The Central Glamorgan Gazette, and General, Commercial, and Agricultural Advertiser. — 1891-07-24 (Bridgend, Mid Glamorgan, Wales)

FRIENDS.  Ou the morning of the day after the departure of Mat itana on her errand of vengeance, a small frigate belonging to the Royal Navy entered the port of Bristol, and anchored in the harbour. A boat was lowered, two men, one wearing a naval uniform, seated themselves in the stern, while four sailors rowed with regular strokes towards the steps of the quay. The two men landed and entered the town of Bristol, to which they both appeared to be entire strangers. The officer, although young, handsome, and aristocratic-looking, would have attracted very little attention in the bustling and crowded city of Bristol; but his companion drew upon himself every eye, from the strange appearance of his copper-coloured skin, his long inky-black hair, his great flashing eyes surrounded by dark circles, his dazzlingly white teeth, and, above all, his singular Mexican costume.  We have no wish to mystify our readers as to these two persons who so suddenly appear upon the scene we will, therefore, at once confess that the young naval officer and the Mexican are neither wore nor less than our old friends, Harry Vernon and Quirino.  _ Harry Vernon, ii hem we left for dead in a garden at Havannah, leaned familiarly upon the arm of his murderer in the streets of Bribtel. A few words will solve the mystery. The reader will remember that Harry, after having received the Indian's shot, let fall his weapon, and fell to the ground with a cry of agony. Quirino quitted his post, and ran to the spot where his rival had fallen upon the earth under his fatal aim.  The ball, passing through the right breast, had lodged in the fleshy part of the shoulder. The unhappy young man gave no sign of life, and the blood flowed in a rapid stream from the deep wound.  A cloud passed over the face of Quirino. "What have I done!" he murmured; "this Englishman did not even know that he had injured me—he was ignorant even of my, name; what right had I to avenge myself thus He knelt by the body, and laid his hand upon the heart. It did not beat.  "He is dea-d-F said the Indian; "I have kept my vow. 'llls man was guiltless, but I have killed him. Now then, for the guilty, and, first, for the wretch Moralee."  As the Indian pronounced these words, his eye, flashing with hate and ferocity, looked towards the spot wnere he had left Morales.  _ Morales had disappeared, leaving in his place the cords eta by the yowl; negro. ** Fool that I was ! ' cried Quirino, with a gesture of fury and disappointment ; "I ought to have killed him on the sput. But I will find him—yes by all the fiends, I will lied him ! "  And swift as the stag pursued by hounds, he hurried off in the directiou of the house hired by Morales, and in which the maniage of 31ariton& and the young midshipman had taken place. We already know that the house had becu abandoned; Quinn° found no one there but the mulatto woman, Berenice.  •• II here are they? "lie aeked, in a threatening vokv.  "Three I eeek—hiaritena and Morales." " They are gone." "Where ?" "I do not know." " Answer, woman! answer, or I will murder you!" and the Indian drew a knife from his girdle. " They have sailed for England," stanunered the woman who ihought her last hour was come. Quirino uttered a cry of rage, and rushing from the house, hurried to the quay; but there, atm; he strived too late.