Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-07-27
CHAPTER Nj.
Cartel of Defiance.

+ba +rre Gallegan servitor. He was Wen
ott,rad in the GalIician manner, appearing,
indeed like one of those highlanders re-
turning from successful service In the CAS-
titles or in Catalonia
But in his eyes, whenever ne faiseu
them. there burned, morose and unquench
ahie the angers of the outcast ell Sarrla
against the world. He lifted them pul
seldom. and no one of the cavaliers VINO
rode So calamity before him recognized in
the decentIy clad demure, WeL-snaVeh
man servant supplied to them by lile du
bot the wild Ell Sarria whom, Win Ioan
mantle and bleeding shoulder, they nao
seen fling himself upon the altar OF Tue
Abbey of Montblanch. -
Co these three rode on toward the camp
of the most redoubted and redouo'aoie
Gen. Cabrera. c,,
This chief of all the armies of Don carlos
was then at the height OF his tame; ms
fear was on all the land. lie was VI ~
cruel perfectly INSCRIPTIONS, TINS Miller
of Arragou" this Butcher of Iortosa.
In a few months he had achieved fame
greater almost than that or Zumaiacarie
eui the prince of guerrilleras, himself. .
A. This time Cabrera was holding half
a dozen of the Christine generals at pay
including Minos himself, the chieI OF an,
His tactics consisted IN those Lliii1eiiio n
rapid movements and unexpected appear,
ances which have characterize Spanish
guerrilla warfare ever since the CarthasSh-
fans invaded the land 49,,
M
ant hills of Montblanch our three lads were
riding each with his own hopes ana ieaIs
in his heart Rollo was, of course, inc
keenest of the party, for not only was the
work to his liking but he was the natural
as we'll as the actual leader. He alone
knew the abbots purposes, or at least az
much of these as Don bditasa a LIZ LIZ
thought it wise to reveal to his enlsSaIs-
which after all, was not great oea1.
But John Mortimer had failed to rouse
himself even under the spur OF Roiio oe-
fant optimism.
week or two the latter averred. BY that
time the passes would be cleared John
wine would be safe. The apoct sever
year undertaking in his pocket was good
for the face of it at any wine Shippers IN
barcelona In a month he tRohol Would be
a colonel-perhapS a generai-aild ne tJohh
Mortimer) rich beyond the Dreams vi ava
rice. s., M,
.Or both of us may be dead, more ike
lvr' suggested the latter, with gloomy sue
cinctness.
man YOU believe IN God, or at any rate
your father does. So, hang it, you must
have at least a kind of secondhand inter-
est above. Now, IS there not a tlme APP
nointed for YOU to die? Here, look at this
clock Che took an ancient and very Dubious
faced watch out of his pocket). This min
ute hand has to push that hour hahd SO
many times round before the moment
comes for your ghost to mount and ride
Till that time comes, let your heart SIT
care-free. You cannot hasten or retard
that event by one solitary tick, can you!
No? Well, then keep the pan rollns' mean an
time and if it rolls to the camp of Ca
brera why you will be Just as safe there
as IN your bed at Choney, with the cur
tains drawn and your prayers said
'Um-ml'' said John Mortimer, stu UNI
convinced Very Hkely-but-lf l saw my
wine barrels on the ship Good Intent of
Liverpool and my thousand pounds of de-
post receipt in honest William Deacon's
To-, to hanged
more comfort to me than all the appointed
ticks on all the appointed watches In the
world
but their guide, now in the van, threaded
his way betwixt stone and stone, now down
the narrow gorge Of an arroyo Uttered with
debris, and then up the next talus OF slate
chips like a man familiar from infancy
1t was evening ere they drew near the
village of Sarria, which lay a drift of
rusty red roofs and whtewashed walls. be-
meath the tumbled Aragonese foothills. The
river ran nearly dry in it's channel, and
the mill had stopped. There was not enough
water to drive the clacking underShot
wheel of Luis Fernandez, the comfortable,
propertied miller of Sarria, who had been
30 cruelty wounded by the outlaw Ramon
on the night when ne claimed shelter from
the Carlist monks Of Montblanch. All, well.
all that would soon be at end, at
least they said In Sarria, If all tales were
true, monks. monastery, tithes and rights
of sanctuary. they would all go together.
So the bruit went forth, and though none
save the prior Of .Iontblanch and his conf
dant knew anything for certain the air was
full Of rumors, while between the Cariist
war and the report OF the great coming
changes the minds of men were growing
grievousy unsettled Honest folk and
peaceful citizens now went armed. The
men sat longer at the cafes. They re-
turned later home. They spoke more sharp
~ to their wives when they asked why
these things were so.
The Venta of Sarria was kept by a
nephew of Gaspar's. the octroi man, one
recently come to the district. His name
was Esteban. and. like his uncle, he had
already got him the name Of valiant
or Of man ready with his tongue and
equally ready with his knife.
with the younger Perico's coming the
venta ell Corral had promptly become the
Cafe de Madrid, and the prices of all
liquors rose to mark the change, even
In a like proportion their quality speedily
diminished.
So at this newly named Cafe de Madrid
our travellers alighted and the silent Gal
Logan. gathering the reins In his hands. dis
appeared into the stables. whose roofs rose
over the low front Of the venta like ca
thedral behind its closters.
Good evening to you. young cavaliers"
cried the gallant Gaspar, who commonly
did the honors even In the presence of his
nephew, the nominal host of the venta. The
the stables with a declared intent Of see-
ing that the horses were properly provided
Tor.
"You have come far today?" inquired
Gaspar courteously.
From the Abbey Of" (here Rollo
kicked Etienne suddenly IT mean we
passed the Abbey of Montblanch, leaving
behind US gladly such nest of Carlist
thieves. From the true nationalist city Of
Earagoza We come" said the Count de
eainte Pierre In a breath.
You are all good men and true here,
observe" said Rollo. who had seen Chris
tino colors on the Official coat OF Gaspar
Perico.
GOOD men and good nationals" cried
Gaspar. Indeed. I believe you. should
Ike to see any other show his face In
Safrfa There never was one since Ramon
Garcia became an outlaw. and he fed the
Village rather than face me. the champion
Of the province"
At that very moment Esteban, the bully,
Esteban the unconquered valiant came
running from the stables Of the venta