Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-17

Luis Fernandez with company OF Cristlno
Migueltes has been seen riding southwark
to cut you OF from Mardid. whittier 1t
was supposed you were bound
Rollo turned quickly upon her with some
anger in his eye. why did you not tell
me that at first ?' he said
Concha smiled a subtle smile and turned
her eyes upon the ground. IF you Will
remember, 1 had other matters to commu-
nicate to your excellency," she said meek
iy-almost too meekly. Rollo thought.
This matter Of Luis Fernandez slipped
my memory, till 1t was my good fortune
to be reminded of it by Don Ramon"
More than once Rollo endeavored to ex-
tract from Concha to what place her as
sumed mission had taken her and at what
point she would leave them. 1t was in
vain. The lady baffied all his endeavors
with the most consummate ease.
You have not communicated to me-" she
said, 1.-The purport of your own adventure.
How. then. can l tell at what place our
ways divide?"
II am forbidden to reveal to any save
Gen. Cabrera alone my secret instruc-
tions!' said Rollo with such dignity as he
could muster at short notice.
And ]" retorted Concha, lam as strict
ly forbidden to reveal mine to Gen. Cabre-
ra or even to that notable young officer.
Col Don Rolo of the surname which re-
sembles burrico's serenade"
The speech would have been undoubtedly
rude save for the glance which accom-
panied it. given softly. yet daringly from
beneath jetty fringe of eyelash.
Nevertheless, all Rolio Blairs pride Of
ancestry rose insurgent within him. Who
was this Andalusian waiting maid that
she should speak lightly of the descendant
or that Blair OF Blair castle who had stood
1or Bruce and freedom on the field of Ban
nockourn? 1t was unbearable-and yet.
wen. there was something uncommon
about this girl. And after all, was IL not
the mark OF a gentleman to pay no heed
10 the babbling Of women's tongues? If
tney did not say one thing they would an
otner. BESIDES. he cared nothing what this
girl might say. parrot prattling in a
cage would AFFECT him much.
ana ever as they rode the Guantanamo
mountains rose higher and whittier ont or
the vast and hideous plain. the only inter-
rupuon 10 the circling horizon Of brown
and parched corn land.
AT one point indeed. they nassed re,r
enough to distinguish in the far north the
snownecked buttresses of the Sierra de-
Moncayo. But these they knew were the
haunts OF their Carlist allies The towns
and villages of the plain, however. were in
Varlabiy held by nationals, and IL had often
gone hard enough with them had not Sergt.
Sardono detached himself from the cayaI-
cade, and. venturing alone into the midst
OF the enemy, by methods of his own pro-
ouced the materials for many an excellent
meal. AT last: one day the sergeant came
PACK TO the party with an added gloom ON
ms long, lean, lantern jawed face He had
oFougnt with him an Estramaduran ham.
roar OF wheaton bread and a double
slrins OF sausages. But upon his descend
ing INTO the temporary camp which shell
tereo the party In the bottom of a barran
co. or deep crack in the parched plateau
oVersroWn with scented thyme and dwarf
OAK, II became obvious that he had news
cate.
ITO he eopfipuadN