The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-11-08

Carpio, Of Grenada and Of Cordoba, until
the red sun hung over FL Moro. whore
Spain was still keeping the last watches
Of her long night Of disaster and shame
In the Western world.
Then Leandro rose TO 20 back 10 his
mother. but he paused q ne tent docf
and looked at the beautiful but useless Old
castle.
''when will the Americans 90 INTO nm
tiago3" he asked.
"As soon as wo can." said
.rf General Comes had had haR the
.,Idiers your General has W should have
been in long ago." he said. with keen
scorn. "If only Maceo o. Garcia had had
your nne troops"
He was silent for awhile, sun oonssm'
plating El MORO.
hs will ride in triumph into Santiago"
I thought Of the poor little sore-baok
ponies that even Cuban Generals were rid
ing. but could not smile. The boys en-
thusiasm overpowered me.
''It will DO great Triumph said.
"My father is q Captain. He may b
Colonel now; We have not heard from him
since the battle Of Ell Caney.
"what do you think, senor7
"IIe came to our house after the fight
at Las Guasimas and when he rode away
he said: Leandro. we are going into
gantiapo very soon. and I shall take you
in with me- viii he come for me? Can
ride with him? It will be triumph.
and not fight, though should not mind
that II could stand by my fathers side"
.sIf you were with your father at tho
time" said. The might take you In with
him."
His eyes frightened. az II with . sudden
thought; but he said nothing more that
evening about marching in triumph into
Santiago. He soon left me. taking more
food for his mother, and heard his flute
like voice chanting, "Triunfar morir' -
he disappeared in the darkness.
The next morning, by my particular IN
vitation, Leandro came to my tent early.
Hunger sleeps lightly. and his day began
with the sunrise.
/ was still asleep when he reached my
tent. and he waited patiently and silently
outside until should awake and bid him
enter. Tho first object my half-opened
eyes rested on was his slender figure out.
lined against the sea.
"Qden vive la?" I called IN mock chaI-
lengc.
"Gentc dc paz, mi amisor' he instantly
answered back, and asked him to come
IN.
He entered. bowling gracefully. and, with
'6uenos dias, cabillero." emitting noth-
ing Of the punctiious and somewhat arti-
ncial, though always delightful. etiquette
Of the real Spaniard.
.fYou must take breakfast with me. Don
Leandro," said.
II cannot, cabellero, many thanks, for
must soon return to my mother"
knew what this meant, so gave him
some food for the madre and told him to
come back and breakfast with me. He
returned In few minutes. glowing from
his race down and up the hill
i shall never forget the fine scorn Of tho
negro boy who was cooking for me at the
time when he saw me walk In to palm
leaf shelter where the meals were served
ACCOMPANIED by the l!ttie naked Cuban.
This scorn was intensified when Leandro
took his seat by my side, as dIgnined as
red Indian chief in war paint.
His dignity did not interfere with his ap-
petite however, and more cans of beef had
to be opened and more hardtack brought
from the tent
And so through that day and the next
Don Leandro aud / sat in the tent or
stro1led along the shore. talking Of Spain
and America for his curiosity had been