The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-06-12

bright declared. Old admirals, too.
However, the land troops had arrived
in Rio Medic by this time; the Tor
nado frigate, too, no doubt, having
sailed four days ago, with orders to
burn the villages to the ground; and
the good Lugarenos must be catching
colds trying. to hide from the cara
Dineers in the deep, damp woods.
Our admiral was waiting the issue
OF that expedition. Returning homo
under cloud, Rowley wanted to take
with him the assurance of the pirate
nest being destroyed at last as a sort
of diplomatic feather in his cap.
What he is most anxious for" said
Sebrfght "is to get the notorious Mich
OILS into his hands; take him home for
hanging. 1t seems clear to me that
they are humbugging him ashore.
Nichols! Where's Nichols? There are
people here who say that Nichols has
had free board and lodging in Havana
jail for the last six months. Others
swear that it is Nichols who has killed
the old gentleman, run off with Dona
Seraphina, and got drowned Nichols!
Who's Nichols? On that showing you
are Nichols. Anybody may be Nichols.
Who has ever seen him outside Rio
| Medic? used to believe in him at one
time. but, upon my word, l begin to
doubt whether there ever was such u
man.
But the man existed, at any rate
l said. II knew him-IVe talked with
him. He came out second mate in the
same ship with me-in the old Thames.
Ramon took charge of him in Kingston,
| and that's the last positive thing / can
swear to of him. But that he was in
Rio Medic for two years, and vanished
from there almost directly after that
unlucky boat affair, I am absolutely
| certain"
well, 1 suppose O'Brien knows where
| to lay his hand on him. But, no matter
where the fellow is, in jail or out of it,
| the admiral will never get hold of him.
| If they had him they could not think
of giving him up. He knows too much
of the game; and remember that
O'Brien, if he wabbles in the socket, is
by no means down yet. A man like that
doesn't get knocked over like ninepin.
You may be sure he has twenty skele-
tons put away in good places, that he
viii haul out one by one, rather than
let himself be squashed. He's not go
ing to give in. A few days since
priest-your priest, you know-turned
up here on foot from Rio Medic, and
went about Wringing his hands, de-
claring that he knew all the truth, and
meant to make a noise about it, too.
O'BTien made short work of him,
though; got the archbishop to send
him into retreat, as they call it, to
Franciscan convent a hundred miles
from here. These things are whis-
pered about all along the cutters Of
this place"
imagined the poor Father Antonio,
with his simple resignation, mourning
for us in his forced retreat, broken
hearted, and murmuring, "Inscrutable,
inscrutable." should have liked to see
the old man.
The unfavorable circumstances for us
was that~the captain had gone ashore.
The ship was ready for sea; absolutely
cleared; papers on board; could go in
an hour if it came to that; but, at any
rate next morning at daylight, before
O'Brien could get wind of the Riego
drougher arriving. Every movement in
port was reported to the JueZ; but
this was a feast, and he would not.
hear of it probably till next day. Even
fieStaS had their uses sometimes. In
his anxiety to discover Seraphina,
O'Brien had played such pranks
amongst the foreign shipping CATER
the Lion had been drawn blank that
the whole consular body had adj
dressed a joint protest to the governor,
and the Juez had been told to moderate
his efforts. No ship was to be visited
more than once.
Still had seen, myself, soldiers 60
ing in a boat to board the American
brigantine: a garlic eating crew, poi
soning the cabins with their breath,
and poking their noses everywhere. OF
course, since our supposed drowning,
there had been a lull; but the least
thing might start him off again. He
was reputed to he almost out of his
mind with sorrow, arising from his
great attachment for the family. He
walked about as if distracted, suffered
from insomnia and had not been fit to
preside in his court for over week,
now.
But don't you expect Williams back
on board directly?"
He shook his head.
mo. Not even tonight. He tipped
me the wink. This evening he will
send a note that the consignee detains
him for the night, because the letters
are not ready"
was greatly cast down. What about
getting him back on board at once?
Sebright was biting his lip. The
necessity was pressing. he admitted.
He had an idea where to find him.
But for himself he could not go-thaI