade it.
Instead of going to the hacienda he
was sent home on the Relief.