The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-04-17

ing his words with long, white fin
ger atap on the table, will represent
my views to the notables. My posi-
ton at present, as / have had the honor
to observe, is becoming unbearable.
Consider. too, how your worship and 1
would look together. What lightness
for you and me. You will find this
Castro unbearably gross But II as
sure you am man of taste-an i'm
| proVlsador-an artist. My songs are
| celebrated. And yeti"
he FOLDED his arms again, and wait
ed; then he said, employing his most
| impressive voice:
have influence with the men of
no. could raise a riot. We Cubans
| are a Jealous people; we do not love
mat foreigners should take our best
| from US. We do not love it: we will
not suffer 1T. Let this Castro bethink
hlmsen and go in peace. leaving us
ana our ladies. AS the proverb SAYS,
At Is Wen TO build bridge for a de-
parting enemy"
fully, and his eyes grew more lumin-
GUS than ever. This man, in spite of
MS grotesqueness, was quite in ear
nest, there was no doubling that
| nave a gentle spirit" he began
| again, a gentle spirit / am submits
slye to the legitimate authorities.
| What the Senior Juez O'Brien asks
| me 10 do, l do. l would put a knife
into anyone who Inconvenience the
senior Juez O'Brien; we would all do
that, as is right and fitting. But this
| Castro-th1S Andalou who is nearly as
| bad as herehci When my day comes
VIII have his arms f1ayed and the
soIes of his feet, and I will rub red
| pepper into them; and all the men of
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| applaud. And l will stick little thorns
under his tongue, and 1 will cut off his
| eyel1dS with little scissors, and set him
facing the sun. CabalIero, you would
| love me; l have a gentle spirit l am
pleasant companion He rose and
squeezed round the table. Listen
MS eyes lit up with rapture-"you
shall hear me. 1t is divine-ah, it is
very pleasant, you will say
He seized his mandolin, slung it
round his neck, and leaned against the
bulkhead. The bright light from the
portfolio gilded the outlines of his
body, as he swayed about and moved
his long fingers across the strings;
they tinkled metallically. He sang a
| nasal voice.
Listen. the young girls say as they
hasten to the barred window.
Listen! All. surely that is the guitar Of
Man-uel-del POpolO,
AS he glides along the wall in the twi-
light '-i0
1t was a very long song. He ges-
ttculated freely with his hand in be-
tween the scratching of the strings,
which seemed to be matter of luck
His eyes gazed diStantly at the wall
above my head. The performance be-
Wlldered and impressed me; 1 Won
dered If this was what they had car
r1ed me off for. 1t was like being
mad. He made a decresendo tinkling,
and his lofty features lapsed into their
normal mournfulneSs.
AT that moment Castro put his face
round the door, then entered alto
gether. He sighed in a satisfied man
ner, and had an air of having finished
laborious undertaking.
I'VE have arranged the confusion up
ABOVE, he said to Manuel del-Popolo;
you may go and see to the sailing
Hurry it is growing late'
Manuel blazed silently, and stalked
out Of the door as if he had an cleo
trio cloud round his head Tomas
Castro turned towards me.
You are better?" he asked beneVo-
lently. You exerted yourself too
much. But still, if you
liked" He picked up the mando-
lin, and began negligentIy scratching
the strings. I noticed an alteration
In him; he had grown softer in the
flesh in the past years; there were lit
! tie threads of gray in the knotted curls
of his beard. 1t was as If he had lived
we'll, on the whole. He bent his head
over the strings, plucked one, tight
ened peg, plucked it again, then set
| the instrument on the table, and
| dropped onto the mattress. "Will you
have some rum?" he said. you have
grown broad and strong, like a bull.
You made those men fly, sacre
nom dune pipe. One would
have thought you were in earnest.
All, Welt" He stretched him
self at length on the mattress, and
closed his eyes.
I looked at him to discover traces
OF irony. There weren't any. He was
talking quietly; he even reproved me
| for having carried the pretense of re-
| slstance beyond a joke
You fought too much: you struck
many men-and hard. You will have
made enemies. The picaros Of this
| dirty little town are as conceited as