The National tribune., 1899-07-20

cries Of joy, not doubling that st. James
had indeed come 10 rescue them from the
claws of the accurSed MeXitli, as they began
to consider the black phantom.
Our saint fights for u.s. cried Cortez.
"On, leave the black fiend to him!-On, and
ho!-Santiago is nigh! The standard, the
standardw
The sightof the second apparition seemed
to have smitten the pagans with as much
terror as the view of their own champion
mad infused into the Spanards. The
young mobiles who surrounded the banner.
looked to the vision with awe; and ere they
had yet recovered from their confusion, the
christian cavaliers elated and inyiporated
fell upon them with such violence as left the
long copper lances useless in their hands.
On, and quickw shouted Don fernando.
or the knavish color-man will spring from
ms perch, and so rob ye of the gold. On.
no! on!-Hah. infidel! art thou not mine
own?"
AS he uttered these last words, he rose
on his stlrrups, stretched over his horses
neck, and handling his heavy spear as one
would an ordinary javein, launched it with
an ms force at the chief. There was never
better mark; for the barbarian. instead of
showing, as Cortez had hinted, any desire
to desert his litter, advanced to its very
verge; and while he balanced the staff and
It's weighty crest with his left hand, whirIed
manfully a short dart round his head
looking all the while at the great Teuctli
There never was better mark.-for his
breast, covered with a fiimsy hauberk Of
skins, on which were sewed thin plates Of
gllded copper. was fully exposed:-there
never was better aim. Before the darf
had left his grasp, the spear of Don Her
nando smote him on the chest, and piercing
copper and bone alike, hurled him back
Wards, WIN tne standard, out of the litter.
The cavaliers shouted victory and
trampling down the litter-b bearers. and the
young mobiles. as these began to fly, looked
eagerly for the prize ''''oo
Have the knaves robbed us?-Habl
mad mad John OF Salamanca, thou picLest my
pocket OF these crowns, dost thoii?'
ihese words of Don fernando were
addressed to young hidalgo, who the
moment he had perceived the spear of Cor.
tez take effect, had flung himself from his
ped Steed, rushed upon the downfaIien
infidel, and striking his sword into his
throat tore from him the badges of au.
He who strikes the quarry" said the
elated youth, finging both plume and
golden net over the neck of his Generals
morse, has the true claim to the trophy"
Keep them thyself, for thou hast Ion
them; and if Don Carlos be of mind brave
Juan, thou shalt mount them for thy coat
OF arms. Soho, De Lestel where art tbouS
thinel" NA'0 oeei
de Leste has gone mad" said Alva-
rado.-"Shall we chase the runagates9
See how they scamper!" e' '''''''
The words of Alvarado were true. No
sooner had the golden banner fallen from
its hight, and been lost among the com
DatahtS, than There rose dismal yell over
the whole valley, and the vast mnItitudes
those near at hand, and those afar. alike
began to lily, and in the utmost confusion.
Victory! praise be to God! to God and
our noble st. James!" cried Cortez. with n
shout, that thrilled tothe hearts of the fiyinp
pagans. Follow not the knayes: jeave
them to the foot-to the allies and or onr
mighty champion, the Saint!-Soho. De
Leste! return. Follow not after the
knaves." ''io
otis De Old" cried Don Pedro. chat
halloos the hunts-up. 1 tell thee, DE
Leste is mad!" '
Back to our Champion!' said Cortez-
4Hah! what saidst thou of De Lester
ihat he Is gone mad,-raying, besot
tishly, and very blasphemously mad; and
that he deserted us, the moment he saw
thee fling thy spear"
God forbid the youth should prove to be
as was his klnsman, before his death-day,"
SAID Cortez; Tor a more gallant and suffi-
clent soldier, though somewhat self-willed
have l never beheld.-Mad, sayst thou?s
He swore to me, first" said Alyarado.
with a deyout shrug, that that paynim
god, Mexitli, descending the hill Wonder,
was mounted on his own good horse, Fo-
goso; which seems to me not unreasonable:
Tor fogoso was, in some sense, the best
charger lost that night (Which God punish
to the heather foreverD, and, doubtless.
HultZlipochtli, if. determined to go out a
pricking, like Christian knight-errant,
would be wise enough to pick up the best
ghost Of Christian horse. And, secondly