I I I I II II II
he Filibusters of Venezuela.. :'.
* Or the Trials of a Spanish Girl. *
• By SEWARD W. tlOPKIN~ •
• Copyrighted 1900 by Robert Bonner's Sons. 4~
CHAPTER XI--{ Continued).
"Say nothing about Mattazudo,"
said Philip. "~ do not wish him to be
alarmed, or he may escape my ven-
geance."
"I shall say nothing," said Don
Juan.
Francisco went out with him.
"Where is the prisoner, Salvarez?"
asked Philip of Gomez. "And the two
Americans--where are they?"
"Salvarez is in the left wing of the
castle, in a room from which he can-
not escape. There is but one window,
and that is strongly barred. There is
but one door, and a sentinel paces be-
fore it. The prisoner's wife and
daughter are with him. He requested
it, and I saw no reason to refuse. The
two Americans are in the right wing,
confined in like manner."
"Have Salvarez brought in. Let us
hear what he has to say."
Gomez went out, and in a few min-
utes returned with Salvarez.
The courageous General of the Re-
public walked with firm tread and un-
flinching gaze into the prese~iee of his
conquerors.
"You have sent for me," he said.
"Bow before the king!" said Gomez,
with the intention of humiliating the
:republican.
" 'Before the king!' " repeated Sal-
varez, with a sarcastic smile. "What
king? I know no king."
"You see b~.fore you the King of
Venezuela," said Gomez.
The lip of Salvarez curled.
"I am the King," said Philip, calmly.
"There is no king in Venezuela,"
replied Salvarez. "Long live the Re-
public!"
Philip's face flushed angrily.
"Beware! Do you defy me?" he
said.
"I do not defy you; I am in your
power," said Salvarez. "You have con-
•luered me at arms, but you are not
and never shall be king. The defeat
of one small regiment does not over-
throw a nation. The army of the Re-
public will drive you from the land."
"You do defy me. You shall ac-
knowledge me king."
"Never."
"'Then you shall die."
"I will die proclaiming the constitu-
tion."
' Take him away!" thundered Philip,
now thoroughly angered. "r had meant
to be generous to this man for his
bravery, but he forfeits all right to
my clemency. He is a rebel. He must
,die."
Salvarez was led back to the room
which had become his cell.
Philip then sent for the two Ameri-
cans, who were wondering what was
to be done with them, now that they
were so completely in the power of the
enemy.
When the orderly opened the door
°and told them the king desired their
presence, they rose and followed him,
thinking that they might at least learn
something now of the fate that was in
~tore for them.
They had not been searched, and
still possessed their revolvers.
They tramped through the halls to
the Council Room. A lightning flash
of intelligence passed between them as
they recog~tized this as the room into
which they had entered through the
secret panel. Me'dworth counted the
panels There it was--fifth from
either end, and probably undiscovered
~tlll.
"You may go," said Philip to the
'~)rderly.
Then turning to the young men, he
said:
"You are Americans?"
"We are," replied Medworth, in a
tone that left no doubt that he was
proud of the fact.
"How do you come to be mixed up
in this affair?" asked Philip.
"We came here to rescue a young
girl from a band of ~onspirators and
villains," said Medworth, calmly.
Philip flashed an angry glance at
the intrepid American:
"Have a care," he said. "Do not
speak rashly. Do not anger me. You
sIF you came here to rescue a girl
from villains. What girl?"
"Don Juan's daughter," replied
Medworth.
"Ah!" said Philip, with a sneer.
"'Then by 'villains' I suppose you mean
myself and friends?"
"Yes. Even her father is-one of
them. You are another."
"Beware!" said Philip. "I have al-
ready sentenced one man to death for
tdefying me."
t "He wasn't an American," said
Tempest. "You wouldn't like to get
mixed up with the United States."
','.Enough of this," said the king. "I
sent fo~ you to obtain information. It
was you who discovered the cave
where Don Juan's daughter was con-
cealed ?"
"It was," replied Medworth.
"How did you make the discovery?"
"'In our own way," said Tempest;
"'and that is our secret." ?'You must answer."
"Well, if I must, r must--a parrot
told us where it was,'"
"A parrot!" exclaimed Philip, chok-
,Ing with rage. "I tell you----"
,At that moment the door was
thrown violently open and Mattazudo
came running in. He fell pn his knees
before Philip.
"Your Majesty: Your Majesty!" he
'cried, "You will not have me shot[
You will not kill me: I swear I was
b~t obeying the orders of Gomez!"
Philip's face became like a thunder-
cloud.
"Kill you?" he cried. "Who has told
you that I would have you shot?"
"Oh, I heard it, your Majesty,"
wailed the half-breed. "My followers
are strong; they are stronger than the
followers of Francisco. If I am shot
by your orders they will revolt. With
them against you, you cannot cross the
Orinoco."
"Where is Gomez?" demanded
Philip, calling an orderly.
"I will find him, your Majesty," was
the reply.
But before Gomez appeared, there
was a loud shouting and shuffling of
many feet approaching the Council
Room.
"To the King! To the King:" cried
a number of voices. "Mattazudo must
be saved. He is our leader. If he
dies, we go against the King. Long
live Mattazudo! Long live the King!"
"Kill the pretender!" shouted an im-
passioned voice. "He is no king!"
"Kill him! Kill him!" shouted oth-
ers.
"Stay that rabble!" shouted Philip,
in great alarm. "Mattazudo, restore
order. Tell them that if they remain
loyal you shall be forgiven--you shall
live."
"Ah, they might not believe me,
your Majesty," said Mattazudo. "Will
you not speak a word to them? Come,
tell them that, and I promise you you
will have no better troops than these."
The king stepped out into the hall
with Mattazudo.
He faced the approaching mob.
"What is it you wish?' he asked.
"The life of Mattazudo. He is our
leader," came the reply.
"Very well. I have not harmed hlm,"
said Philip. "He is my friend. See,
[ give him my hand. If he is loyal to
me I ask no more. Is that enough?"
"Long live the King! Long live
Mattazudo!" they cried; and with
these words of rejoicing, they dis-
persed.
Philip returned to his Council Room.
The Americans were not there.
Philip called his orderly.
CHAPTER XII.
An Execution Delayed.
The prisoners--all that remained of
the gallant band that fought for the
Rdpublic~were ruthlessly shot.
This was the first official act of
Philip of Aragon after the crown had
been placed upon his head. General
Salvarez, the greatest of the prisoners,
was not placed among them, but no
less was the murderous wrath of his
captors to descend upon his head.
True, Salvarez was a prisoner of
war, and should have been treated with
the consideration and dignity due his
rank.
A certain honor was reserved for
Salvarez, it is true--the honor of
standing alone to meet his death.
And, as if to mock him, or to em-
phasize the irony of his fate, the man
who was.to command and carry out the
execution of the republican general
was his old neighbor, Pedro Francisco.
The loving wife and daughter of Sal-
varez were still with him~in the room
which was to be the last he should ever
occupy in his own castle.
"I fear not for the country," replied
Salvarez. "Give the President time to
get his army here, and the monster
will never live to see,an0ther day. It
is not that which moves me. Ah, it
is the thought of you!" The general
rose from his chair and paced **he
length of the room. "For myself I
care little. Years ago I consecrated
my life to the Republic. In battle I
would give it willingly. But it is hard
to go thus and leave you, my dear ones,
in the hands of these merciless scoun-
drels. There are no friends left. In
whose hand can I leave you?"
"Alas!" said Dona Maria, "our
friends are dead. Yet I do not fear
for myself. If they take you, my gen-
eral, I soon will follow you. By my
own hand I will cheat these monsters
~of one victim of their license." "But Jacinta!"
"She is young. She must~she
mus~--"
"Must what?" sternly asked the gen-
eral. "Give herself up to these despoil-
ers? Rather, if she is a true daughter
of the Republic, she---"
A heavy step interrupted the conver-
sation.
Pedro Francisco entered.
His black, gleaming eyes glanced to-
ward Salvarez and his wife, and then
rested upon the beautiful, tear-stained
face of Jacinta.
He beckoned for her to leave her
father's side and come to him.
He led her to a distant corner, and
bent to speak in her ear words that
could be heard by herself alone.
"You can save your father's life," he
said.
She glanced quickly and beseechingly
at him.
"Jacinta," he said, "have you heard
the order of the king?"
She bowed her head.
"Yes," she answered. "My father
pays the penalty of his loyalty to his
country--to your country--with his
life."
"True," he said. "At noon today he
is to be led out Into his own garden,
and bound, mad stood face to a file of
soldiers. An officer will give the word
to fire. That officer is myself."
She storied back. Her black e~el
blazed scorn and hate upon him.
"You!" she hissed. "You! O1%
wretch, serpent, fiend!! You, who
claimed to be a friend, will give th0
command that will send my father to
his death!"
"You may prevent it, Jacinta."
"I? I can prevent it? How?
have already knelt in bitter humilia-
tion before your pretender king, and
begged for my father's life. He spurned
me. How, then, can I save him?"
"I tell you I am to command the
squad that is to shoot him. At noon
nothing can be done. But if It can be
postponed till midnight~if the execu-
tion could be held in the darkness.
much could be done. His fetters could
be loosened--he could be left free--the
guns could be loaded blank--he could
drop at the fire, and creep away."
"Ah, Pedro! You will do this? You
will save my father's life? You love
the Republic still!!"
"No. I am an enemy to the Republic.
But ] love you. For you, and you alone,
I will do this, if you but say the word."
"Word!" Her bosom heaved with
emotion. "What do you mean? What
word?"
"Promise me that you will be my
wife--it is all I ask."
She recoiled from him, clasping her
hands over her heart. Panting, she
looked at him helplessly.
"But I do not love you," she said.
"I know that," he answered. "You
hate me. You despise me. You have
said it a hundred times in your
haughty way. But I do not care for
that. I love you, and must have you.
You have your choice---marrlage and
honor with me, your father's life'saved,
or--"
"Hush!" she said. "Do not speak of
it again. I realize it all. But how do
I know you will keep your promise?
You may be as cruel as the others. You
may not save my father's life."
He smiled.
"Grief has driven reason from you,"
he said. "Is it likely, when I wish to
win your love, that my first step in
that direction will be to murder your
father? Besides, my part of the con-
tract comes first. If I do not sacredly
do my part, you need not keep your
promise."
"But is it possible?" she asked. "The
hour is already set for noon. Can it be
changed to midnight?"
"I think it can. I have some influ-
ence with the king. I will ask this as
a favor, and he will no doubt grant it.
Can you not see, Jacinta, that I am
risking my life for you?"
He turned away, and Jacinta, pre-
serving a calm appearance, went back
to her father.
"What had Francisco to say?" aske~l
Salvarez.
"Nothing much, my father," she re-
plied. "He spoke to me of~of~"
"Of something that will happen
soon?" he asked, referring to his own
death.
"No, father," she answered; "st
something that will never happen."
The suspense was becoming unen-
durable. The girl dared'not look at her
father's calm countenance, lest she be-
tray the true cause of her emotion. She
dared not breathe her hopes--her fears.
"They delay," said Salvarez.
Jactnts heard the ticking of the
watch in his hand.
With a tigerish fierceness she
clutched and looked at it.
It was ten minutes after the hour
of noon.
"Father!" she murmured, reeling.
"Saved!" and she fell fainting into her
father's arms.
(To be continued.) Y
A Ring-Necked Tribe.
An officer of native troops was on
outpost duty at Fort Stedman, in the
Shan Highlands, Burmah, and was
sent on an expedition to a wild part
of the interior, where presumably foot
of white man had never trod before.
'Here he came across a tribe called
"Paloungs." He observed the women
were decorated with curious coils of
brass around neck, arms'and legs, and
on inquiry found that it was a canon
of unwrltte~l law that all tl2e high-
er-grade ladies be thus adorned. He
was horrified to be an eye witness :of
the operation, the coils being put on
a young glrl of 12, who lay shrieking
and firmly held to the ground while
the rods were bent and hammered on.
The neck coil has the effect of a gigan-
tic spring, elongating the Inuscles into
a curious d~eformity. Each well-born
ringed lady has a child following her
with a pannikin of water, when in hot
sun, to sprinkle the coil, as the brass
gets intolerably hot, and festers the
skin into horrible sores. This is one
of the most curious customs ever heard
~'of and in spite of the pain is willing-
ly adhered to, as showing high rank in
the wearer.~London Sunday Maga-
zine.
Memory Shown by Young Cnn~r|os.
"St. Andreasberg people know noth-
ing of the canary of the encyclopedia,
which can imitate perfectly the night-
ingale, or even enunciate some words
in imttatior, of the human v~lce," de-
clares Ida Shaper Hoxie, in telling
about St. Andreasberg, "The Singing
Village of Germany," in the Ladles'
Home Journal_ "The birds of one
breed, subjected to the same influences,
have songs that vary with the throat
muscles and vocal chords of each ln-
diviaual. But so remarkable is the
canary memory that a bird bred to
a certain song, if removed from the
cage in which he has heard it from his
parent, when six weeks old, wlll later,
when he himself begins to ~[ng, give
the same song though never ~aving
heard it in the intervening period."
A dollar unjustly gained c4taaot be
Justly kept.
We lie lejz Co liege G ir
,.Vtart a "] e tattran .
SOME
Women critics who complain that a
eolis~ education wholly unfits a girl
for success in the more distinctly do-
mutic callings, and men cynics who
assert that women never have any
business ability, anyhow, will be quite
disconcerted by the success of the Wel-
lesley tea room and the news that this
v~ture is now to he incorporated as
a stock company to be wholly man-
al~l and controlled by the girls of the
college with which it is connected,
says Boston Globe.
Until four years ago there was no
place in Wellesley where the faculty
and undergraduates of Wellesley could
meet for relaxation and social inter-
course. To Miss Mary Chase, '96, of
Philadelphia, and Miss Clara Shaw of
Kentucky the brilliant idea of starting
• a tea room as a centr~l rendezvous for
Wellesley girls then suggested itself
with the result that the present plant
was placed in operation. Miss Shaw,
as it happened, soon left the college
for Chicago university, and upon the
zhoulders of Miss Chase fell the bur-
den of the work.
The first cook was a typical old-time
SCENES AT WELLESLEY COLLEGE.
southern mammy with s gi~t in the
matter of Maryland biscuit. Another
specialty of the place was and is still
tea-room cake, to experience the in-
digestible delights off which Dana hall
girls vie with Wellesley maids In
eagerness.
It was because tl~e college girls had
come to feel so warm a personal in-
terest in the success of the plan that
the incorporation scheme was set in
motion by Miss Chase and agitated this
summer by Miss Elizabeth Newkirk,
'00, Miss Clara Conklin, '02, Miss Alice
Dana Knox, '00, and Miss Caroline
Rogers, '00.
Miss Knox has a large following at
Wellesley ~among the students, who
have greatly admired her work in the
college's Shakespeare productions, and
Miss Rogers is a force in the commu-
nity, not only because she is herself a
very charming girl, but also from the
fact that she last year conducted the
tea-room with great success,
The venture outgrew some time ago
its embryonic stage. Lunches are now
served a la carte at the noon hour, and
catering for receptions, teas and col-
JVe o l lini rter From Viam.
PHYA CHAROON RAJA MAITRI.
tween it and his owu land that he has
recently been considering a trip hither,
Up to the present, however, Siam has
been content with a consular repre-
sentative to this nation. Hen. Isaac
Townsend Smith, formerly United
States consul to Siam. The new am-
bassador is the sixth sent from his
country, the others being accredited to
Berlin, Paris, London, St. Petersburg
and Yeddo.
Phya Charoon RaJa Maitri is about
37 years old, Like most Siamese he is
below medium size, according to our
standards, but iS Of fins physique,
deep-chested, muscular and atralght.
PRINCE
Phya Charoon RaJa Maitri, first en-
voy extraordinary and minister pleni-
potentiary from Siam to the United
States, has had a career probably more
remarkable than any of the associates
whom he will meet in 'diplomatic cir-
cles, C~usin of his king, as he is, he
has been prince, priest, beggar, and
finally not only prince again, but one
of the most trusted advisera of the
throne. That he is accredited to the
United States is proof of this latter,
for King Cnul&longkorn is himself an
admirer and a student of the institu-
tmns of this country, and is ~ ~spl~
J~er~d In ~trengtheaiug ~e ties be-
lege dances is likewise accepted. More-
over, there are six bedrooms and a
very happy little Wellesley family hero
enjoy all the comforts of home.
Quite a staff of servants, a cook, two
maids, a housekeeper and a boy are
now employed, so the thing has grown
to be a household of rather large pro-
portions, quite imposing enough to
have its incorporation the best thing
for all concerned.
The shares, which were offered to
undergraduates, faculty' and alumnae,
are now all gone, and the suggestion
has taken so well that there is talk
of building a house for the better car-
• rytng on of the plant.
Emperor o~r CUp Challenger.
It is reported in London that Em-
peror William of Germany may tak~
the place of Sir Thomas Lipton ae the
next challenger for the America cup.
If Sir Thomas is not yet discourage~
the first place should, of course, be
held open for him, but there is no ap-
parent reason .why a German yacht
should not also be allowed to enter and
the contest become triangular. Ths
America cup is an international
trophy, and the fastest boats of all na~
tions should be allowed to compete for
the honor of its custody. If Kaiser
Wilhelm has his eyes on the cup it •
behooves the Yankee ya~chtsman to b~
up and stirring. The Germans do
things thoroughly, and it is certain
that Wilhelm II. would pot send s
yacht across the Atlantic unless satis-
fied it had a good chance of winning
the "blue• ribbon of the seas." It la
sure that the presence of an imperial
yacht flying the German flag would
add much to the public interest in the
races, and it is not entirely beyond the
bounds of possibility that ~he /d;.g.l~e.r
himself might cross the water to ~me
the yachts in action. The Czar of Rmb
si~ might also be invited to send the
fastest boat his shipbuilders can turn
out, and in the course of time the con-
test for the America cup might be
fought out between representativeS of
the greatest nations of earth. Cer-
tainly the royal rivals and yachtsmen
of Europe could find no waters in
which they would be so sure to get fair
play and a good beating as in those
of the United States.
Eugenie'~ Lo~t ~t~ear~.
The Empress Eugenic is now settled
down in her English home. It Is re-
ported that the empress is about to
build a small convent in the beautiful
grounds at Farnborough Hill to the
memory of her husband and their son.
There is already a Benedictine home
in the grounds prov~fded for thirty
members of the order._
The modesty of Govern.or McLean
of Connecticut is well exhibited l~ the
sketch which he gives o£ himself In
the biographical work known as
"Who's Who in America." It is the
shortest of all the sketches in the
book, and reads as follows: "McLean,
George P., Gov. Conn., 1901-3; Repub-
lican, Address: Hartford, Conn."
Professor John A. Bergstrom of the
department of pedagogy in Indiana
University has been given leave of ab-
sence until Christmas, and will sPen¢~
the time studying the school systems
of Germany, Norway and Sweden.
William Millikan, senior editor of
the FaYette County (0.} Herald, ha~
Just celebrated his ninety-fifth birth-
day. He is the Nestor of the Ohio
editorial fraternity and is still
and hearty.
