Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-05-07

credible: 1 have seen the most appalling
examples And the priest meditated. HE
! is rot common criminal however," he
! ADDED profoundly
| Ii vas understood that Seraphina and
| should try to escape-I won't say by sea
put to sea. At best, to ask the charitable
| help of some passing ship, al worst to 20
| out of the world together.
I had her confidence l will not tell of
| my interview with her: but / shall never
forget my sensations of awe, as if entering
temple. the melancholy and soothing init
macy of our meeting. the dimly lit loftiness
| OF the room the vague form of La Chica
/ III the background and the frail girEsh
| figure in black with a very pale, delicate
! face.
Father Antonio's bass voice spoke behind
| My daughter. you have to confide your
late to a noble youth of elevated senti-
Hicnts, and of truly chivalrous heart
Il trust him " said Seraphina.
| And as l heard her say this II seemed
| really to me as If, in very truth. nv sentf-
! ments We're noble and my heart chivalrous.
sucn is the power of a girls voice The
door closed on us, and l felt very humble.
But IN the gallery Father Antonio leaned
heavily on my shoulder
II shali be lonely old man." he whisper-
eo family After all these years! TWO
great mobiles: the end of a great house.
child had seen grow up. Rnt am
! less afraid for her now" ''
snail not relate all the plans wa noado
ana rejected. Everything seemed limos.
s's we knew from Castro that O'Brlen
hdo gone to Havana. either to take the
news of Don Balthasar's death b;msaIf nc
eIse 10 prevent the news spreading thara
100 soon Whatever his motive for ieauine
h rue Medic. he had left orders that the
ne use should be respected under the most
awful penalties. and that II shn,,,a io ~
watched so that no one left it The Enm0
| usninan was to be killed at sight No ;,
to ',d On anybody else's head was to be
10 escape seemed impossible. then ~, 49,
third day the thing came to mass .'ie r,' On tne
was found Castro, who served , wa" y
carlos soul had passed into INV hnSv -
looheu d. me with saturnine disdain' had
arranged 1t all with Father Antonio A"0
1t was the day of the burial of Cani :,
Don Balthasar. That same dav Castro anu
heard that ship had been seen becaInad
long way out to sea. 1t was a great on
por.anlty' and the funeral procession would
give the occasion for my escape There
was In Rio Medic, as in all Spanish TOWNS
among the respectable part of the non,'Ia
tlon' confraternity for burying the dead
LIZ aS Diothels Oh Flty, who, clothed in
for the eyes. carried the dead to their resi-
ing place, Understandable and unrecopnized
IN that pious work A Brother of Pity"
aress wouid De brought for me into Father
Antonio's room. Castro was confident as
to his ability of getting a boat. n would
be very small and dangerous one h,,t
what would l nave, If l neither killed NV
enemy nor let any one else kill him for me
ne commented with somber sarcasm.
Early in the day had a short interview
with Seraphina. She was resolute. Then.
long before dark slipped into Father An
tonio's room, wnere l was stay until the
moment to come out and minele with the
throng of other Brothers of PITY. Once
with the bodies in the crypt of the cathe
oral, was to await Seraphina there. and
together, we should slip through a side
door onto the shore Caesar, to throw anv
observer off the scent uhree Imgarenos
were to be admitted to see the bodies put
In their cofhns), posted two of the Rieeo
negroes with loaded muskets on guard be-
fore the door Of my empty room, as if to
protect me.
Just after it had fallen very dark Castro
brought me the black robes. pair of heavy
pistols to grid on under them, and the
heavy staff topped by a crucifx He had
an air Of sarcastic protest in the dim light
of my room, and he explained with exae-
geratedly plain words precisely what l was
to do-wh1ch, d a matter of fact was
neither more nor less than merely follow
ing in his own footsteps.
And. oh, senor." he said sarcastically,
"if you desire again to pillow your head
upon the breast of your mother: IL YOU
would again see your sister, who. alasI by
bewitching my Carlos, Is at the heart of
all our troubles; II you desire again to see
that dismal land Of yours, which polite-
ness forbids me to curse, / would beg of
you not to lot the mad fury OF your nation