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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.