The Washington herald., 1920-10-18
AN O. HENRY STORY

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popular ruler. olivarra had been
assassinated nine years before.
while in the prime of life and use
fulness. A faction of the Liberai
party led by Losada himself had
been accused of the deed. Whether
guilty or not, II was eight years
before the ambitious and scheming
Losada had gained his goal.
Upon this theme General Pillars
eloquenee was loosed. He drew the
picture of the beneficent Olivarra
with loving hand. He reminded
the people of the peace, the security
and the happiness they had enjoyed
during that period. He recalled in
vivid detail and with significant
contrast the last winter sojourn of
President Olivarra in Coralio. whep
his appearance at their fiestas was
the signal for laundering vivas of
love and appreciation.
The first public expression of
sentiment from the people that day
mur went among them like the surf
rolling along the shore.
Ten dollars to a dinner at the
Saint Charles" remarked Mr.. Vim
cent?, that rouge wins"
Il never bet against my own in
terests," said Captain Cronin, light
ing a cigar. Long -winded old
boy, for his age. What's he talk
ing about" "
My Spanish" replied Vincent.
runs about ten words to the min
ute his is something around two
hundred. Whatever he's saying,
he's getting them warmed up"
Friends and brothers." General
Pillar was saying. could I reach out
my hand this day across the lam
entable silence of the grave to OIL
varra, the Good to the ruler who
was one of you. whose tears fell
when you sorrowed, and whose
smile followed your joy would
bring him back to you, but-On-
varra is dead-dead at the hands
of a craven assassin
The speaker turned and gazed
boldly into the carriage of the
president. His arm remained ex-
tended aloft as II to sustain his
peroration. The president was lis
tening. aghast, at this remarkable
address of welcome. He was sunk
back upon his seat. trembling with
rage and dumb surprise, his dark
hands tightly gripping the carriage
cushions.
Half rising. he extended one arm
toward the speaker. and shouted a
harsh command at Captain Cruz
The leader of the Plying Hundred
sat his horse, immovable, with
folded arms. giving no sign OF hav-
ing heard. Losada sank back
again, his dark features distinctly
paling.
who says that Olivarra is dead%'
suddenly cried the speaker. his
voice, old as he was. sounding like
a battle trumpet. His body lies
loved he has bequeathed his spirit
yes. more-his learning. his kind
ness-yes. more-his youth, his
image-peoplc of Anchuria, have
you forgotten Ramon. the son OF
Olivarra2''
Cronin and Vincent. watching
| closely, saw Dicky Maloney suo-
denly raise his hat, tear off his
shock of red hair. leap up the steps
and stand at the side of General
Pillar. The Minister of War laid
his arm across the young mans
! President Olivarra saw again his
same lion-likc pose, the same frank
undaunted expression. the same
! high forehead with the peculiar
, line of the clustering, crisp black
hair.
=. - General. Pilar. was ap experienced
orator. He Seized the moment OF
! breathless silence that preceded the
storm.
Citizens OF Anchuria." he trum
! peted. holding aloft the keys TO
I Casa Morena. Il am here to deliver