The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-05-01

misery that hangs over her head. You
must take her out of Cuba; there is
nc safety for her here
This took my breath away. But
where are we to go, Carlos ?" I asked,
bending over him.
Toto England" he Whispered.
He was utterly worn out that even
Ing by all the perplexities of his death
bed. He made a great effort, and muir
INJURED a few words more-about the
Spanish ambassador in London being
a near relation of the Riegos; then he
gave it up and lay still under my
amazed eyes. Father Antonio, sadly,
signed me to withdraw.
Castro had not gone away yet; he
greeted me in low tones outside the
big door.
"Senor," he went on, IT make my
report usually to his Senoria Don Car
los; only have not been admitted to-
day into his rooms at all. But what
l have to say is for your ear, also.
There has arrived a friar from Ha-
Vana convent amongst the Lugarenos
OF the bay 1 have known him come
like this before"
Castro shook his head. "Maledic-
ton on his green eyes! / wanted to
Is much talk in the villages Of an evil
intentioned hereto that has introduced
himself into this our town; of an In
glez hungry for men to hang-of YOU.
in short"
"And what do you think of it.
Castro?" 1 asked
Il think that Domingo has his
orders. Manuel has made song al
ready. And do you know it's burden,
senior? Killing is it's burden would
the devil had all the Improvisadores.
They cape round him while he twangs
and screeches, the wind-bagI And he
knows what words to sing to them,
too. He has talent. Maladetta!"
We'll, and what do you adviser"
ADVISE the senior to keep, now.
within the Casa. No songs can give
mat Vermin the audacity to seek the
senior here. The gate remains barred;
the firearms are always loaded: and
cesar is sagacious African. But me-
thlnKS this moon would fall out Of the
heaven first before they would dare.
Keep to the Casa, L say,
Tomas Castro"
He flung the corner of his cloak
over his left shoulder, and preceded
nae" 10 the door of my room; then,
after God guard you, senior" con-
tinued along the colonnade.
l went to the window and leaned nv
forehead on the iron bar. There was
no glass; the heavy shutter was thrown
open; and, under the faint crescent of
the moon l saw small part of the
peach, very white, the long streak of
light lying mistily on the bay, and
two black shapes, cloaked, moving and
stopping all of a piece like pillars,
their Immensely long shadows running
away from their feet with the points
of the hats touching the wall of the
Casa Riego. Another, a shorter, thick
er shape appeared, walking with dig
nifty. 1t was Castro. The other two
had movement Of recon. then took
off their hats.
'Buenas noches, caballeros," his
voice said, with grim politeness, You
are out late"
so is your worship. vaya, senior,
con DioS We are taking the air"
They walked away, while Castro re-
manned looking after them. But I,
from my elevation, noticed that they
had suddenly crouched behind some
scrubby bushes growing on the edge Of
the sand. Then Castro, too, passed out
of my sight in the opposite direction,
muttering angrily.
l forgot them all. Everything on
earth was still, and 1 seemed to be
looking through a easement out of an
enchanted castle standing in the dream
land of romance. l breathed out the
name of Seraphina into the moonlight
in an increasing transport.
Seraphina! Seraphina; Seraphina!"
The repeated beauty Of the sound
intoxicated me.
"Seraphina!" 1 cried aloud, and
stopped, astounded at myself. And
the moonlight of romance seemed to
whisper spitefully from below:
Death to the traitor! Vengeance
fnvs
gallows!"
Come away, Manuel"
mo. 1 am an artist. 1t is neces-
sary for my SOUL"
BE quiet!"
Their kissing assembled along the
wall from under the window. The two
Lugarenos had stolen up unnoticed by
me. There was a stified metallic ring
ing as of a guitar carried under
cloak.
Vengeance on the hereto Inglez!"
Come away! They may suddenly
open the gate and fall upon US with
sticks"
My gentle spirit is reused to the
accomplishment of great things. I
feel in me a valance, an inspiration.
i am no vulgar seller of aguardiente,
like Domingo. I was born to be the
capataz of the Lugarenos"
We shall be set upon and beaten,
on, tnou Manuel. come aWayi"
There were no footsteps, only a
nOiseless fitting of two shadows, and
distant voice crying:
Woe, woe, woe to the traitori"
L had not needed Castro's warning
to understand the meaning of this.
O'Brien was setting his power to
work. only this ManuePs restless van
ity had taught me exactly how the
thing was to be done.
I remained at the easement. lost in
rather somber reflections l was now
a prisoner within the walls of the
Casa. After all. it mattered little.
did not want to go away unless I
could carry off Seraphina with me.
What dreami What an impossible
dream! Alone. without friends. with
no place to go to, without means of
going; without. by heaven, the right
OF even as much as speaking of it to
her Carlos-Carlos dreamed a
dream of his dying hours England
was so far, the enemy so near; and
Providence itself seemed to have for
gotten me.
sound of painting made me turn
my head. Father Antonio was mop
ping his brow in the doorway.
How did your reverence leave Don
Carlos?" 1 asked.
Very low" he said. "The disease
is making terrible ravages, and nv
ministrations- thought to be used
TO the sight of human misery but-~n
He raised his hands. q 5en,1i,,e 49,,