The National tribune., 1899-06-29

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their cries of triumph over the abandoned
artillery, and struck, with rage not TO be
lappeased by deDth, the Christian corses
wiEch lay so thick among them. But,
while living invaders remained, either IN
the front or rear, they tarried not long, to
waste their malice onthe dead.
The cavalier Don Amador when he made
the marvellous discovery, detailed in pre-
i cedIng chapter, and perceived that the
fair and lamented being of his dreams,
heaven had permitted so long to walk by
his side, in this new and strange world
revealing her to his eyes only at the mo-
ment when destined to be snatched from
| them forever,-felt,@ atp that instant OF
discovery as if all the ties which bound
MN to existence, were at once dlssevered.
! kage at his blindness, furious compunc-
tions of remorse for his negligence, and.an
agony of grief at the supposed dreadful
fate OF the maiden, were mingled with sort
OF wild Indignation against the prominence
which, by yelling his eyes, and Shutting
ms ears to the suggestions of his heart TOR
surely, from the moment he looked upon
| the page, his affections were given himl,
had robbed him of his mistress. TWAS not.
therefore, wonderful, that such a conflict OF
mind, acting upon a body weakened by
previous wounds and sickness, and ex-
hauSted by present eXertiOnS, should nave
| thrown him across the holy of Lazaro,
| himself, to all appearance, full as lifeleSs.
And thus he lay, for half an hour, insensi-
bic to the battle, which was now drawing
| nigh to the ditch, and now leaving it to It's
charne solitude.
He was recalled to life, by feeling some
one tug forcihly at the sacred jewel, winch
| he retained throughout his lethargy, with
| the same instinct which had preserved it i'll
| the death-grasp of the henehman. More
| lucky than LaZarO, yet scarce more happy,
| this violence woke up the sleeping energies
| of life; and he raised his head, though only
4 lsNf.l
| of Inconsistencies.
God be thanked" exclaimed Christian
voice in his ear. as a friendly hand seized
| him by the shoulder; lead or gold. glass or
| precious stone, ever was cross OF Christ
| picked up on the wayside, but good fortune
/ followed after it, What no, senori up and
| away! The things that | spoke of, have
come to pass. Kalidon-Sadabath dances
in the Crystal; he loves the smell of blood
| Up! arise and away, for thine hour Is not
| come"
The cavalier arose, and stared at the
friendly magician; which Botelo seeing,
and supposing he was now fully restored
tn his wits. this lunatic of another sort
seized him by the arm, and, dragging him
towards the water, said:
Fear not: if thou hast not the skill of a
| crocodile, know that | can hear thee across
the channel; and that the more easily that
1t is already choked with corseS, and no
Mexicans nigh to oppose us
| The neophyte broke from his companion,
and with wild cries Of Leila! Leila! ran to-
wards the cannon. -
God save theei art thou mad? Dost
thou call upon woman or devil? This is no
place for girls; and never heard l of imp
called Leila"
Thou knowest not my wretchedness,
Botello," said Don Amador. "Let me look
again, if her body be not there.-HahT'
he cried. struck with sudden thought. and
turning quickly to the coniurer. Thou
art magician, and knowest of the dead
as well as the living. Ihave decried thine
art, but now l acknowledge thy wisdom.
| Behold this rubbed cross-oh, heaveni that
| should hold it in my hand, and know that,
but moment since, it was on the neck of
| Leila! Look, enchanter; this jewel came
| from the neck of a woman, whom but now
| | left standing on this brink. Call her
| from the dead, if she have perished; or show
| me what path she hath trOdden, if she be
| living; and | will reward thee the half Of
my patrimony.-A woman. / tell theei
Wilt thou not believe me? Half my estate,
| but to look upon herr
1t was manifest, even to the unhappy
| novice himself, that Botello regarded him
as mailman. But nevertheless he replied.
| earnestly: Here is no place for conjura-
| tions: there be devils enough about us al
| ready. Tarry not here; for this will neither
| benefit thee, nor her of whom thou speak
est. Spring into the ditch.-rIsh with me
| to the main; and, then, what thou seekest,
thou shalt know. Courage, Je0uragei DOStl
| thou not see yonder star, that creeps up by
the dim moon, under the rack, DINNER.
even than the dim moon? Under that star,
came into the earth; and while it shineth
| in that conjunction. the dart of savage
can not wound memo, not though it
| strike me upon the naked brow.-Harki
dost thou not hear? The fragments of the
rear-guard are approaching. Let us swim
this abyss before they reach us, lest we be
entangled among them. Hesitate not:
we viii go together. for 1 see thou art worn
and feeble; and 1 remember that thou
gavest me succor in the streets of Mexico"
The neophyte had yielded, with sort of
captiyelike and despairing submission, to
the will of Botello: and was descending with
him mOodily to the water, when suddenly
the latter paused, listening to a Christian
shout in the distance, as Of one approach
ing them from the shore.
"Hark! it is repeated!-Vival They
come from the main; they have beaten the
cubs of darkness Vivai viva! Santiago,
and quick, valiant friends"
The JOYOUS shouts of Botello were re-
echoed. though only by single voice. Yet
this was evidently approaching, and with
great rapidity.
During the whole time of the resuscita-
ton of Don Amador, and of his dialog with
the enchanter, the causeway in the neigh
borhood of the ditch had been free from
foes, but only because it was free from
Christians; and the lake in the vicinity was
equally solitary. But now as they stood
listening to the shouts, the two compan- |
ions could perceive the lake, some distance
in front, on both sides of the dixie, boiling
up in foam under canoes impeled towards |
them with extraordinary violence, SEEM |
ingly upon the flank Of the party from
which proceeded the cry. But whatever
was the speed of the canoes, it seemed to be |
unequal to that of the Christian; whose
shouts, wild and loud, and now almost in |
cessantly repeated, grew shriller and nearer
every moment.
"On, valiant friends! on! heed not the |
pagans; onr shouted Botello, as the canoes |
cut the water within an hundred yards of |
the ditch. Thanks be TO God / see |
them! Hah! good! and here-Hark to his |
voice! how cheery!-here comes the valor-
GUS De Morla!'
AS he spoke, the figure of De Morla, out |
stripping the wind, was seen running to-
wards the ditch, while some of the arrows |
shot after him by the pErsuers, and passing
him, fell even at the feet OF the expectant
pair.
The sight of his friend kindled the ardor
of Don Amador. He shouted aloud:
"On, valiant brother!-It is ]. thy sworn
friend of Cuenza!
To this speech, De Morla answered with |
a yell, that chilled the heart of his towns |
man; and running without a moments |
hesitation, and without slackening his |
speed, to the end of the broken BEAM where
it Overhung the middle of the sluice. he !
SDrang from il. as If assisted nv ifs aIac |