The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-05-26
Continued from last weekly
CHAPTER XIV.

O'CLOCK the sounds of battle had swell
Cd to o deeper. steadier roar, and
refugees arriving brought various and
fragmentary stories Of the fighting.
From this hodge-podge Of misinfortna-
tion, however. Webster decided that
Ricardo's troops were forcing the is
sue with vim and determination, and
since the most furious fighting was
now well In toward the heart Of the
city, II seemed reasonable to presume
the struggle was for possession Of the
arsenal and palace.
At noon the deep diapason Of con-
hict began to slacken; by one o'clock
1t had ,dwindled considerably, and at
two O'Clock Webster, gazing an1iously
cityward,. observed Lebers launch
coming rapidly out from shore. At
the wheel stood Don Juan Cafetero :;
rs the launch shot in under the ves-
sells, side he looked up, searching for
Webster's face among the curious
thrOng that lined the rail.
"Who has won?" voice called, and
another, evidently humOrist and a
--shrewd judge Of human nature, re-
piled: "Why ask foolish questions? +?
The rebels, of course. That fellows
Irish and the Irish are born rebels
Look at the scoundrel. He's black
with gun grease and burned powder
where he isn't red with blood. The
butcher"
'Faugh-a-ballagh! he shrieket.
"We've got the divils cornered now.
Twill be over two hours hince"
Don Juan tied up the launch at
the gangway and leaped up the lad
der, three steps at time. "Glory be
to God" he painted and hurled him
self into Webster's arms. "I was in
1t! was. / got back in time to catch
up wit the lads at the warehouse an
they were the fine, fightin' devils, I'll
gamble you. Och, twas a grand bit
av fight-whilst it lasted. They put
me In the motor-thruck, loadin the
belts wit cartridges as fast rs the
gunners emptied thin, but faith they
couldn't keep me there. got into the
heart av the scrimmage in the yard
av the arsenal an faith twas well for
that little DocthOr Pacheco did.
Twas wurrk to me likin'. I'd ma
chete-"
"You bloodthirsty scOundrel !" Web
ster shook the war-mad son of Erin.
II told you not to mix in 1t, but to
nang around OH the fringe c. the fight,
and bring as early news. Suppose
you'd been killed? Who would have
come for us then? Didn't I tell you
we had dipner engagement in the
palaceY
me on the fringes av a fight?
sputtered Don Juan, amazed and out
ragged. "Take shame for yerself, sor.
There was niver the likes av me hung
around the fringes av fight, an we'll
ye know It,"
"I'm amazed that you even remem-
bered your instructions" Webster
rasped at him.
"Sure. our division had cpaned up
nicely an had nothin' else to do,
God bless ye. They were besiegin'
the palace whin left, an small
chance av takin' it for couple av
hours: what fightin' there was on the
outside was street shootin'-an' not
to me likin'."
"Is It quite safe to bring Miss Ruey
ashore, John?'
"Tis safe enough at the Hotel Ma
teO. We have the city for half
mile beyant, in the rear av them--an'
they're not fightin' to get to the bay.
The guards an some av the Fifteenth
Infantry regimint are in the palace
an the cuartel close by. an thin
that we failed to get in the arsenal
have fined thin. But the hulk av the
SarrOs army Is thryin' to break
trough to the south an west, to get
to- the hills. Dye mind the spur
tiirack that runs in semi-circle
around the city7 Well, thin, the reb-
els are behint the embankmint, takin'
II aisy. Have no, worry, sor. Whin
we've took the palace Wen move on
an dhrive the vagabones from behint
up to that railroad embankmint, where
Gineral Ruey can bid them the time
Nv day"
Webster turned to Dolores. do You
wish to go ashore?"
She nodded, her flashing eyes bent
in admiration upon the CORY, grimy
Don Juan Cafetero, for she was half
Irish. and In that amazing meeting
blood. 81 think my brother will sleep
In his fathers old room tonight" she
niIrmured softly. "And would sleep
In mine"
Trey 'JiiOwed Don Juan down the
Rnngway to the launch and SPED hack
r. NO city. The door Of I.cber's ware
h"use stoOd wide Upen; WITHIN was q
Hitter of Greasy rags and broken
packing cases. with Leber, quite mys-
tilted, sitting on keg of mills and
staring curiousy Mt 1t all.
Guided by Don Juan Cafetero Web
ster and Dolores passed on up the
Gale San Rosario. Occasionally q
bullet, fired two or three miles to the
= west, drOned iazily overhead or
dropped with a sharp metallic sound
on the corIugated-iron roofs Of a
building. At the hotel the proprietor
alone was In evidence, seated behind
the desk smoking in profound indif-