Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-05-28

came back to them, cheery as ever: "Comnrendo cue sin ii mi vida acabs
 Y que aumentan ell mi pecho i''
 dolores
 Me hacen falta los besos que t
 daba
 Ne hace fal'a el calor de tus
 amores"
 CfIatamaian sun never shHnt hotter than on the Septemoef das when Il squad of gendarmes. low soua,tv. uncouth figures in dirty greasy rags called uniforms led III tle feure between them from the pen itentiary to the outskirts Of the city the Golgotha of Guatemala. The gov ernmenr officials attempted no SC crecy about tho execution; lu tac' they rather gave it publicity, honina thereby that it might have a salutafE effect upon other traitors or Would-p traitors. This publicity to the atfafl gave us the opportunity of witnessli the execution of our little filend=--fo' friend he had been, rather than ser want while serving us at the con sulate. He had lef; Us months ago aoa the day Of his arrest was the first intitnaticn we had had Of hle vh.reabouts. As we followed the erowd DOW we could not help having q f.o';1,g of resentment against his ex- ner;icnars which almost amounted r. q positive loathing; but our utmost efforts 10 save him had been unavai!- ing. since he Was a sell com eSst'i traitor to his country.
 The work was soon over. ous Cbiouito was the only posltlyely cheerful person present, and as the soldiers escortea him toward the s,,ot where he was to meet his death, lis voice, still clear and sweet, rang cut the closing stanza of his h''le ,ove-son e-the same We had heard on the day of his arrest: "Mas se acaso Ia muerte nos separa
 Ia ausencia con dardos nos hi
 riere
 Nunca pienses mi bien cue te olvldara
 One el amor cuando es cierto nunca
 Crack-crack-crac And the soul of the little p>oa went out into eternity, with tke very word "death" upon his lips. The grim mon s,er had really separated him from his loved one, and he had gone to te st the strength of his love story that when love is true, it never dies"
 We went back to our office. with slow and solemn tread, for the incl dent had wrought upon our spirits more than we cared even to discuss amoue ourselves. :Oid Glory" way ed proudly over the consulate, as if in proud defiance of the whole world of traitors. The dear old flag never looked grander to us. We never more fully app, eciated 1t. Entering n,,r room. we found a letter just fro the postofice. =.
 los senores," it read. me no traitor. Me take. the death DOT mi friend, 'Sus Grande. He traitor, but mi friend. He love Senorita Dolorosa. Mi love Ia. .seporita-. She no love mi, bu, love 'sus.. >Granae Mi see dat when .solaado. arrest ea- Grande.. Mi eie por. lore:49a, s5r ..-~ a< :. Mas ,se acaso j., b! rnuerte l nos separa
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 "You: no tell -eet ,senores. Mi dead. 'sus Grande live. po,orosa live. They be happy. Adois, y mpchisimas gracias." a,...s, ...t. = . Greater love hath no, man than this. that a man lay down his life for his friends:"':.;; .r .e.e ='e:..sr.
 And this, is. charity, :. which, you know. assumes, as many shapes as frospero's busy spirit; but it's al: