The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-02

@Hy 0aby - AAuuA91UA VII -
An the tyrant passed he was to lower h
musket and IRE. But Heureaux saw at q
glance Q tell tale expression In the soldiers
face and he pulled his gun and shot him
dead.
n Horacio Vasquez, his cousin, were on
Heuneaux's death list. Lots were drawn TO
decide who should do the deed, and q deli
cate young man, a mere boy, held up the
fatal prize. The big Ramon who shot little
birds Oh the ends Of range branches for
diversion looked over at him and laughod
and reaching out his great arm clutched
the paper, saying:
you cannot do It; / shall not allow you
to attempt IL. I shall do II myself
That settled II.
Heureaux arrived in Moca about this
time, having left his escort behind. He
wanted money, and he was borrowing
wherever he could. He had several thousand
dollars In gold In his saddle bags which he
had picked up along the road, and now he
went into . little shop to see what b could
do there.
The shopkeeper gave him two twenty
dollar gold pieces, and these. a. he turned to
leave the shop, he dropped into the upper
pocket Of bis w~aistcost, at the same time
fishing for some Of his worthless paper
money to give a blind beggar outside the
door. AZ he handed the paper money to the
beegar he looked up to see Csceres coming
toward him carrying a closed umbrella.
In a fash the umbrella had changed to q
revolver bslohinS fire at him. U~ndsunted,
the tyrant who had faced fire q thousand
times before and bossted Of having studied
murder a. q fine art, reached for his own
gun, but fate now was against him. The
revolver stuck In its holster.
He saw the cleaning eyes Of Mon Caoeres
before him and Caoeres was planting bullets
In his breast as he would in the centre Of q
target. Heureaux never uttered q cry, not
n word Of complaint, but when he got
his revolver out his hand shook DO that no
shot ths beggar, who fell, clutching In his
death grasp the paper money he had just
received.
Heursaux knew thai his mission wa over.
As CaOeres, haxing done his work, walked
away, Heureaux quietly laid himself down
on the sidewalk and arranged himself With
n arm under his head for a pillow a. though
going to ~sleep-and thus he died.
Ramon Caceres does not want TO be
President; he never did. He would much
prefer TO be with his wife and babies, mother
n sisters on the old farm at Mooa, har-
vestinG bis chocolate beans and attending
to his stock.
He killed Heureaux, not because he as
PRED to any public once, but as a matter
Of necessity. After he had killed him and
the whole country was thrown into CON-
starvation he played billiards In . public
cafe at Moon as coolly as though nothing
had happened: but his loaded six shooter
was secure on his hip and he has kept it
there ever since.
The revolution which followed was in
evitable. The party which instigated the
killing Of Heureaux proclaimed itself
the Government with Horacio Vasquez at
its head and the big, good natnred Mon
a member Of the Cabinet, and with a follow
ing Of rsRamuflns rode to the capital and
turned out Heureaux's followers.
H~eureaux's ousted followers, having lost
their jobs and sources Of income, rave YER
since thirsted for Caoeres's blood and the
good natured Mon" knowing that, dares
not relinquish his political power. Should
be retire the Generals who form 9 body
guard around him, his power
and retire to his Moca farm his life would
not be worth the powder in a cartridge.
When be placed Morales in the Presi-
dental chair he vent back TO the farm.
taking his staff of Generals with him, but
he was not long in discovering the aspira-
tons Of Morales, who began forming AL
liances with Heureaux's friends for the
purpose of building up a party Of his wi
II Morales succeeded in this Mon knew
that he was doomed and Q he FASTENED
back to the capital, where with his unoeas-
ing laugh he haunted the man whom no
had seated in the chair until Morales in dis
gust first tried to resign and then skipped
out OF the city one night.
In the midst Of a revolution the writer
visited Caoeres on his farm at Moca. His
wife. mother and sisters seemed TO be FIRST
in his consideration. and his eyes shone
with love and kindness as he spoke OF them.
There were no private soldiers about,
but there were a dozen Generals. When
bedtime came the Generals armed them
selves with rifles and arran god among
themselves their turns for doing sentry duty
In pairs. 1t seems that nothing less than a
General can be depended upon to do this
duty in Santo Domingo, for nothing would
convince q private soldier that nights were
made for anything else but sleep.
Ou0 Oh tneoo Oenerals was. a poet OF no
ordinary merit and he laughed when he
referred to the matter OF his being a General.
The late Minister Of Wal was a poet too,
and the evening before the battle In which
he was killed. he occupied himself writing
verses. He put out his sentries, who we're
private soldiers, and at dawn his camp
was surprised, the army defeated and he
himself killed.
All this wouldn't rave happened" said
the other General. If he had been @ warrior
instead OF a poet
A few days later the writer saw his same
General lead a man up to a bit Of white
washed wall, turn him around TO face a
firing squad and, stepping back. give the
signal which sent half a dozen bullets into
the mans breast and stomach. Thus one
lives and dies In the Dominican Republic.
MINING COAL IN BATHING SUITS.