The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-05-26

fusillade. They walked through the
sacristy and passed through a door
into the great cathedral, with it's high
carved, gothic-arched ice:!ing. Through
the thick-clOSed doors of the main Ell
trance. lost In the dimness of space
out in front, the sounds of the battle
half block away seemed very distant,
indeed.
They passed the altar and Don Juan
genuflected and crossed himself rever-
emily. I'll be afther maxim me con-
fession," he whispered to Webster.
"Wait for me. sor"
He leaned his rife asa!ns. the altar
railing, crossed the church and touched
lightly on the shoulder a monk kneel-
ing In prayer before the altar of the
Virgin; the latter bent his head while
Don Juan whispered: then he rose and
both went into the confessional. while
Webster found a bench along the wall
and waited.
Presently Don Juan came forth,
knelt on the red-tiled floor and prayed
something, Webster. suspected, he
had not done for quite a while. And
when he had finished his supplication
and procured his rifle. Webster Joined
him, the monk unbOlted the door and
from the quiet of the house of God
they passed out into the street and the
tumult Of hell.
"I've been clost to death this day."
Don Juan explained. "an the day is
not done. BE the same token, tits long
since I'd made me last confession:
sure. until you picked me out av the
mire. sOr. it's little thought had for
the hereafter"
From their place they could see a
dozen or more Of Ricardo's hired fight
ers crouched under the shelter Of the
palace walls across the street. IT think
Wen be safer there" Webster cried,
>as couple Of bullets struck the stone
steps at their feet and ricocheted
against the cathedral door. THAT rifle
OF yours Is making you marked man,
Don Juan"
They ran across the street and
Joined the men under the palace wall.
"What's this?" Don Juan demanded
briSkly. Have We not shmoked thin
out yet?"
"Noddings doing" a young German
answered Der chief has sent word
dot we shall not artillery use on der
balace. Men all aroundt 1t we haf, nit
machine gun commanding each gate;
most Of der poys have chust moved out
west in der rear Of der government
troops"
'"Then," Don Juan declared with con-
viction. "thcre'll be no fighting here to
speak av until later"
"Der Is blenty of choy hunting snip
ers, mein freund. Der houses here
abOuts vOs filed NIT dem"
"Ill have no cat fights in mine" Don
Juan retorted. "Come wit me, so. an
well be in at the death ont beyant at
the railroad embankment"
TOO late" Webster answered. for on
the instant to the west the crackle of
rifle and machine gun fire interluded
with the Staccato barks of n Maxim
Vickers broke out. swelling almost i'm.
mediately to steady outpouring OF
sound. wen stay here where we're
safe for the finals When General Ruey
has cleaned up ont there he'll come
here to take command"
For half an hour the sounds Of a
brisk engagement to the west did not
slacken; then with discOncerting sud
denness the upronr died away fully so
rer cent.
'They're going In with the bayonet
and machctes," somebody who knew
remarked laconically. "Wait and you'll
hear the cheering"
They waited fully ten minutes, but
presently rs the firing gradually died
away, tfey heard II. faint and indis-
tfnguishable at first, but gradually
coming nearer. And presently the
trapped Ten In the palace heard It,
too. VIVA Rney! eIvai viva nueyr"
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