Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1903-03-11

ana Whhl y nlhTNelOuH JACK pot ntI
would eventually sweep in with the rei
suits of this days good work
Having resolved to lend Barrajo ~
helping hand, he dashed forward with
his revolver, aiming to wound rather
than Stay.
Thus beset in the rear, and threat
ened with the whirling blade of the
soldier in front, the three wearers Of
the green cockade became utterly de.
moralized, and in panic fed, two
Of them bearing wounds to remind
them of the days dolngs
When Jack rushed up to congratu
late the general on his victor, the no.
BILE Gautarican, who had counted HIM
self as good as dead man, threw
both arms around his deliverer and
fell upon his breast, swearing in pur,
est Castilian that his life henceforth
belonged to the valiant American, and
that he would lie awake nights SEEK
ing to repay the great debt he owed
him.
The revolution having ended at SUM
set, and the defeated invaders of eau
tarican territory being on the run foI
friendly hiding places upon neighbor
ing soil, the capital was given over to
a spasm of mad rejoicing, and every
one, man, woman and child, seemed to
believe it depended wholly upon their
individual efforts to make the affair a
success.
This aspect of The Central American
character struck Oyerton even more
forcibly than the peculiar tactics oil
the days battle. AS an artist he could
appreciate anything that bordered upon
the bizarre and remarkable, and hence
quickly determined to accept the warm
invitation of his friend, General Barra
10, to visit the public hall, in order to
see still more of the singular habits
and customs of this hot-blooded peo-
pie, with whom he had, at least for the
time being, cast his fortunes.
There are times in the lives of all
men when they appear to be mere crea
lures of circumstances, buffeted upon
a sea of chance, and yet, upon looking
back, one can say that all these events
were not links in chain that boun
his fortunes, and the absence of an.S
one would mean the wreck Of his ship
overton believed indeed, he often
swore the fact ever and over again to
himself--that his heart was dead so
far as the fair sex was conference.-the
that as it might, it forced no barrier
TO the instinct that babe him as an ar.
fist look second and third time at
the queen of the dance about whom
the attention of the multitude seemed
to breathlessly center.
She was a magnificent creature, this
daughter of the south, of graceful
mien and dazzling loyeliness, formed
in the most voluptuous mold Of Iber-
ian beauty, whose complexion showed
every violet vein through its veil of
luscious brown. Her hair was Such
as Athene~herself might nave envied''
for tint. and mass and ripple. Her
eyes blazed like diamonds from cav
ern. while her lips pouted Of them
selves. by habit, or nature, into a per
petual kiss The excitement of the
dance had called the carmine into her
cheeks until 1t put to blush the Grim
son flowers of the grenadine with
which her black hair was wreathed.
Her eyes blazed with fire bred of the
fierce measures and the ardent pas.
sions of the tropics
More than once her dusky orbs met
the admiring glance of the artist, and
he could see the invitation extended
in the impassioned look she gave him,
but each time he shook his head and
smiled
AS the dance went on, the crowd
about the estrada resolved itself into
two factions, each led by richly
dressed young patrician, both of whom
were evidently aspirants for the hand
OF the bewitching Circe. The women
dancing upon the estrada chartered
among themselves evidently jealous OF
the attention paid to Dona Juanita
the beautiful one, who, proud and pal
plating, clearly felt the power which
made her the beauty queen Of tie fles-
ia. The rival lovers from their places
on opposite sides of the estrada,
scowled ominously and spoke slight.
ingly OF each others bravery and cour-
age. Thei radherents caught up the
refrain until taunts and jeers were
freely banded bstween them, It was
apparent that the storm was about to
burst, when suddenly the music
stopped and there came a cry of:
"Chammara y Machetel" (Sash and
sword.)
At the sound the men exchanged
looks Of evident satisfaction, and the
women left the estrada. taking up po-
sitions among the spectators. All left
but Circe. That superb. self-contalned
figure stood upon the hard-stamped
floor like a living Venus Of flushed