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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Miss Fairfax of Virginia - A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the Palmettos - -Author: St. George Rathborne - -Release Date: July 18, 2016 [EBook #52599] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MISS FAIRFAX OF VIRGINIA *** - - - - -Produced by Daniel Lowe, Melissa McDaniel and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - -Miss Fairfax of Virginia - -A ROMANCE OF LOVE AND ADVENTURE UNDER THE PALMETTOS - -BY ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE - -AUTHOR OF - -"Doctor Jack," "A Fair Revolutionist," "A Sailor's Sweetheart," -"A Chase for a Bride," etc. - -[Illustration: Publisher's stamp] - - NEW YORK - STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS - 238 WILLIAM STREET - - - - - COPYRIGHT. 1899, - BY STREET & SMITH. - - - - -TABLE OF CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER I. PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW. - CHAPTER II. ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK. - CHAPTER III. AT DAGGERS' POINTS. - CHAPTER IV. MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE. - CHAPTER V. RODERIC'S REPENTANCE. - CHAPTER VI. ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE. - CHAPTER VII. THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW. - CHAPTER VIII. "ADIOS, BELOVED!" - CHAPTER IX. DOWN THE IRISH COAST. - CHAPTER X. FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES. - CHAPTER XI. THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK. - CHAPTER XII. THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS. - CHAPTER XIII. ADONIS ON A NEW TACK. - CHAPTER XIV. A CHASE TO THE YACHT. - CHAPTER XV. CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT. - CHAPTER XVI. THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN. - CHAPTER XVII. THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD. - CHAPTER XVIII. JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR. - CHAPTER XIX. BY WAY OF THE BALCONY. - CHAPTER XX. A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S. - CHAPTER XXI. THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN. - CHAPTER XXII. TO THE OLD FORTRESS. - CHAPTER XXIII. HOW THEY WENT IN. - CHAPTER XXIV. THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON. - CHAPTER XXV. WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME. - CHAPTER XXVI. A RACE TO THE BOAT. - CHAPTER XXVII. WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER. - - - - -Miss Fairfax of Virginia - - - - -CHAPTER I. - -PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW. - - -The genial summer sun had long since dropped behind the Irish hills, -and the glowing lights of old Dublin were set like rare jewels upon the -dark bosom of mother earth when Roderic Owen, with a fragrant cigar -between his teeth, walked to and fro under the shadow of Nelson's -column in historic Sackville street, now better known among loyal -citizens under the name of O'Connell. - -Owen only arrived from Liverpool on the Holyhead steamer that very -day and had passed some hours upon various tramcars, surveying those -portions of the famous city they traversed. - -It may have given him a thrill of satisfaction to realize that he once -more stood on his native heath, which land the exile had not seen -since, a child of tender years, he left it in company with his heart -broken parents; but two decades in the atmosphere of free America had -made a full-fledged Yankee out of him, and his heart was wholly pledged -to the interests of America. - -Business had more to do with his flying visit across the Irish sea -than a desire to look upon the scenes of childhood--these tender -recollections might be all very good in their way, but when his country -was at war with one of the old world powers, young Owen's heart and -soul were wrapped up in the interests he represented, and the state -mission that had taken him over the Atlantic. - -The public will never learn more than a small portion of the unwritten -history of the Hispano-American war, since these memoirs are snugly -reposing in the archives at Washington, where they will rest until -dusty with age. - -Secret agents were employed in many European capitals in the endeavor -to discover the true sentiments of the powers most interested, so -that in case unhappy Spain seemed in a way to secure an ally, prompt -measures might be taken to head off the threatened blow by a sudden -_coup d'etat_, in which our good friend Great Britain stood ready to do -her part. - -Roderic Owen, being peculiarly gifted by nature with rare abilities -in the line of diplomacy, had been remarkably useful in Berlin, Paris -and Vienna, and was now suddenly transferred to another famous capital -because it appeared as though Dublin might be the theatre of a little -gathering where matters of intense moment were to be discussed. - -It was evident from his manner that he had made the Nelson column a -rendezvous. His eyes followed each tramcar that passed, and never a -jaunting-car jogged by that he did not survey with growing interest. -A hot blooded Spanish lover awaiting the coming of the black-eyed -senorita with whom he had made a tryst could hardly have appeared more -anxious. - -He had just tossed away the remnant of his weed and was feeling for his -cigar case to draw out another when the expected happened. - -"At last!" he muttered, with a sigh of relief. - -Still he made no abrupt forward movement--caution had been one of -the fruits of long diplomatic service. "Everything comes to him who -waits--and works," is the leading maxim of their craft. - -A woman dismounted from a Rathmines car that had just arrived at the -terminus of its journey. She was garbed in the sombre black habiliments -of a religious recluse belonging to one of the many orders in Dublin. -These nuns, serving often in the capacity of Sisters of Charity, come -and go with the utmost freedom, respected by the humble classes to whom -they are often angelic messengers in times of distress or sickness. - -Just as he expected the sombre robed passenger came slowly toward him -as though endeavoring to make sure of his identity ere accosting him. - -Owen could _feel_ a pair of eager eyes fastened upon his face, for -there is such a sensation, and it surprised him to experience it. - -Then came a low voice breathing his name, and somehow it had never -before sounded just the same to him, nor had he known there was music -in its bare utterance. - -"I have waited about half an hour for you," remarked the American, -complacently. - -"Ah! senor, I am sorry. It was not my fault I assure you," she -exclaimed, eagerly. - -"I am certain of that, lady. Besides, I have no right to complain when -one whom I do not even know goes to this great trouble in order to do -me a service." - -She moved uneasily at his words, and as if fearful lest his ardent gaze -might penetrate beneath the veil she wore, one little white hand crept -out from the folds of her sable robe to rearrange the crepe. - -Owen smiled, for this act of caution had revealed much to him--upon -those plump fingers shone rings set with flashing gems, such as no -member of a holy order would dare wear. - -Thus, without asking a question, he knew his _vis-à-vis_ to be in -disguise. - -More than this, the unconscious desire to make sure that her face was -concealed gave him the impression that they must have met before. As -yet her voice had only sounded in low, whispered cadence, but it was -rich and musical, and somehow seemed to arouse dim, uncertain memories -which in good time after much groping, he would doubtless be able to -place. - -She looked around with some concern, for the locality being central was -never quiet, upon which he said: - -"Let us walk toward O'Connell bridge, and you can explain more fully -the meaning of your note, as you promised. I assure you the interest -taken in my welfare is appreciated, and if I can return the favor you -have only to speak." - -"You mistake, senor--I do not seek a reward. Chancing to know that you -were the object of a base plot, I thought it only my duty to warn you." - -"Because your vows constrained you?" - -She appeared somewhat annoyed. - -"Because heaven inspires every honest heart to desire the confusion of -evil schemes." - -"Pardon--I was foolish for an instant to believe my personality could -have anything to do with it. Undoubtedly your love of fair play must -have impelled you to do the same for any poor devil." - -"Senor, you have no right to question my motives." - -"I am a brute--you are an angel come to my assistance. Let us then -proceed to business. From whence does this threatening danger come--in -which quarter am I to guard against secret foes?" - -"You do not seem to be alarmed?" - -"Does that surprise you, lady? Surely then you are not well acquainted -with Anglo-Saxon blood. We who sup with danger, learn to despise it. I -say this deliberately and without boasting." - -"Ah! yes, I had forgotten your mission abroad. Your government would -never have sent any but a brave cavalier to take such desperate -chances. _Hola!_ it is a pleasure to meet a man who does not shrink -from a hazard." - -"Pardon the curiosity--but are you not Spanish?" he asked, steadily--it -was of considerable importance that he should know this fact, for the -most able diplomat may well look to his laurels when pitted against a -female Richelieu. - -She answered frankly, almost eagerly. - -"My people are of Spanish blood, but I have only once seen Spain. I am -_hija de Puerto Rico_." - -How proudly she declared it. - -"A daughter of Porto Rico--I am pleased to know it, for that lovely -island will soon rest beneath the starry banner. A grand future awaits -her under the new dispensation. I have been in San Juan myself, and -shall never cease to remember that quaint city." - -Perhaps the evening breeze brought with it a breath of chilly fog from -off old Dublin bay--at any rate the wearer of the sombre nun's garb -shivered a little and seemed to shrink back from the American. - -"Now," continued Owen, cheerily, as though his quick eye had not noted -with considerable surprise this peculiar action on her part, "we have -reached the bridge. Tell me whence comes this danger?" - -"There is one whom you have believed a friend, Senor Owen. Trust him -not, for he has sworn to work your downfall." - -"Which is very interesting, to say the least. Am I to be arrested as -a Fenian suspect, come over the big pond to duplicate the Burke and -Cavendish tragedy of Phœnix park? Or is this sly schemer a Spanish -sympathizer in the pay of Sagasta?" - -"You have said it, senor--the last is the truth. But there is -more--another reason why he hates you." - -"Perhaps you wouldn't mind mentioning it?" - -"His name first--it is Jerome Wellington." - -Owen seemed startled. - -"Confusion--I never suspected that _he_ was in Sagasta's pay. Luckily -I have made it a rule to be as close mouthed as an oyster with regard -to all state secrets. So friend Jerome has a private grudge against me. -When have I trod upon his toes? Kindly enlighten me, good angel?" - -"It is on her account--the dashing Senorita Cleo," came the muffled -answer, and again Owen knew the eyes back of the veil were fastened -intently upon him as though to read his secret. - -Thereupon he pursed up his mustached lip and emitted a low, incredulous -whistle. - -"Cleo Fairfax, my independent cousin, the daughter of ten millions, -what has she to do with the case? Is Jerome jealous--does he seek her -hand--well, let him sail in and win. I shall not stand in the way, for -it has never occurred to me to fall in love with my cousin." - -"Ah! senor, that is very well, but this man who is as handsome as an -Adonis hates you because he knows the American senorita loves you." - -"What! Cleo loves me--incredible--impossible." - -"More, she adores you." - -"Senorita, you surely jest or dream." - -"I speak what I know, and the fact is patent to everyone that you have -but to declare a word to bring this lovely girl and her millions to -your arms." - -"God forbid that I should ever speak that word, unless I truly loved -her as a man should the girl he means to make his wife. It is, I say -again, impossible that such a thing can be." - -"Few things are impossible, senor." - -"But--there are impediments in the way." - -"Perhaps none that might not be swept aside." - -"Above all, I do not love her--it is ridiculous, and never entered -into my mind. And so Jerome has conjured up a delightful hatred for -me because, by Jove, he chooses to _imagine_--you see I lay especial -emphasis on that word, for I can't believe it possible--that this -favored daughter of fortune gives me more than cousinly regard. Well, -if it pleases Jerome to indulge in such capers, I'm not the one to -cry quits. My duty as well as my privilege is to meet him half way. I -imagine you may be in a position to tell me how he means to strike. It -is awful kind of you to take such trouble." - -The thought had suddenly occurred to him that perhaps she might have -come from Cleo, and he winced at the verbatim report of his declaration -she must necessarily take back; but it was the truth, and Roderic Owen -had always made a point to stick to his guns in action. - -She was growing uneasy, as though fearful lest he might allow his -curiosity respecting her identity get the better of his gentlemanly -instincts. So when she spoke again it was hurriedly, her manner -betraying a desire to end the interview. - -"I have gone so far that it only remains for me to tell you the nature -of the plot whereby this jealous fortune seeker hopes not only to ruin -you in the eyes of the Senorita Cleo, but before your government as -well. - -"You are staying at the Shelbourne hotel. Your room overlooks the -cascade in St. Stevens green. You have arranged to meet one at the park -gate at twelve to-night, expecting to receive information respecting -the clique of Spanish sympathizers at present sojourning in Dublin as -a city least suspected of harboring America's foes. They have come -here in the hope of arousing the slumbering Fenian spirit should Great -Britain join the states against France or Germany. - -"Your expected informant is in their pay--he intends to suddenly pounce -upon you and, aided by allies in hiding carry you off. It will be made -to appear that you have abandoned your patriotic mission, and fled with -a well known adventuress to the gaming tables of Monte Carlo." - -"The duse! This is a nice kettle of fish. And only for you I might have -fallen a victim of the plot. But forewarned is forearmed. Some one -shall take my place, since it would be a pity they should have their -labor for nothing. It shall be diamond cut diamond from this hour. And -now, believe me, I am duly sensible of the great service you had done -me, lady. God knows it would give me pleasure to reciprocate should the -occasion ever arise." - -"I believe it--I know it, Senor Owen," she said, with some confusion. - -"I do not ask your name--that you wish it to remain a secret is enough -for me. But at least you will shake hands before we part. It is a part -of an American's code, you know--add one more obligation to those you -have heaped upon me. Do not refuse, I beg." - -She had shrunk back as though alarmed at the prospect, but his -_debonair_ manner, together with the absurdity of the fear that almost -overwhelmed her seemed to force her to meet his friendly advances, and -a little hand crept shyly out from among the dusky robes, advancing -half way. - -Roderic Owen clasped it in his own, and was conscious of a most -remarkable sensation that seemed to flash along his arm until it -finally brought up in the region of his heart. - -It may have been electricity, or some kindred element, but all the same -he considered it exceeding queer. - -Perhaps in his warmth he pressed her hand so that the setting of her -rings inflicted pain. At any rate she gave a little exclamation. - -"Forgive me; I forgot your rings, idiot that I am," and with a -gallantry he must have inherited from ancestors who once ruled in this -ever green isle he hastily raised the bruised digits to his lips. - -This caused her to snatch away her hand and with a hasty "_buenos -noches_" hurry to meet a tramcar coming from the monument. - -Before Owen could fully recover from his surprise she had entered the -double decked vehicle of transportation, and was lost to his sight. - -He stood there, leaning against the stone railing of O'Connell bridge -and looking after the car, a very much puzzled man. - -"Ah!" he ejaculated, as snatching out his handkerchief he waved it -vigorously in response to the one that fluttered from the open window -of the humble tramcar. - -Then the man from over the sea mechanically drew out his cigar case, -selected a weed, struck a match on the stone coping of the bridge, and -began to puff away as though he might in this manner free his brain of -the mental cobwebs that seemed to clog his clear reasoning. - -At the same time he started in the direction of Trinity College, -swinging a stout cane, and musing upon the singular events that had on -this night opened a new chapter in his experience. - -And somehow it seemed to the adventurous Owen that they bore a definite -connection with his past--again he heard that voice sounding as with -the music of sweet birds--its dim echo, so familiar and yet eluding -his grasp like a fluttering will-o'-the-wisp, how exasperating it was. -Where had he met this seeming nun in the sable robe, and who was she? - -Then suddenly he saw a great light--the confused memories drifted into -one clear vision. Again he stood on the brilliantly lighted Grand -Plaza of the Porto Rican capital with surging crowds of officers and -civilians around him, while a really excellent military band played -the beautiful, voluptuous airs of sunny Spain--again he heard a voice, -sweet as that of a lark, floating upon the night air from an open -window, and singing a serenade--Roderic was carried back two years in -his life to scenes that had been marked by stormy passion, and the -realization gave him a tremendous shock. - -He had reached the vicinity of Trinity's bold Campanile when this bolt -went home, and the effect was so great as to actually bring him to a -full stop, with held breath. - -"By Jove! to think I never suspected the amazing truth when talking -with her. Now I know it, I can swear to it--the same voice, which I -have never heard equaled. And she has done this thing for _me_, Roderic -Owen, whom possibly she has reason to hate. Heavens! there is some -fatality back of it all, and we are but puppets on life's great stage, -playing our little parts automatically. God alone sees the end. Yes, -that was Georgia de Brabant, the charming maid of San Juan, over whom -half the Spanish officers raved, about whom more than a few duels were -fought, and with whose fate my own life thread became entangled in -a way that has forever prevented my loving cousin Cleo or any other -woman. The past then is _not_ dead--again she enters my life--she comes -like an angel of light to save me from being made the victim of a -foul plot. That would indicate anything but hate. What lies before me -mortal cannot guess, but my duty is clear, and come weal come woe, I am -bound to serve my country first, last and always, no matter what the -sacrifice. And ye gods, I kissed the hand whereon perhaps dazzled _his_ -rings." - - - - -CHAPTER II. - -ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK. - - -Evidently Roderic Owen was disturbed by this meeting more than he -would have cared to confess. When ghosts that are supposed to have -been laid for all time come back to haunt us, memory plays havoc with -the strongest resolutions. Owen lived again in the past--his ears -seemed to drink in the music and merriment of the gay Spanish-American -capital--he saw once more a face that had been enshrined in his heart -as queen of the realm, and somehow the memory was not so unpleasant. -Instead of groaning over the disasters of the past he found himself -unconsciously building new _chateaux d'Espagne_. Hope ever abides in -the human breast--though daily overthrown it rises again and again, -Phœnix like from the ashes, and builds anew. - -From the shadow of Trinity College and the Bank of Ireland, formerly -the Irish House of Parliament, it was but a short distance to his -hotel, the luxurious Shelbourne. - -Having once entered the caravansary he cast his eyes around as though -seeking some one. A number of gentlemen lounged near the booking -offices, while on the first landing of the wide stairs among palms and -flowers ladies could be seen. - -It was a bright picture, entirely foreign to the usual run of -transatlantic hotels to which Owen was accustomed. - -A pair of bright eyes detected his arrival and a fair hand beckoned -him upward. - -Time was of value to him, but when beauty demands attendance other -things may wait, and he believed he could spare a few minutes at any -rate. - -She was a remarkable young woman, this Cleopatra Fairfax, and few men -could have resisted her charms of person and fortune. True, in features -she could not be called beautiful, but her eyes were glorious blue -ones, her hair abundant and of a golden hue, while her skin was browned -by exposure to sun and wind, since M'lle Cleo was a confirmed golf -player, a bicyclist, and a voyager over many seas. Her form at least -was enough like that of Venus to set many a famous painter anxious -because his last models lacked those qualities which a lavish Nature -had showered so abundantly on this child of fortune. - -This then was Cousin Cleo, an impulsive, warm-hearted girl, with the -better qualities of both Irish and American ancestors in her veins. - -Her mother had been an Owen, while on her father's side she came from a -long line of the famous Virginia Fairfax family. A better combination -it would be hard to imagine; and in this coming together of old and new -world blood lies the wonderful strength and marvelous ingenuity of the -American people. - -Miss Fairfax traveled withersoever her sweet will prompted, always -accompanied by a spinster chaperone. Perhaps it was an accident that -brought her to Dublin and the Shelbourne at the same time the English -Ambassador's private agent took up his quarters there--these accidents, -how often they happen, and how opportunely at times. - -Besides the motherly chaperone, there was another in the party, a -gentleman who in physique and handsome features far outshone Roderic. - -Of course this was Jerome Wellington, a man of the world, belonging -to a good family and now of a mind to settle down after having sown a -magnificent crop of wild oats. - -Naturally when such a dasher thus resolves to give up his freedom, he -looks around for a girl whose income will forever preclude any and all -possibility of his ever being compelled to live upon his wits again. - -With ten millions more or less at her beck and nod, Miss Fairfax of -Virginia offered grand opportunities in this line, and accordingly the -Adonis who had seldom known what it was to fail had sworn a mighty oath -that ere twelve moons had waxed and waned M'lle Cleo would have changed -her name to the equally aristocratic one of Wellington. - -Then he struck a snag. - -He discovered that Cleo had since childhood cherished a deep and -romantic fancy for Roderic Owen. - -They had romped together, and as years fled the stalwart young man -became her hero. She blindly adored him, and being so frank and open by -nature, her secret was easily read by such an acute observer as Jerome, -though the object of this affection had somehow never dreamed that he -was regarded in any other than a cousinly way. - -If Jerome had a strong point of which he was particularly proud it was -his connection with divers deep and dark plots. He regarded himself in -the light of a modern Machiavelli, and was never really happy unless -dabbling in mysterious affairs. - -In his day he had been Carlist, Anarchist, Socialist, Nihilist and -heaven knows what not. - -Hence, it was to him a very insignificant matter to figure out how he -should wipe this interloper from his path. Bah! it was almost too easy -a task for one of his magnificent intellect, brightened by contact with -the greatest schemers of the world. However, the stake was a glorious -one, and even trifles must be carefully looked after if success is -desired. - -So Jerome had set the machinery in motion which he expected would -speedily eliminate his rival from the field. - -Unfortunately for himself he did not consider that he was now up -against a man whom Nature had abundantly endowed with common sense and -shrewdness, and who as a secret service officer in charge of matters of -state had gained considerable praise from the Honorable Secretary at -Washington under whose direction he labored. - -Besides, Jerome's objections had undoubtedly been hitherto conducted -against European wits, and he might find wide awake Yankee minds -constructed on a somewhat different order. - -Roderic chatted and laughed pleasantly for a little time, as though on -the best of terms with himself and every one else in the world. - -Then, pleading business he tore himself away. - -Now that his attention had been forcibly brought to bear upon the -subject he could not but note the blushes that mantled his cousin's -face upon his addressing any remark directly to her, and the look of -reproach she bestowed upon him when he left the gay party. - -All of which gave him pain instead of pleasure. - -The happiness of this cousin was of much moment in his eyes. - -She had always laughingly declared her intention never to marry -whenever he broached the subject of the right cavalier coming along, -and up to the present Roderic had been dense enough not to suspect the -truth. - -It was just like a man at any rate. - -But at the same time it reflected on his extreme modesty. - -Jerome called out a joking farewell after him, which appeared harmless -enough, but with his knowledge of the man's evil intentions Roderic was -able to read between the lines and see the malevolence exposed. - -"He laughs loudest who laughs last, my dear Jerome," he muttered as -he walked away from the hotel, "and it remains to be seen how your -game comes out. Heretofore I have considered the man a mere every day -adventurer, attracted by the glitter of Cleo's gold, and believing -she knew how to handle such fellows without gloves, did not think it -my duty to interfere. Now that it begins to look more serious I find -I shall be compelled to throw my castor into the ring, and take up -cudgels in her defense. God bless her, a man could not well have a -stronger inspiration to do his level best. How the duse I have failed -to fall head over heels in love with Cleo all these years I am at a -loss to understand, yet somehow I have had an affection for the dear -girl such as one entertains for a sister. Now my eyes are opened, and -it is I fear quite too late. Destiny has already wrought out my future -for good or evil." - -He was thinking again of San Juan with its park, its glittering lights, -its military music and the flash of many dark Spanish eyes. - -Yes, Roderic was quite right. - -It was too late! - -He could never offer Cleo or any other woman the first passion of -his heart, since that had gone out under the palms and flower scented -bowers of the Antilles to a daughter of Porto Rico. - -He sighed as he relegated these things, both pleasant and painful, once -more to oblivion, and again rallied his forces to grapple with the game -on hand. - -Just around the corner he came across a man advancing toward the hotel, -and whom he hailed. - -"Well met, Darby--I was on the way to hunt you up, while you seem -headed for my quarters." - -"Just so, sir," replied the other, who appeared a man of few words, and -evidently one in whom Owen placed much confidence. - -"You complained recently of rusting--that everything seemed so dull and -dead. As fortune has it I am now in a position to offer you a little -excitement, and at the same time you may be of great service to me." - -Darby nodded his head--he was a man of ice, whom nothing could excite, -and yet to whom action was as the air he breathed. - -Knowing the nature of the man so well, Owen struck directly into his -story, and ere many minutes had flown the other was as well acquainted -with the facts as himself. - -One feature alone he repressed. - -This was the attachment on Cleo's part for so unworthy an individual as -himself--that was too sacred to be given over as common property. - -Darby would have to guess a reason for the hatred of -Wellington--perhaps he might lay it to the Spanish sympathies of the -other, which induced him to seek Dublin in order to have a hand in the -mysterious conference with pronounced Fenian leaders; or it might be -his sagacity would suggest the only plausible explanation. - -Thus the story was told. - -"Quite a neat little affair," commented Darby. - -"Will you take my place?" asked Owen. - -The other's face showed no sign of emotion. - -"Just so, sir." - -"You may bring up in Monte Carlo or Hong Kong, with a fascinating -adventuress professing to be madly infatuated with you." - -This time the faintest flicker of a smile appeared. - -"A dreadful fate, truly, sir." - -"Still you do not shrink from it, Darby?" - -The Sphinx shrugged his shoulders. - -"Duty is duty, sir. I shall play the cards to win." - -"You are to represent me--for the time you will look and act and think -as Roderic Owen." - -"I leave it to you whether I am able." - -"My dear fellow there is nothing you could not accomplish, if you set -your mind to it. I warrant that even Jerome will be deceived should he -personally take a hand in the game of abduction." - -"He will know the truth to-morrow when he meets you here?" - -"True--and will be stunned, unable to comprehend the facts. Thus, you -will be at liberty to do as you please after once reaching French -territory. You know how to find me again." - -"Just so, sir. Is that all?" - -"Only that I wish you the best of success," taking the cold hand of the -Sphinx and squeezing it. - -There was actually a faint response. - -And yet strange to say, this naturally reserved and passionless man was -so great an actor that when duty compelled he could imitate even the -most hot-blooded Spanish wooer, and sue with song and story for a dusky -senorita's love. - -That was genius rising above nature, a carefully trained gift such as -few men possess. - -"The hour grows late, and you will need some time to make your -preparations, so there is no need of my detaining you longer. As to -money--" - -"I have more than enough, sir." - -"Good. Besides, if you turn up at Monte Carlo you may have a chance to -apply some of the tactics you once used in breaking a faro bank in New -Orleans. It would perhaps be rare sport to you for a change." - -Again Darby showed the limit of his emotion, this time it being a -chuckle that escaped him. - -"Then good-bye and good luck. Beware lest you fall in love with the -charmer, my boy. Such a Lurline may storm the ramparts of your flinty -old heart, and once lodged therein, heaven help you." - -"Just so, sir. I am too old a bird to be caught with chaff. I have been -through the mill. Don't waste any sympathy on Joel Darby, sir. But, -there is an old acquaintance of yours here." - -"Ah! who may that be--male or female?" for his mind instantly reverted -to the girl from Porto Rico, and he wondered if Darby could have run -across her by chance. - -"You once showed me a group picture of a very delightful scene in a -West Indian flower court, with the fountain and bird cages. Besides -yourself and a young Spanish captain there were a charming girl and an -old hidalgo with a fierce beard and a mass of iron gray hair--a man -once seen never forgotten." - -"Ah! Yes, General Porfidio de Brabant, the noblest Roman of them all, -whose voice is like the thunder burst of his tropical home, and yet who -obeys _her_ slightest wish as meekly as a lamb." - -"Just so--sweet Porfidio is in Dublin." - -"I am not surprised, since I have reason to believe she is here. In -fact the woman disguised as a Sister of the Holy Grail was Georgia, his -niece, and the girl in the picture." - -Darby's thin lips gathered as though prepared to emit a whistle, for -like a flash he comprehended a very important matter in connection with -his employer; but his will got the better of his inclination and not -the faintest sound followed. - -"More than this, sir, I am afraid he has some connection with these -reckless schemers you have come here to watch." - -"It would not surprise me--the senor general is of Spanish descent and -doubtless loves the institutions of Spain, so that with his generous -and ardent nature he is ready to risk all he has in order to help the -wretched mother country in her great hour of need. It does not matter, -since they will accomplish nothing here. These Irish plotters are -master masons in the art of promising much and having some one else -pull their chestnuts from the fire. Still, it is our duty to know the -many strings perfidious Spain has to her bow." - -"Just so, sir. I am going now." - -"My blessing go with you, Darby. I shall anticipate a rich and racy -story when we twain meet again. Meanwhile, again farewell." - -When he stood alone Roderic heard a clock in a not distant belfry chime -the hour. - -"Eleven--plenty of time for a man of his superior intelligence to -accomplish it all. By Jove! I would like to see the result. I would -wager he does it to the queen's taste, and that with two Richmonds in -the field Warwick or Jerome or any other man would find it hard to -tell the genuine from the artificial. Reminds me of Shakespeare's two -Dromios. Well, there's nothing for me to do but take it quietly until -morning, when I'll give my noble duke a run for his money. Ye gods, I -can imagine his amazement. But he is not the man to let one failure -daunt him. I rather imagine we two may yet face each other with sword -or pistol in hand. That, gives me little concern just now, however much -it may later on. All seems quiet around the hotel, so I presume the -coast is clear." - -He found no difficulty in gaining his apartment unobserved, and there -proceeded to woo the gentle goddess of sleep. - -A methodical man, he was able to awaken at just the hour he desired. - -Perhaps a somewhat superficial knowledge of Wellington's usual habits -guided him in this matter quite as much as his own desires. - -An observation convinced him that the day had broken fair and -singularly cool, so that all nature appeared to rejoice. - -He dressed with perhaps a little more care than ordinary and stood -before the glass arranging the ends of his four-in-hand. - -"I wonder if her eyes still glow with their old intoxicating light?" he -muttered. - -From which one might readily imagine the dreams that had accompanied -his slumber must have dealt more or less with the owner of those -heavenly orbs. - -"And I kissed her hand again as of yore. Jove! how it thrilled me. -Did that kiss wipe out the past--is it possible for us both to forgive -and again be more than friends? The very thought gives my heart hope. -And yet what a fool I am to forget--those magnificent rings--perhaps -one or more of them came from the bolero dancer, the dashing Julio who -took San Juan hearts by storm. Heaven only knows--in my mad jealousy -I accused her of encouraging his attentions. Perhaps I was wrong, and -again I may have been right, for I never heard more of either after I -shook the red dust of San Juan from my feet. She may have wedded him, -and now be wife or widow. Ugh! to the devil with such thoughts. Now to -give dear old Jerome a shake up he will never forget." - -The idea afforded him some pleasure--at least it banished that other -hideous nightmare. - -Wife or widow were the words he did not care to hear used in connection -with the owner of those magnificent midnight orbs. - -Jerome breakfasted at eight o'clock. - -He was clockwork itself in regularity, no matter where or under what -conditions he spent the night, and when Roderic glanced into the -breakfast room there was his victim busily engaged, his back to the -door. - -Jerome was something of a gourmand, and had a really remarkable -fondness for all the good things that tickle the palate and appeal to -a cultivated taste. He knew the value of every wine on the list, and -could distinguish various brands of champagne with his eyes closed, -for, tell it not in Gath, Jerome had once upon a time been reduced to -making an honest livelihood as an expert wine taster. - -Owen sauntered into the almost deserted room, and came up behind the -dashing Adonis. - -"Good morning, Wellington," he said briskly, as he dropped into a chair -just across from Jerome. - -The latter started to make a civil reply, but when his eyes fastened -upon Roderic's face he turned as red as a boiled lobster and spluttered -out: - -"Owen still here in Dublin by all the saints!" - - - - -CHAPTER III. - -AT DAGGERS' POINTS. - - -It was Roderic's intention to lead the other a jolly little dance -before jumping upon him with both feet, so to speak. - -In other words he pleased to play with the conceited beau pretty much -as a cat might with a mouse that had fallen into her clutches. - -Hence he observed Jerome's amazed expression with the air of a man who -was puzzled. - -"Still in Dublin--why not, my boy? This is about as comfortable a berth -as one could find, and I shall only desert it when stern duty calls me -across the big pond. Whatever possessed you with the idea that I had -departed hence--why it was only late last night when I last saw you?" - -Wellington was making heroic efforts to resume his ordinary cool -appearance, but he had evidently been hard hit, and fluttered like a -wounded pigeon, which was a rare thing with a man usually calm and -sarcastic. - -"By Jove! it must have been a bad dream, but, d'ye know my dear -fellow, I could swear you came and told me you were off for Hamburg, -Constantinople or----" - -"Monte Carlo perhaps, since one place is about as likely as the other." - -"Well, er, perhaps it was. Wretched dream at any rate. Must have been -the Welsh rarebit I had about midnight--awful fond of toast and cheese, -you know, especially good Roquefort. Glad to know it was only a dream, -dused glad, my boy. Would have missed you very much--good men are too -scarce, as it is." - -Thus Jerome babbled on, his object being simply delay, in order to -collect himself and grasp the situation. - -At the same time possibly he hoped to pull the wool over the eyes of -the man he addressed. - -It was useless. - -When Roderic mentioned Monte Carlo the schemer knew his game had been -exposed through some blunder, and all he could hope to fight for was -advantage of position when the assault came. - -He therefore hurried up his reserves and proceeded to call all hands to -repel boarders. - -Owen had folded his arms and was coolly surveying him across the -table--there was a curl to his mustached lip that told of fine scorn. - -Some men can stand almost anything rather than to be made a mark for -irony or disdain, and it was this more than anything else that brought -Wellington furiously to the front. - -"See here, Owen, all chicanery aside, how the devil do you happen to -be here at the Shelbourne instead of on a yacht bound for Havre, and -eventually to the gamester's Paradise?" he blurted out. - -"A plain question and deserving an equally candid answer. To tell you -the truth then, my dear fellow, I had decided objections to making such -a hasty trip across to the Continent. Your preparations for my comfort -were overwhelming, and while I appreciated all you did I was obliged to -respectfully decline." - -"Well, my own eyes tell me you are here, but I'll take my oath I saw -one who looked enough like you to be your shadow sail out of Kingstown -harbor at three this morning on board the steam yacht _Galatea_. And -that was no hasheesh dream either, superinduced by Welsh rarebit or -opium. Now, who the devil went to Havre?" - -"A gentleman whose health needed the ocean voyage, and who believed he -could enjoy the society of the gay set on board. I have no doubt he -will be exceedingly grateful for all your trouble." - -Jerome looked at first as though he could bite a nail with -pleasure--Owen expected him to swear, but the other seldom gave way to -such vulgar exhibitions of temper. - -On the contrary he smiled, and his white teeth showing through his -carefully adjusted mustache gave Roderic the impression of a grinning -hyena. - -Still, the application hardly fitted such a case, for Jerome was -considered an extremely handsome and fascinating man, however much of a -human wolf he might be back of the scenes. - -"Owen, you have called the hand for the first round. It is on me, and -devilish hard. I could ill afford the cold cash I spent to hire that -boat. I sincerely trust your counterpart will choke upon the good -victuals I put aboard or else make himself so beastly drunk upon the -liquor that he will fall overboard in the bay of Biscay or somewhere -along the French coast." - -"Don't reproach me for doing just what you would have done had you been -in my shoes, and the plot been revealed to you, Wellington." - -The other brightened up a trifle. - -"You may be sure I would--but evidently you received a pretty strong -tip--who betrayed me?" - -He spoke carelessly, but there was a devilish gleam in his blazing -eyes that told the state of his feelings toward the unknown. - -Owen would sooner have cut his right hand off than betray the source of -his knowledge. - -"I have means of acquiring information that are unequalled outside of -Scotland Yard. For some time, Wellington, I had looked upon you as an -agreeable acquaintance. That time has gone by. You have stripped the -mask from your face, and I know you as a wolf preying upon society." - -"Sir!" - -"Oh! you needn't flare up and look ferocious. I say this to your teeth. -If you desire the satisfaction one gentleman demands from another I am -always at your service, whether it be with bare knuckles, a revolver or -the sword. I believe I am equally at home with all, and will take great -pleasure in puncturing your precious skin." - -"Well, you are devilish frank, to say the least," declared Jerome, -mastering his ugly mood, since he knew full well the disadvantage -falling to the man who gave way to passion. - -"I expect to be, since it is the only policy to use when dealing with -such men as you. I might warn my cousin against your attentions, but it -would be useless, since she has undoubtedly sized you up as an ordinary -adventurer long before I dreamed of it. However, my dear fellow, one -last word of warning before I quit your society. If you take it upon -yourself to _annoy_ Cleo--if she appeals to me for assistance I shall -camp on your trail until I finally '_get_' you, as they put it over in -my country." - -There was no boastful spirit in his manner, only a grim determination -that carried weight. - -Wellington, looking squarely into those calm orbs that held his own in -a species of thralldom knew he had the fight of his life before him. - -Perhaps he saw with prophetic vision, some dim inkling of his own -downfall--it is a long road that has no turn--success had visited him -many times in the past, but there was for him as for all adventurers, a -_dies irae_ and it might come through Roderic Owen. - -"I'll consider myself warned, Owen, and if trouble comes my blood be -upon my own head. The only remark I shall venture to make is, that as -yet I have never failed in any serious undertaking which engaged my -attention," he said, sneeringly. - -"Indeed. Then let us hope you are not very serious about this affair." - -"I have made a vow. By that I mean to win, or fall. Have you -breakfasted, Owen?" - -"Not yet. I shall order a chop and a cup of chocolate." - -"You won't join me then?" - -"Well, under the circumstances, as we are to be mortal enemies, I -hardly think it would be wise. I have some of the Arab's feeling about -breaking bread or eating salt with an enemy." - -"I would give something to know who betrayed my little game." - -"Don't worry about it--my means are such that in order to learn what I -wish I am not compelled to make traitors of those you trust." - -"And the man on the yacht?" - -"Oh! Darby is all right--you can depend upon it he will enjoy himself -to the limit. If you read of a man breaking the bank at Monte Carlo -presently, make up your mind it was Darby, and that your noble -generosity is mainly responsible for his presence in that notable -place." - -Jerome scowled and muttered something. - -"Perhaps it is as well you have decided to have your breakfast in -another quarter. Somehow you have the knack of bruising me most -savagely, and no doubt we should be at each other's throat like a -couple of dogs, ere we finished. I wish to tell you distinctly that if -you imagine you can frighten me off by such heroics you are chasing a -mirage, a _fata morgana_ as the deep sea sailors term it. I am not that -kind of a man, and you will find that I sink or swim by my record." - -Roderic did not care to bandy further words with the Adonis. - -Deeds must tell the story as to which of them should win in the long -run, and Owen preferred such a course. - -It chanced that M'lle Cleo and her companion entered the room about -this time, and joining them Roderic had his chop in merry company. - -The daughter of ten millions looked fresh and full of life. As he -chatted with her across the table Owen was wondering why she had never -mated. - -"It's the confounded dazzle of her money," he decided finally; "she has -educated herself to believe no one can ever love _her_, but that the -fortune draws them. By Jove! She should hide herself under an _incog._ -and thus discover a lover who will worship her for her own dear self. -I warrant there are many good fellows who would gladly go through fire -and flood for her sake, if they knew her only as a stenographer or -schoolmam." - -Which line of reasoning did Roderic credit. - -That same fortune had something to do with his own feelings in the -matter, as it must with every honorable man. - -"When do you leave Dublin?" asked his cousin, endeavoring to appear -careless. - -"I shall cross to Liverpool to-morrow and take the White Star steamer -for New York--unless something occurs to change my plans." - -"Then you are compelled to go to New York?" - -"Only as a means of reaching my ultimate destination." - -"Which is----" - -He lowered his voice. - -"Porto Rico." - -"But, the danger--that is a Spanish stronghold, and we are at war with -Spain." - -"Already troops are ordered to land there--perhaps General Miles is on -the way. With the fall of Santiago our efforts are to be concentrated -about San Juan. A portion of the work falls upon my shoulders--that is -all. Besides, I naturally want to be in at the death, as do all ardent -fox hunters in the chase." - -"I wish, cousin, you would give up so dangerous a calling. Surely you -are as well fitted for other pursuits in which your life would not be -at stake." - -There was real concern in her voice, and Roderic found his heart -touched. - -"I have been seriously considering that same matter myself, and -concluded to make a change after the war is over." - -"Why wait until then?" - -"For many reasons. In the first place Western men have a saying that -it is bad policy to change horses while crossing a stream. It is also -a poor piece of business to desert your country while she has need of -your services." - -"Enough. I know that your motives are honorable. But about this trip -across to the Antilles--I could tell you of a quicker way of reaching -the shore of Porto Rico, that is, should you consider it worth your -while to accept," with a tinge of color in her cheeks, and a sparkle to -her blue eyes. - -"Indeed, I should like to hear of it. Time may be a factor in my game." - -"I made a purchase in England--you know I am something of a yachtsman -in my way, and the temptation was great." - -"You purchased a yacht?" - -"A steam yacht." - -"Lucky mortal to be able to do such a thing with as little concern as I -would buy a cravat." - -"She is a beauty, Roderic." - -"Don't doubt it in the least, else you would never have fancied her." - -"She is called the Dreadnaught." - -"Phew! a genuine English name. Of course you will change it to the -Mayflower or Pilgrim or some strictly Yankee cognomen?" - -"At present I must decline to do so, as she sails with an English crew -and under the flag of Great Britain." - -Owen looked puzzled, and then smiled. - -"Oh! I see, a _ruse de guerre_. Very good, indeed. The Dreadnaught she -shall remain as long as our war with Spain continues. Well, are you off -for a delightful voyage along the Mediterranean, or perhaps, seeing it -is summer, to the North Cape, the Land of the Midnight Sun. Jove! at -another time I might be tempted to join you--that is providing I were -invited." - -"I extend a most pressing invitation and expect you to accept and be -our _compagnon de voyage_." - -"Alas! my duty lies amid sterner scenes." - -"In ten days you can be landed on the shore of Porto Rico." - -He eyed her in surprise. - -"Is your voyage a westerly one?" - -"We are intending to see something of the war, that is all." - -Perhaps uncertain but nevertheless alarming visions were conjured up in -his mind. - -"I am sorry to hear you say so. The conditions existing on those -unhappy islands are terrible. Besides, an attractive woman would run -risks among the lawless elements at large that I should grieve to see -you exposed to." - -She laughed, but at the same time his solicitude did not appear -unwelcome in the least. - -"Foolish boy, you don't suppose, I hope, that I have any Quixotic -notion of parading across the island carrying the star spangled banner -wrapped around me. My object is of a different character. For once in -my life I am to play the Lady Bountiful. Cuba has been looked after -as well as the conditions allow. I am informed there is also much -suffering in Porto Rico. I have had my yacht stocked with provisions -and medical stores, and shall relieve honest distress wherever I find -it, no matter under what flag." - -"God bless you, Cousin Cleo. You will find plenty of it there. The -Spaniards have tightened the mailed hand of late, and Porto Rico groans -under the scourge. Soon freedom's blessings will be their heritage. -Every man whose smallest act brings such a consummation to pass, should -feel proud of the fact. Where is this boat of yours, cousin?" - -"Entering Dublin bay this morning." - -"And when will you leave old Erin?" - -"When you give the word." - -It confused him a little to realize how much she deferred to his -judgment. - -"Pardon me--will there be other passengers?" - -"None." - -"Then I will accept"--he had desired to make sure Jerome's hateful -presence might not bring about a duel during the voyage. - -"We will call it settled. An hour's notice will find us aboard, bag and -baggage. Govern your own actions as your duty demands." - -"This is awfully kind of you Cousin Cleo." - -"The obligation is on your part, to put up with our dull society for -ten days." - -"You hurt me when you speak that way. It will surely be one of the most -pleasant episodes of my life. I am smiling to think that after most -positively declining one yacht voyage last night I have so readily -accepted another." - -"Some one else asked you to go to Porto Rico?" - -"Well, no, I rather imagine the intention was for me to bring up in a -hotter country than the Antilles. The trip contemplated a voyage to -Havre and then across country to the later Monaco, the gambling palace -of Monte Carlo." - -"Oh! I am glad you refused to go." - -"So am I. But the invitation was very pressing. However, rather than -disappoint the gentleman I sent my representative to receive the -honors." - -"It was a _gentleman_ who asked you then?" - -His eyes opened with surprise. - -"Certainly--that is he did not really ask me, you see, but arranged a -neat little affair whereby I was to be a guest of honor." - -"How stupid of me, to be sure, I begin to see now that you are -speaking of a business engagement, not a social matter. And will your -substitute serve as well as if you had gone?" - -"Just as well, until they learn that it is not Roderic Owen they are -entertaining with so lavish a hand, but plain Joel Darby. Then I -imagine there will be an explosion of some sort and her ladyship will -show temper." - -"Her ladyship--then there is a woman involved?" - -"It is true. I see, cousin, that having put my foot in it thus far I -would do well to tell you the whole story." - -"I should be pleased to act as Father Confessor," was the quick -response. - -They were alone at the table, Miss Becky having gone across the room to -chat with a congenial spirit whose acquaintance she had made. - -So Roderic told his little story as tersely as he could, and in his -cousin he found an interested auditor. - -"Well, what do you think of it?" he asked when the finis had been -reached. - -"It is very dreadful." - -"Surely I came out all right, cousin." - -"But--suppose you had not--you would have been hypnotized by the -adventuress, and that must have been the end of you. Oh! I know the -species and all their wiles, having made a study of them." - -"Does that sweeping deduction include the male bipeds of the adventurer -order also?" - -"Why not?" - -"Because I might offend if I told you the name of the man who planned -my exodus." - -"Oh! I have already guessed it was the Adonis." - -"Yes, Jerome Wellington. I am glad you know him in his true light. He -has made a vow." - -"I'll wager it concerns my wretched millions." - -"Just so--he longs to handle them." - -"He will be a smarter man than he is now when that happens. But one -thing puzzles me?" - -"Now it is coming," thought Roderic, though aloud he said cheerily, -"What might that be?" - -"You received your warning from a nun." - -"I was a fool to mention the fact," thought Owen, with one of these -wonderful after inspirations that closes the door when the horse is -stolen. - -"Yes, from one who was dressed in the somber garb of a cloister," he -replied. - -"You evidently do not believe she was what she outwardly appeared?" - -"You are a modern Portia, cousin," he laughed. - -"Of course, a prisoner at the bar is not pledged to commit himself. If -I am over bold forgive me and make no reply. But, you know, a woman's -curiosity is proverbial." - -"I shall answer frankly--she was no member of the Order of the Holy -Grail--the garb was assumed to conceal her identity." - -"From Jerome--from you?" - -"Both, I presume." - -"You recognized her face?" - -"I did not see that--it was her voice. Even then I was in a maze until -she had gone." - -"Was it a _very_ melodious voice, Roderic." - -"The sweetest--well, yes, a voice full of melody," he replied, with -evident confusion that did not escape Cleo's quick gaze. - -"Ah! you have heard her sing?" - -"Dozens of times--like a nightingale," he felt forced to confess. - -"This was--where?" - -"In San Juan, Porto Rico, two years back. I have not looked on her face -since I fled those shores." - -"Ah!" and that one word expressed keen disappointment, for Cleo read -the story of his lost love in his face. - - - - -CHAPTER IV. - -MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE. - - -"Would it be presumptuous if I asked to know her name, Roderic--this -girl of San Juan who risked so much to save your reputation if not your -life? I feel under obligations to her, for your name is very dear to -those who know you--those bound to you by ties of consanguinity." - -"She comes of Spanish descent, but her heart is now only wrapped up in -the future of the lovely gem of the Antilles. Her name is Georgia Inez -de Brabant." - -Perhaps his manner gave evidence that she was treading on dangerous -ground. - -"Thank you. Perhaps some day fortune may bring us together. I shall try -to love her, Roderic, because you call her your _friend_!" - -Then she branched off upon the subject of the cruise, to which she -seemed to look forward with almost childish delight. - -It is not every one to whom is given the proud fortune to own a modern -steam yacht, and this daughter of Eve could be forgiven a fair amount -of exhilaration under the circumstances. - -Perhaps, truth to tell, the prospect of ten days basking in the company -of her athletic cousin had something to do with her light spirits. - -Owen's time was not wholly his own, so that he was soon forced to sally -forth upon the streets of the Irish metropolis. - -When Cleo was alone she hastened to her luxurious apartments and -searching the inmost recesses of an inlaid traveling writing desk which -had been taken from a capacious trunk, she soon pounced upon a small -photograph. - -It was wretchedly done by a tyro in Ponce, but even boorish work could -not entirely conceal the fact that the face was that of a most lovely -dark-eyed houri. - -Cleo looked eagerly at it. - -"I have had this now two years. Roderic dropped it in the garden, and -I hid it away for a joke and then forgot to speak of it. This is the -picture of a daughter of Porto Rico--is it the same who is now in -Dublin, who last night at the peril of her name warned him of evil? I -have reason to believe such to be the truth, for unless I am greatly -mistaken I saw this same beauty coming out of St. Patrick's cathedral -yesterday morning, when a gust of wind blew her veil aside. In this -land where Irish gray or blue eyes abound I was immediately attracted -by such a beautiful pair of melting dusky orbs. - -"Heigho! this is Roderic's fate no doubt. Heaven grant that he may -be happy whate'er betide, for he deserves it. I would give all my -miserable millions for his heart's love, but it can not be. There is a -startling story of the past connected with this girl, I am sure. Why -did they separate--does she love him still? Well, perhaps the future -may tell." - -She put the photograph slowly back in the lodging place where it had so -long rested securely. Even great riches had not the power to bring this -young woman unalloyed happiness, for the one treasure she would have -valued above all other earthly possessions seemed denied her by a cruel -fate. - -It were hardly fair that all the joys of earth were handed over to the -disposal of one mortal. - -While she rolled in wealth beyond Aladdin's dreams and sighed for -true love, many who were blessed in this regard struggled for a daily -pittance and groaned because their heart's devotion could not come -between the object of their worship and cruel Want. - -Truly, this is a queer old world, and at times it seems unequally -divided; but occasionally there is a shaking up all around that evens -things up somewhat. - -Possessed of a sudden notion Cleo dressed for the street. - -When she went out it was with a laughing remark to Miss Becky, whom she -intercepted upon the broad carpeted main stairway, to the effect that a -number of little shopping duties had to be looked after. - -However, M'lle Cleo's ideas of the shopping district must have become -a little mixed, for she sauntered in the direction of that quaint mass -of stone and glass with its spire and numerous minarets known as St. -Patrick's Cathedral. - -She looked through the iron fence at the flat slabs and few monuments -commemorating illustrious Irish dead, she studied the architecture of -the historic building, and cast many a curious glance at those who -passed in to late mass or came out from the interior. - -Her object seemed doomed to disappointment, for the face she sought was -not seen. - -Once she eyed a lady closely veiled, who came out in company with a -military looking gentleman sporting a shaggy head of gray hair _à la_ -Mark Twain, also a ferocious mustache waxed at the ends and giving the -wearer the fierce appearance of King Humbert. - -As the couple passed Cleo she chanced to hear the lady make a casual -remark, and two things struck the listener as singular. - -First it was pure Spanish she heard. - -Second, her voice was so very melodious it seemed to conjure up visions -of rippling water, warbling birds and all those things of which poets -love to rave. - -Cleo remembered--could she ever forget the pain that shot through her -heart at the time--how Roderic had grown suddenly enthusiastic when he -declared the voice of Senorita de Brabant as musical as the notes of a -nightingale--she had doubtless sung for him many times those passionate -serenades and love songs for which dark eyed daughters of old Spain -have ever been famous. - -Cleo could imagine how those wonderful black orbs glowed with love's -sacred fire when _he_ sat near, upon a soft divan, or bent over the -gurgling fountain's basin. - -She felt sick at heart, but such a nature never reveals the pain that -rankles within. - -Though suffering tortures such girls will laugh and seem as merry as -the lightest hearted among their comrades. - -After that came the shopping, and yet Cleo was annoyed to find herself -listening to every voice upon the street and in the stores. - -Surely there could not be another in all Dublin that so fully filled -the brief but graphic description Roderic had given of a woman's tones -sounding like the soft gurgling of water over the mossy stones in the -primeval forest. - -"I wonder under what conditions we will meet, for something tells me -this is bound to occur. And shall I too be drawn to her because he has -given his heart? Will she love him--love my old play fellow Roderic -as--as I could do, have done these many years? Perhaps, but I doubt -it, doubt whether these hot blooded girls of the tropic isles can love -so truly that they will sacrifice even their own happiness in order -that _his_ life may be filled with sunshine. Still, God forgive me for -judging her harshly. I have other things--his love may be all in all -to her. Come what will I shall do what is right and loyal and true as -becomes a daughter of Virginia. But oh! it is hard to give him up, my -hope, my boy lover, my Roderic. Now I am done!" - -Having thus grimly dismissed the matter from her mind for the present -the young lady proceeded to carry out her designs. - -Numerous things were on her list to be added to the abundant stores -aboard the yacht, and it would probably puzzle the honest steward, she -imagined, to know what to do with the last arrivals. - -"If I remained in Dublin three days more I am sure we would be swamped -in the bay made celebrated by song and story, or else be compelled to -charter a companion boat to share our cargo--there are so many things I -see that could be made useful among the wretched people just escaping -from Spanish rule, and these Irish storekeepers one and all, must have -had an intimate acquaintance with the Blarney stone, they have such -engaging ways and a burning desire to accumulate Uncle Sam's coin. This -is an era of good feeling--of hands across the sea--Brother John and -Brother Jonathan, and they all want to be in it as deep as possible. -However, I think I am actually done. It would be impossible to accept -all they offer." - -So the purchasing agency went reluctantly out of commission. - -Even the owner of millions must draw the line somewhere. - -Roderic was not to be seen at luncheon, although Cleo purposely -lingered over the meal, hoping he would turn up. - -Jerome was there, handsome as ever, and apparently much sought after by -a designing lady mother from Chicago who possessed two plain girls of a -marriageable age. - -No doubt they believed him a marquis, or at the very least connected -with some noble family anxious to make a "connection" with pork. - -These things happen frequently, and there really seems no remedy--the -market is there and the goods offered for sale. Occasionally a genuine -love match occurs which redounds to the credit of Old England and Young -America; but for the most part they are cut and dried affairs entered -into for position on one side and gold on the other. Such unions are -beneath contempt. - -Jerome bowed and smiled in his usual affable manner, and Cleo answered -him just as though she had not been informed of his dark schemes. - -This matter of fact young woman had traveled far and wide--she had -rubbed up against all manner of people, and long since ceased to be -excessively surprised at anything. - -Wellington was simply carrying out the business for which nature had -endowed him. - -There were many people gifted with more money than brains--the reverse -was true in his case, and he amused himself by endeavoring to bring -about a more evenly balanced condition of affairs, to his pecuniary -advantage, of course. - -Cleo could even find something to admire about his bold piratical way -of living by his wits--at least he had more of the man about him than -most of the petted darlings of society on both sides of the Atlantic -who fawned upon her in a sickly sentimental way from precisely the same -sinister motives that influenced Wellington's bold attacks. - -Let these parvenu mammas with daughters to sell pay the penalty for -their sin. - -As the day wore on and she saw nothing of Roderic she began to feel a -little worried. - -Could harm have befallen him? - -She knew the unscrupulous character of those elements which he usually -pitted his powers against. - -Perhaps Wellington, that suave deluder, not one whit discouraged by his -first failure, had promptly opened his secondary batteries. - -Still, it seemed almost ridiculous to believe harm could have befallen -a sensible man like Roderic in the open streets of Dublin while the sun -was shining. - -Had it been Algiers, Constantinople, Pekin or some city of mysterious -India, the case would have appeared far more serious, for uncanny -things are liable to occur in such Oriental marts at any hour of the -day or night. - -As evening drew on apace she found herself watching the doorway beyond -which lay the calm square known as St. Stephens' Green. - -Her captain had come ashore for a comparison of ideas, and was still -with her, since Cleo desired him to meet her cousin. - -They would see much of each other during the voyage, and she -particularly desired to bring about the meeting of two congenial souls. - -Dinner passed. - -Still no Roderic. - -She confided her fears in part to the captain. - -The worthy seadog was able to wrestle with any perplexing problem that -might assail them afloat, but when it came to mastering the wiles apt -to beset a man's path ashore he confessed his ignorance. - -Nothing could be done--they must wait till a sign of some kind was -given. - -That was the exasperating part, for Cleo was naturally a girl of -decided action. - -An hour crept by since dinner--two of them, and it was now drawing near -ten o'clock. - -No one entered the door but that Cleo's eyes were instantly upon them, -and disappointment had as yet been the only result. - -She endeavored to be her own lively self but it required a great effort. - -Roderic might be in danger, but somehow she was possessed of the -idea that it was more from a pair of midnight eyes than a murderous -stiletto, for Cleo could not forget the face she had seen, the lovely -original of her photograph, who was even now in Dublin. - -Was her power of enchantment over Roderic still unbroken--could she -draw him to her even after an absence of two years--had the bar that -separated them been cast aside? - -How these questions flashed before her eyes and seemed burned upon her -brain like coals of fire. She suffered intensely, but the bluff old sea -dog never knew it--indeed he believed her to be unusually brilliant, -her wit was so keen and her suggestions as to their coming voyage so -remarkably clever. - -She dreaded the thought of having to retire in this state of -uncertainty. - -The hour drew on--it neared eleven, and the ladies had wholly -disappeared. - -Then Cleo suddenly gave a sigh of relief, for her eager eyes had -discovered his well known figure entering the front door of the hotel. - -She noted instantly that he looked disturbed, and that his usually -natty appearance was lacking--and practical Cleo knew Roderic had been -through an adventure. Half rising as she beckoned to him, she awaited -his coming with breathless impatience. - - - - -CHAPTER V. - -RODERIC'S REPENTANCE. - - -Roderic had indeed been up against it good and hard since leaving his -cousin at the breakfast table. - -He had entered upon his duties of the day with a vim, desirous of -closing his accounts so that he might get away on the next morning, if -Cleo and her captain were willing. - -During the morning he was haunted by certain facts which bore heavily -upon the relations existing between present conditions and those that -prevailed two years back. - -The girl from Porto Rico occupied a prime place in all these -reflections. - -Every word that had been spoken by her on the preceding night came -again before his mental vision, and underwent a revised scrutiny. - -New solutions sprang up, for he was able to better understand certain -things that were uttered. - -Still there was much to puzzle him. - -How came she to know of Cleo, his cousin--true, in times past, when -paradise seemed opening to his feet--ah, what a fool's dream he had -indulged in--he must have frequently spoken of his cousin, for she was -often in his mind; but that would not account for her pertinent remarks -concerning Cleo's attachment for him. - -Was it jealousy prompted this? - -Roderic flushed with pleasure at the very thought of such a thing, -since the green-eyed monster can never lodge in a human heart unless -there still remains love to stir the depths. - -Then, somehow, he felt a strange shudder pass through his whole frame. - -Would it bring trouble of any kind to this loyal cousin, whose welfare -was certainly as dear to him as that of a sister? - -He knew much of these southern women--their virtues and frailties--and -realized what a serious thing it meant to be passionately loved by one -of them, and how ill they brooked rivalry. - -The love Georgia had given him was so entirely different from the pure, -unselfish devotion of which Cleo was capable--he knew this as well -as any one, and yet with his eyes open he had chosen the rush of the -hurricane to the calm, steady current of never changing regard. - -Love is a little god who will have his way despite reason and -philosophy. - -Once poor mortal falls under his sway and farewell to discernment--from -that time on Cupid sits in the balance, and weighs things to suit his -own capricious nature. - -Thus our good Roderic found himself worried with a variety of new -questions, such as it had not occurred to him before could ever come up -in connection with his affairs. - -They cropped up before him in his business and he found it utterly -impossible to get rid of them. What was on the heart must have a place -in the mind in spite of stern endeavors to banish his own private -affairs from the front. - -Thus the day wore on. - -Things worked fairly well. - -He sent some letters, and toward the close of the afternoon some -telegrams in cipher intended for those connected with the government at -Washington in whose special line he was working. - -Finally he pronounced his work done. - -Unless some late orders, which he did not look for, turned up to -intercept him, he was free to shake the dust of old Erin from his shoes -on the morrow. - -He anticipated the voyage to the West Indies with considerable -pleasure, for, as the veil of the future can not be raised by mortal -hands, how was he to know what strange happenings might occur before -the anchor was lifted, to change his relations to the owner of the -yacht? - -About sundown he visited a store on Lower Sackville street where he had -been receiving his mail. - -There was a message awaiting him. - -It came from Darby. - -How that remarkable man had managed to mail the letter was a puzzle to -Roderic, but no doubt he had prepared the envelope with a stamp and -found some means of getting it posted by bribing a sailor. - -Darby could accomplish anything under heaven when he made up his mind. - -The note was brief and epigrammatic, just as Darby's speech had always -been. Time was worth money to him, and he used very few words. - -"They got me as per agreement. We are on the way to Havre. Will touch -at coast of Cornwall for private reasons of captain. Mail this there if -possible. The French m'amselle aboard. Charming young woman. Think I -shall be pleasantly entertained, as she has a voice like a bird. Do not -pity me, comrade. I may go all the way to Monte Carlo. Who could refuse -such good fortune? More anon." - -That was all. - -Roderic laughed when he read it. - -"What a sly dog that Darby is--outwardly an iceberg, a glacier, he yet -possesses the capacity for adoring lovely woman. Perhaps he may yet be -wrecked upon the same reefs that have been the destruction of so many. -Alas! poor Yorick. But I am willing to wager that at least he extracts -some fun out of this game before he gives up the ghost." - -And now, dinner! - -The thought was delightful, since his appetite had become clamorous, -and besides there was great pleasure in the anticipation of some hours -in the society of his cousin. Cleo could chat so entertainingly of many -things he had seen, for both were great travelers. - -She had visited the frequented thoroughfares of ordinary travel. -Besides, she had gone from Europe to India via the overland Afghanistan -and Khyber Pass route, had looked upon the celebrated Vale of Cashmere, -wandered in Cathay, and was at home in Japan. - -It can be readily understood how much satisfaction Roderic found in -chatting with her on these subjects, for the fever of exploration -was growing upon him all the while--he yearned to delve amid the -wild places of earth seldom or never gazed upon by the eyes of -civilization--he had already ridden on elephants in Siam, mounted the -Peruvian Andes on a llama, explored the Himalayas with adventurous -officers, their only vehicle being drawn by yaks; and once Roderic had -scoured the desolate Kirghiz steppes on a tarantas drawn by shuffling -camels. - -Secretly he aspired to some day make his way to the Forbidden City of -Tibet, where the foot of a white man has never yet trodden, and whose -gorgeous wonders yet remain sealed books to the world--a city which the -bold traveler Harry Savage Landor recently endeavored to reach but was -forced to abandon the task as impossible. - -At present of course these things were hung up in abeyance, since his -beloved country was at war with Spain, and called upon her patriotic -sons to overwhelm the enemy, both in the field and under the guise of -diplomacy. - -The pursuit of his business had taken him far out from the central part -of the city and the river Liffey. - -From Donnybrook he had crossed to the region of Rathmines, where in an -interview with one whose word carried great weight among the Fenian -brotherhood, he learned that the mission of the Spanish schemers had -failed. - -This was a matter of great importance to those faithful statesmen at -Washington who labored to prevent any combination of European Powers -against Young America--it meant that the great coalition would pull -through and that poor Spain must take her drubbing. - -He had mounted to the upper deck of a tramcar and was on the way back -to the city, surveying with considerable interest the names of the many -villas, places and terraces, for every householder apparently desired -to mark his residence by some appropriate designation. - -From this state of beatitude, superinduced by the clear consciousness -of a day's work well done and the soothing effect of a good pipe, -Roderic was without the least warning precipitated into a condition of -tremendous excitement. - -He had just noted the old name on a rough stone gate post "Lucknow -Bungalow," and was wondering if some gallant retired officer who had -seen exciting days with Havelock, or later with gallant Roberts, might -live in cozy retirement here, surrounded by objects brought from the -far distant realm of Her Majesty the Empress of India, when some -magnetism seemed to draw his gaze toward the romantic house set back a -little from the road. - -Just at the same instant some one leaned out of an open window as if -to close a shutter, some one whose personality acted upon Roderic very -much as might a shock of electricity. - -Of course it was the girl from Porto Rico. - -That she saw him and recognized him Roderic realized instantly. - -It was another freak of Fate. - -When the three sisters who weave our destinies with distaff and loom, -conspire against a poor mortal, there is little use trying to dodge the -snare, since the loop falls over one's shoulders on the most unexpected -occasions, and usually without warning. - -Roderic yielded, rescue or no rescue, at once. - -He immediately arose from his place and made down the winding stairs -at the end of the car. The vehicle had been progressing meanwhile as -rapidly as two sturdy Irish horses could draw it along the rails, and -by the time the gentleman from across the Atlantic reached _terra -firma_ they were half a block away from the bungalow and its stone -posts. - -Roderic had not developed any plan of action--what he did was from -sheer impulse. - -The sight of her face had spurred him on--nor might this be set -down as the only instance where a woman's lovely countenance caused -unpremeditated action on the part of a usually conservative and well -balanced man. - -When he reached the distinguishing stone pillars upon which he read the -name of the villa, Roderic boldly turned in. - -Prudence might have dictated another course, for there was reason to -believe, as both Darby and himself had discovered, that the old Porto -Rican general, Georgia's uncle in fact, was allied with those who had -endeavored to work the grand scheme. - -Therefore, he would not be apt to look upon any Yankee, and -particularly Roderic Owen, with favor. - -General Porfidio to the contrary, the American strode past the sentinel -posts, up the box bordered walk and directly to the front door. - -This was his nature, bold to a fault, ready to walk directly up to the -cannon's mouth if duty but half demanded it. - -It was the Irish element in his blood, for where that strain goes -throughout the peoples of the wide world, it carries with it devotion -and gallantry. - -Before he could lay a hand upon the knocker, that represented a bronze -Hindoo god, the door softly opened. - -A young girl stood there. - -As he looked at her, framed in the opening, with the light of the -setting sun falling upon her wondrous face, Roderic held his very -breath, for he was again under the spell of her dusky eyes, that ever -wove a web of enchantment about him. - -Thus they stood, these two who had parted some years before--stood and -stared and said not a single word for more than a full minute. - -What they lived over in those sixty seconds of time God only knows. - -Perhaps there came up before them a vision of Paradise Lost--of sweet -scented flowers, flashing fountains, caroling birds--of a West Indian -garden where the God of Love reigned, where the soft tinkle of magic -mandolin accompanied songs of hottest devotion, where eyes looked into -eyes and drank to the fill of heaven's nectar, where vows of constancy -were fervently breathed and returned. Alas! how many times these same -maddening memories arise to haunt broken hearts, for human nature is -weak, and prone to wander afar after strange idols. - -Roderic recovered his voice, and while he still kept his eyes on her -glowing face he said, quietly: - -"You expected me--you knew I would come?" - -"I believed you would when I saw you look this way," she admitted; and -then added: "but I do not know why you are here, Senor Roderic." - -"Perhaps to thank you." - -"For what?" confused. - -"Your garb deceived me last night, but I knew the voice which you could -not wholly disguise. I wish to tell you how--" - -"Stop. I do not desire to hear your gratitude. It was a duty with me. -By chance I learned of the miserable plot. I could not bear to even see -an enemy so badly used, much less one whom I once delighted to call--my -friend." - -"Once--are we then no longer such?" - -"Senor, your welfare will always be regarded with interest by me," -coldly. - -"You have condemned me unheard," with a gesture of despair. - -"Not I, senor, but yourself. The choice lay before you, and you decided -to flee from San Juan--from Elysium. You were unjust--for once in your -life. You alone, senor, condemned, not I." - -"But--was there no reason--I beg of you, I implore, an answer?" - -"Senor, this is a house where danger lurks for you--a house where -plots are nightly considered against your people. It would be better -for you to go away lest some of these hot headed Spanish sympathizers -set eyes on you." - -"Let them go to the devil--what care I for all the Spaniards in -Christendom. I shall stay here just as long as I like--as long as you -allow me." - -"Ah! senor, but you did not always exhibit that same spirit--there was -_one_ Spaniard you feared worse than Satan does holy water." - -The spirit of coquetry ever lives in woman, and this girl could not -resist giving poor Owen a little thrust even while her heart was -wonderfully stirred by his presence. - -"Yes, Julio, the handsome bolero dancer, who had once been a famous -toreador in Spain. As I hope for salvation I believe you favored his -advances--you laughed at me when a denial was what I asked. Words -followed, for my part in which may Heaven forgive me, and we parted in -hot anger, we two who had been all in all to each other. Georgia, will -you answer that question _now_?" he asked, holding her eyes enthralled -by his eager gaze. - -She did not speak, only put out her hand and plucked him by the sleeve. - -It was only a gentle pull, but to Roderic Owen the power of a giant -steam engine could not exert greater force. - -She meant that he should enter that East Indian bower--she would answer -his passionate question--the doubts and fears that had haunted him lo, -these many moons were on the eve of being forever put to rest. - -Thus he followed her through the doorway and presently found -himself in a little parlor where walls and mantles were almost -covered with hundreds of strange mementoes of the land of Buddha and -Vishnu--grinning idols, miniature elephants, tiger skins, queer swords -and knives, and wonderful pieces of colored work fashioned by the -cunning handicraft of those natives of Bengal and Ceylon. - -Upon the floor were strewn very costly rugs from Dagestan and Persia. - -There was an air of romance hovering about the apartment--even the -peculiar Oriental odor that was so pronounced, seemed to be associated -with tender scenes. - -Roderic felt it, and a strange eagerness took possession of his heart. - -Was such happiness as he had never allowed himself to dream could dawn -upon him again about to become his guest? - -Having led him into this apartment, the girl drew back the Bagdad -curtains in order that more light from the westerly sun might enter, -after which she advanced slowly toward him. - -Her head was lowered, so that he knew not whether those wonderful orbs -were filled with love or contempt, and the uncertainty alarmed him. - -"You have surely not brought me in here to upbraid, Georgia--I cannot -believe that. It would have been enough had you desired me to go, to -have told me so outside, and while ready to ask forgiveness on my -knees, if you assured me I was quite in the wrong, I would have turned -away without one reproach, deserving all. I asked you the question -that has burned itself upon my brain ever since that hour when I flung -myself out of your presence so madly, and vowed never again to believe -in a woman's love. Was dashing Julio anything to you _then_--is he -_now_?" - -Then she threw back her proud head and looked him in the face--he was -answered even before she spoke a word. - -"One finger of your hand, Roderic Owen, yes, even its tip was of more -value to me in those days than a dozen bolero dancers with their -graceful movements and threadbare love phrases. Julio sued in vain--I -laughed him to scorn--I have not seen him from the hour you fled." - -Then a glad cry burst from his lips--he opened his arms and would -have seized upon her, believing that she had forgiven--that the old -conditions could be thus easily revived, since the barrier that had -separated them was swept aside. - -He had lowered his pride--he had humbly cried "_peccavi_--I have -sinned," and it was reasonable to believe that if she still cherished -the love she once bore him, this girl of the Antilles would fall into -his embrace to forgive and be forgiven. - -But instead she stepped back, eluding his grasp, and while panting with -emotion, said resolutely: - -"Stand back, Senor Roderic--touch me not I command you!" - - - - -CHAPTER VI. - -ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE. - - -While Owen had doubtless encountered many rude shocks during his -adventurous life he never had such a staggering blow dealt him as when -this beauty from the Antilles so peremptorily ordered him to approach -no nearer. - -Unconsciously he obeyed, and yet seemed amazed at himself for not -crushing her form in his embrace as he had done in times gone by when -the whole realm of earth had been centered in her beloved presence. - -Had she then ceased to love him--true, he had been cruel in his -judgment, but since on his part time had effected no apparent cure, -could it be possible that she despised where once she adored? - -He searched for an answer, nor did he have to look long. - -Under his troubled gaze burning blushes swept over her face and -neck--she trembled with the intensity of her emotions, her breath came -in quick, spasmodic gasps, and she looked like a beautiful fluttering -bird facing its fate. - -Love still reigned in her heart where he had once been king. - -Then why this strange action--while yet loving did she mean to -sacrifice this man who to her had been a god, however gross his -material may have appeared to other eyes? - -Was resentment, the desire to avenge her wrongs paramount to love? - -While the ways of womankind were not wholly a sealed book to Owen, he -had always frankly confessed himself unable to understand them. Yes, he -had even drilled himself into the habit of being surprised at nothing -the sex might do, either noble or otherwise--they were full of the -unexpected to him. - -"You say stand back--see, I obey you. Tell me to go, and I leave your -presence forever. And yet I am wretchedly sorry and would do all in my -power to wipe out the past, to make you believe in me as once you did. -Is there any such way--shall I have a chance, Georgia?" - -He knew the power of his voice over her--he could see her bosom heave -with the intensity of her feelings. - -Still she did not yield--this daughter of the Antilles was made of -sterner stuff than to be swept along by every passing breeze like the -fallen leaves of autumn. - -"Perhaps," she replied, slowly. - -"You would impose conditions--well, it is only right and fair. Let them -be what they will I am ready to undertake them. The harder the better, -since by that means I can prove the strength of my love, the bitterness -with which I regard my conduct of the past." - -"I said perhaps. Have you forgotten what I declared last night?" and -her eyes dropped in confusion. - -"You warned me--you saved me from a complication that was intended to -injure me with my employers, with those whose respect I held dear. You -risked much to warn me, and it was the thought of this that renewed my -courage, my hope." - -"It was something else--something of a more personal nature." - -Then her meaning flashed upon him. - -"You refer to Cousin Cleo--ah! what you said cannot be true--her -regard for me is warm and cousinly, as mine is for her, but that is -all." - -"And if it were true--if she did love you--devotedly with all her heart -and soul, Senor Roderic?" - -"It would make no difference. I should deplore such an unfortunate -occurrence deeply, on her account, for she is a noble woman in a -million. But it would be utterly impossible for me to love another as I -have you, Georgia." - -And he believed what he said, showing that he was sincere, at any rate. - -His words made her eyes glisten with delight, for who does not yearn to -hear such phrases falling from the lips of an adored one. - -"You solemnly swear that is true?" she asked, willing to believe, yet -filled with womanly doubts. - -"By everything sacred, by the memory of that happy past which my -wretched jealousy slaughtered, by the grave of my revered mother I -swear that I love and have loved no woman on earth but one, and she is -before me." - -"Then you shall hear the condition upon which you may wipe out the -past--upon which I shall again believe in you with all my heart and -soul, and forget the cruel wrong you did me." - -"Name it, for Heaven's sake, Georgia. You shall see that I am in deadly -earnest--that I abhor myself for the miserable way in which I fled from -happiness and you. Yes, though it take me to the ends of the world, -I shall go, proud to convince you that as once before I am above all -others your _preux chevalier_. What would you have me do--all I ask is -that it may not be to the prejudice of my beloved country for which I -have sworn to stand to the death against all her foreign foes." - -"Find Leon for me!" - -It was a marvelously strange request and quite enough to stagger the -man of whom the imperious demand was made. - -"Find Leon"--the lover must set out on a quest for another man--who -was Leon, what relation did he bear the belle of San Juan, and where -had he become lost since he needed a voyage of discovery made in his -behalf--Jason, starting with his bold Argonauts in search of the Golden -Fleece might not have had half the trouble that would come of looking -for a lost man in the world wilderness of to-day, since traveling -facilities were limited in those times, whereas one may now readily -fling thousands of leagues behind him in a fortnight. - -"Find Leon--for me!" - -Evidently Leon was of considerable importance to the speaker--her voice -seemed to dwell upon the sound with much tenderness. - -But Roderic did not appear to be amazed on account of the name--it was -something else that gave him cause for astonishment. - -"Senorita, I declared my readiness to go to the ends of the earth to -serve you, but now you ask me to seek the shades beyond, the world of -spirits. How then could I claim the reward even if success attended my -endeavor?" - -"No, no, not that--you do not understand--it is Leon, my brother you -are to find," breathlessly. - -"Exactly, and as he is dead it would necessitate my becoming a -disembodied spirit--" - -"Ah! yes, but he is not dead." - -"Pardon, you told me so many times, and I mourned with you on account -of your loss." - -"It was all a terrible mistake." - -"And Leon is not dead?" - -"At least he was alive three months ago. Oh! you do not know, you -cannot understand the great joy with which I but recently learned how -we had all been deceived." - -Her face glowed with enthusiasm. - -Every atom of his old mad idolatry seemed resurrected, and Roderic was -almost ready to bend down in order to kiss the hem of her garment, he -felt so abased on account of the wrong his hasty action had brought -upon her. - -"Where am I to search?" he asked, eagerly, as though ready to start on -the jump. - -"He is in Porto Rico." - -"Good. That is where I am going to-morrow." - -"And whither we also expect to bring up as soon as steam can take us." - -"Tell me what you know of him, this brother who was dead, yet lives. -How shall I know him?" - -"Ah! you would recognize him, Senor Roderic, did you but meet on the -ocean as castaways, or in the midst of the Great Sahara." - -"Then he looks like you?" - -"They have always said it." - -"That is enough--I shall remember always." - -"And you undertake the mission?" eagerly. - -His eyes met her glowing orbs. - -"You have yourself named the condition, Georgia. If I find this brother -you will forgive me the cruel past--you promise to love me again?" - -"Ah, senor, I have never been able to crush that love from my -heart--it is as strong there to-day as when we pledged our lives to -happiness. Stay, do not misunderstand me," as he made a movement toward -her, "until you have done something to atone for your desertion, Senor -Roderic, we may not resume those relations." - -"And should fate baffle my search--should Leon be actually dead, do I -lose all, sweetheart--will you throw my love away like an old glove?" - -"I could not, for your love is life to me. I have hoped through these -gloomy years, hoped you might learn how cruel, how unjust you had been, -and return to me. If you search with all your heart, that will answer -my demands." - -"How eagerly I shall try let Heaven be my witness. During the long -and dreary months since last I saw you, dear girl, I have lived ages. -Many times rebellion arose within my heart, fermented by the love that -lingered there, and could only be put down with an iron hand. Now I -shall hope to make such poor amends as lie in my power for the wretched -mistakes of that dreadful past. But tell what you know of Leon--why has -he been dead to you so long, and what reason have you to believe he -still lives and is in Porto Rico?" - -"You think it strange--it is right to look at it in that way. I myself -sometimes doubt whether I am awake, it all seems so marvelous, so -startling. - -"Leon was my only brother--I have told you before how we once loved -each other, and even described how he was drawn to join the brave -Cubans under Gomez when they rebelled against the mother country. - -"In one of the first fights that occurred Leon was taken prisoner, and -carried to Havana where he was secretly confined in Morro Castle. - -"Suddenly we heard that he had been taken out under the castle walls -with seven other wretched patriots and shot to death. - -"That was about the time I met you, senor, and my aching heart found -solace in your devoted love. Then came the period of our happiness and -the shock of your desertion. - -"Days, months, yes years have since passed. Then, as though the dark -clouds would roll away together, I again saw your blessed face, and at -the same time heard a wonderful story that Leon was alive--that he had -been saved by the daughter of the officer in command of Morro Castle, -who had fallen in love with his handsome face." - -"That is not so wonderful, senorita, since you tell me he resembles -_you_." - -"Ah! flatterer; but you shall hear all, though the time is not -appropriate. Strange things happen in Havana--in all Spanish speaking -countries--romance has a home there, and plays a part you colder -Anglo-Saxons hardly understand." - -"You forget I have lived there myself--that I speak Spanish, and by -direct association discovered the good qualities of these people who -are almost enigmas to the common run of Americans. I believe in giving -the devil his due. Yes, you cannot surprise me very much. I too have -seen many remarkable dramas played under the crimson and gold banner of -Spain." - -"This daughter of the governor saved Leon. She bribed the prison doctor -who pronounced my brother dead while in reality he only lay in a stupor -caused by a subtle drug. - -"He was carried from the prison in a coffin and buried just as the sun -went down. - -"Then darkness came as the grave diggers turned back to the fort. - -"Hardly were they out of sight than from a chaparral where she had -remained hidden sprang the governor's daughter, may the saints protect -her as an angel of mercy. - -"At her side was a faithful negro, and while the fire-flies spangled -the darkness around, this man flung back the newly set earth. - -"When Leon had been snatched from the rude pine box intended for his -coffin this was again buried in the ground. - -"They carried the boy to the negro's cabin and there he was tenderly -nursed through a long and weary sickness. - -"There he lay while I mourned as only a loving, stricken sister could; -for we believed the published account of his death before the guns of -the avenging Spanish executioners. - -"It was six months before he was well, and during that time he had -become so mixed up in the great game of independence that he dared not -let me know even of his existence--besides, he feared lest a breath of -suspicion should be cast upon the girl who had risked all this for his -sake, and whom he loved with heart and soul. - -"Thus time passed on and under another name he fought with Gomez and -Garcia--wherever the flag of Cuba waved in battle he was there, ready -to lead the charge and die if need be for the cause in which he had -enlisted. - -"When your troops were first put ashore near Santiago and attacked by -the Spaniards, it was Leon, now a captain in the Cuban army, who saved -them from annihilation. - -"The time had apparently come when he felt at liberty to send me a -message, and this he did through one of the Americans. It is too long a -story to tell how he accomplished it, nor does it matter. - -"He also sent word, believing me to be still in Porto Rico, still in -dear old San Juan, that he expected to be there sometime in the latter -part of July or early in August and I must keep on the lookout for him. - -"Between us, Senor Roderic, we must find Leon! If he comes to me I -shall count it the same as though you had won your case, since the -desire to do this service for me is there." - -"Ah! you are forgiving--you are an angel, dearest girl. No matter, I -shall never excuse myself for my unfounded suspicions." - -"You no longer believe in them?" - -"I have not this long time back. Reason was fast driving me to again -visit San Juan and discover how deeply I had wronged you." - -"Would you have done that?" - -"I swear that such a thought, amounting almost to a resolution, was in -my mind, when I learned fortune was again sending me to San Juan." - -She showed the pleasure that was rioting in her heart--the -reconciliation seemed drawing very near. - -"And you leave--to-morrow, senor?" - -"Yes, the sooner I get away from Dublin the better for all purposes. -I have discovered that the mission of those who sought aid here has -been balked. Just now the sentiment of the Irish toward England seems -softened, and it looks as though by means of kindness and justice, the -wrongs of the past may be washed out. We who love the best interests of -this green isle hope for great things." - -"You go to New York, that great city of which you so often spoke, but -which I have never yet seen?" - -"No, direct to Porto Rico." - -"Indeed. I did not know there were any regular vessels going to Spanish -ports in the West Indies." - -"This is a special trip." - -"Ah! I begin to see. We too, leave to-morrow. Can it be possible you -have taken passage on the same boat, the Sterling Castle, a fleet -blockade runner?" - -Eagerness was written on her lovely face. - -Roderic could almost wish he had been lucky enough to have done so, -believing that it must have proven a happy voyage for them. - -He failed to take into account the elements that would naturally be -in charge of such a vessel, and the strong probability that his form -must grace a yard arm as an American spy, ere the voyage had been half -completed. - -"I am sorry to say that opportunity is denied me. My cousin owns a -steam yacht, which she has loaded with stores and medicines to be taken -to Porto Rico, which island she believes has been quite forgotten by -Miss Barton and her Red Cross movement. I shall be a passenger on -board, and be secretly put ashore to fulfill my work." - -A sudden change came over the girl's face--there was a drop of fifty -degrees in temperature. A smiling summer sky had been blotted out by -a rude wintry blizzard--the smile gave way to a look of pain, almost -a frown. These passion flowers of the south know little of the art -that consists in concealing the emotions--honest love or hate flashes -quickly upon the countenance, for they brook no rivals. - -"Your cousin--Miss Fairfax of Virginia, the daughter of a fortune, who -is ready to cast all she owns at your feet--and you are to sail with -her--you will be in her company ten days, two weeks perhaps. Santa -Maria! then you will forget me, forget everything but her blue eyes -that look like the Porto Rico skies at sunset." - -It was almost a piteous wail to which she gave vent, and Roderic, his -heart touched, realizing that the chance for which he yearned had come, -sprang forward and threw an arm around the girl. - -She had repulsed him before, but with a fierce jealousy raging in her -heart she was no longer capable of such heroics. - -So she yielded herself a willing captive to his embraces--her heart had -ever been true, why should she not enjoy a fleeting spell of bliss? - -Looking down into her confused face upon which his kisses were yet -warm, he said, with a quiet assurance that did much to convince her: - -"Sweetheart, I have known Cleo all my life. I love her as a sister, for -she is a noble woman; but I never have given and never could give her -an iota of the idolatrous passion that has filled my heart for you. -You have believed me before--trust me now. I live only in the hope of -wiping out my shameful action of the past, and of winning you for my -own. Are you satisfied?" - -"But she cares for you, Roderic; your fair cousin!" - -"You declare so--I can hardly believe it." - -"But I know it--she would make a far better wife for you than might a -poor daughter of Porto Rico," weakly, almost piteously. - -"I am the judge of that, and I would snatch you to my heart against all -the world." - -"She has great wealth," watching him yearningly. - -"I love only _you_, my darling." - -"She is cultivated, refined, as you say a noble woman, while I am poor, -with only my face and a worshiping heart to bring you." - -"But I adore _you_--life without you would be a dreary waste," he -steadfastly declared. - -His simple argument convinced even the little skeptic. - -"Then God's will be done--I am yours again when you have fulfilled -your penance, Senor Roderic." - -Just as he was about to ratify the treaty with a lover's kiss there -was a tremendous bellow, as if some mad bull had broken loose from -confinement, and into the half darkened apartment came the tall figure -of General Porfidio, her guardian. - - - - -CHAPTER VII. - -THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW. - - -Surrounded by a thousand mementoes of India as he was, in this quaint -bungalow on the Rathmines road, Roderic Owen might well have been -pardoned had he allowed imagination to have full sway, and looked for -some offended satellite of great Buddha to appear with the advent of -that bull-like roar. - -But it chanced that he knew the sound of old, since the general and -himself had many times enjoyed each other's society in San Juan when -Cupid ruled the camp. - -He was not particularly anxious to meet the Porto Rican officer just -yet, but being a man who never showed the white feather when face to -face with trouble, he wheeled to confront the hurricane just entering. - -General Porfidio was a big man, and having a bushy head of white hair -his appearance was unusually ferocious, nor did his fierce military -mustache and his shaggy eyebrows serve to temper the naturally -bellicose looks which a provident Nature had bestowed upon him. - -The roar with which he usually spoke accorded well with his whole -disposition. - -And yet Roderic had seen this terrible man of war become as meek as a -little lamb under the thumb of a pretty girl's hand--Georgia knew how -to pull his heart strings and bring him to his knees. - -He evidently entered the room in a tremendous whirl of excitement. - -"_Por Dios!_ so, I have discovered the villain. Roblado swore he saw -him enter here, and ran to inform me three blocks away. I have galloped -every foot of the distance, and with each yard I swore a fearful oath -to have his life, that of the spy who seeks to ruin me in my own house. -You hear, sir--I have come to rid the world of a viper. And yet, I -would not have it said that Porfidio de Brabant, with the blood of -cavaliers in his veins, descended so low as to strike an unarmed man. -Turn about, Yankee, and you will see many swords upon the wall behind -you. The light still remains good enough to allow us a few minutes -grace. It is all I want--I have not learned my lesson for nothing. -What! do you then refuse to defend yourself--then by Our Lady I shall -be obliged to spur you on with the flat of my good blade, until I can -beat some little courage into your shrinking soul." - -He made an aggressive movement, as if about to instantly carry his plan -into action. - -This was more than Roderic could stand. - -He was a fighter by nature, and no man ever had to shake a red flag in -front of his eyes in order to arouse his ambition. - -Even in the present instance, though he had no desire to meet the -general in an affair of honor, the awful threat made by the Porto Rican -was too much for his Irish blood. - -Consequently he turned to the wall, remembering that his eye had -been involuntarily attracted toward a particularly inviting looking -slender Hindoo sword made of the finest steel in the world, tempered -in Damascus, where the art has been guarded as a secret, lo, these -hundreds of years, since the turbulent time of Saracens and Crusaders -in fact. - -Quickly Roderic snatched this blade from the wall. - -It felt like a reliable weapon, and he no sooner clasped his eager -fingers about the hilt than he knew he could depend upon it to the -death. - -Having thus armed himself he whirled about, for the dire threat of the -old soldier still stung his ears, and he was mortally afraid the other -might in his anger carry it out. - -To a proud man like Owen, such an indignity would be worse than the -danger of meeting an attack--and especially in _her_ presence. - -Thus, when able to flash the jewel hilted East Indian blade around so -as to cover any possible attack from the old martinet, Roderic gave -vent to an exclamation of satisfaction. - -At home with a sword, he felt able to render a good account of his -stewardship, since he had long taken a peculiar pride in learning the -ways in which various nations handle the weapon--a grizzled old Turk -had given him points in Constantinople--from an Algerian desert rover -he had learned how they fought with the steel when robbers attacked the -caravans--an expert Hindoo juggler who could place an apple on a man's -cranium and with a fierce downward stroke sever it completely without -harming a hair of the other's head had taken pleasure in teaching him -a few tricks, while American cavalrymen had made him an adept with -the sabre, and a French fencing master exhausted his _repertoire_ in -endeavoring to beat down his defense. - -Taken in all, young Owen had no reason to fear any harm when thus given -a blade with which to defend himself. - -Nor did he mean to demolish the old veteran, with whom he had many -times smoked the pipe of peace and good fellowship, exchanging stories -of world wide experiences. - -All he desired was a chance to defend himself against furious attacks. - -Evidently Don Porfidio had not as yet recognized the man in the parlor -of his bungalow. - -For this, the growing shadows of coming dusk, together with the fury -that made his eyes dance in their sockets might be held accountable, -rather than any infirmities of coming age. - -When the old fire-eater comprehended what the other's action really -meant he gave utterance to a snort of satisfaction. - -Nothing could please him better than a chance to air his masterly -ability with the trenchant blade he had so proudly carried at his -side--opportunities for so doing had of late been too few and far -between to fully satisfy the vainglorious ambition of the soldier. - -He had actually seen much stirring work in the military service of -Spain, and was seasoned by a long and hazardous career. - -"_Carramba!_" he cried, "have we then at last one fellow who shirks not -the fray? Here's to your lung and an easier way of taking breath." - -But somewhat to his surprise the unknown parried his quivering stroke -with the utmost ease, and still stood there on guard. - -Then the old soldier waxed wroth. - -He had been stunned at first, when his blade was so contemptuously -turned aside, for this action was not according to the usual way Dame -Fortune served such a son of Mars. - -Of course he gave utterance to a Spanish execration, such as falls so -readily from the lips of these excitable people. - -Then he hastily examined his sword, which was found to be in quite as -good condition as before, proving that the fault did not lie in that -quarter at least. - -Having awakened to the knowledge that he had a job cut out before him -that would require his utmost endeavors, Don Porfidio braced his bulky -frame for a prodigious effort. - -As the two antagonists stood there facing one another, like a pair of -Roman gladiators about to do battle royal the girl suddenly darted -between. - -"You must not, shall not fight!" she exclaimed. - -The general let out a roar. - -"Stand back, on your life, rash girl. This is a business in which I -will brook no interference." - -"But uncle, dear uncle, you do not know----" - -"I know all I desire, and I shall make it my solemn duty to teach this -rascal a lesson he will never forget. Therefore I command you, Georgia, -to leave the room!" - -"No, no, it would be a crime," she continued, endeavoring to cling to -his sword arm. - -But the testy old don's fighting blood was up, and in such a condition -he would stand no interference even from one whom he loved so dearly. - -So with his left arm he swept the frail figure of the San Juan belle -aside, and at the same time thrust out with his sword. - -The weapon met that of Roderic eagerly advanced to receive the thrust, -and immediately there followed a clashing and rasping as steel -continued to smite its like. - -Georgia, finding her efforts to keep the two men apart futile, fell -back in dismay from the flash of the writhing swords. - -The spectacle appeared to fascinate her for a brief time, so that with -clasped hands she stood and gazed, her breath coming in gasps, and with -each breath a fervent prayer that the Holy Virgin would intervene to -prevent these two men, each of whom was so dear to her, from shedding -one another's blood. - -Then of a sudden she uttered a bubbling cry--it was not because one or -the other had gained the least advantage, for they were still at it, -hammer and tongs, the giant man of war trying all his tricks and clever -thrusts with disheartening results--a bright thought had flashed into -the girl's bewildered brain. - -Since Don Porfidio refused to hearken when she attempted to explain -matters, perhaps the same hoped-for cessation of active hostilities -might be attained through another means. - -"A light--let me find a lamp--please Heaven it may not be too late, and -these hot heads slaughter each other while I am gone," was what she -cried. - -No one noticed her disappearance through the door where hung the Bagdad -curtains, for both of the gentlemen had their attention fully occupied -in another quarter. - -When a ferocious old military hero with all his long pent-up love for -bloody scenes bursting forth is diligently thrusting right and left -with a keen pointed sword, his eagerness increasing with each and every -defeat of his plans, there is little chance to observe what may be -passing even in the confines of the same apartment. - -That was Roderic's condition. - -True, he considered himself in no actual danger, unless from an -accidental thrust, but all the same the valorous old don was sending -them in at white heat, and as the gloaming made it difficult to see -with exactness, there was need of great caution. - -The sparks flew whenever the hostile blades struck violently together, -and taken altogether it was about as pretty and interesting a picture -as one would wish to see. - -When he found his favorite blows turned aside with so masterly a hand, -the general's rage began to partially give way to admiration, for he -was an ardent lover of fine sword play no matter where found, in Arab, -Moor or Cossack. - -He still continued to bellow, for it was a part of his nature to do -so, but mingled with his furious phrases were cries that betokened -amazement, delight, suspicion. - -Perhaps he recognized something familiar about the method employed by -his antagonist in defending himself. - -Swordsmen have their peculiar tactics or individualities, that crop -out strongly, and doubtless in the good old days when Senor Owen was -a welcome visitor at the hacienda of Don Porfidio the two may have -crossed blades occasionally, if only to illustrate some point in a -story. - -In due time the Porto Rican must have puzzled out the solution of the -mystery. - -He was not given time just now. - -Roderic, finding that the other was making a most wicked series of -lunges at his heart, and fearful lest some accident might occur that -would place him at the mercy of Don Porfidio, concluded to wind up the -matter in a manner that was more to his liking. - -So he let loose a few cards which he had, figuratively speaking, been -holding up his sleeve--in other words he let out an extra supply of -ability and forced the fighting. - -It was all up with the general. - -He knew full well he was in the hands of a master, and that while -the duel was fated to be cut as short as he wished, the outcome might -hardly be to his liking. - -The old don had been over confident, and he now fell into something -like a panic. - -True, he battled on with just as much vim as before, but desperation -nerved his arm rather than the old time enthusiasm. - -When Roderic discovered his chance he whipped the other's supple blade -out of his nerveless hand with consummate ease. - -Don Porfidio uttered a cry of rage and stupefaction. - -"_Carramba!_ you have done it--now take your revenge, Senor Spy!" he -ejaculated, despairingly. - -He folded his arms across his quivering chest and faced what he -supposed would be immediate death without flinching. - -Roderic drew back his sword, but the old warrior made no appeal for -mercy. - -A Spaniard may appear cruel according to Anglo-Saxon ways of looking at -things, but no race of men has shown more splendid courage in battle or -upon the terrible unknown seas of the fifteenth century. - -Roderic turning hung his East Indian blade once more upon the wall, -doubtless to the sore amazement of the soldier. - -It was at this juncture Georgia came hastily into the room bearing an -antique lamp which her trembling fingers had succeeded in lighting. - -Upon her face was an anxious, almost terrified expression, as though -she half expected to find one or both of the men lying there in their -blood. - -To see them standing there unarmed was a joyous revelation. - -As for the old soldier, the truth flashed upon him with a shock, when -his eyes beheld a face he long had known. - -"Holy Father, is it _you_ Senor Owen? Dolt, idiot that I was not to -recognize the familiar swing of your cunning sword arm. I am pleased to -meet you again--as, I am furiously angry because all these months you -have neglected this sweet flower, and caused her much suffering." - -Thus he rambled on, halting between his natural affection for the young -American, yet holding back on account of race enmity, since Spanish and -American arms now clashed. - -Roderic knew he had a difficult piece of work cut out for him. - -It had been child's play to disarm the old gentleman, but to avoid an -open rupture must tax his ingenuity. - -Perhaps, with the help of the girl it might be made possible. - -At any rate he was bound to try for the sake of peace in the family. - -"General, that I have lost the sweet friendship, and society of your -niece and ward during all these months is my misfortune. She has, like -an angel of light, forgiven me. It was all a terrible mistake, caused -by jealousy on my part. - -"You as a man who has seen the world in all its phases can understand -my position. I am humiliated in her presence. We expect to forget all -that is bitter in the past, and start afresh, for no other has held -the cords to my heart save Georgia--though I believed her lost to me -forever, I have been always faithful to our love. - -"General, our countries are at war, but that does not make us enemies. -I would esteem it an honor to shake your hand again and hear you say -you do not bear me malice where she has forgiven." - -The veteran was touched. - -He was human, and it flattered him to think that this young American, -who had just disarmed him with such ease, should still yearn for his -friendly interest. - -Don Porfidio was genial despite his exceeding gruff ways. - -"_Cospita, hombre_, you speak fairly. If the chit of a girl has -forgiven what right have I to hold out, though truth to tell I have -made many a vow to the Virgin to flay your back when next we met, on -account of your wretched flight. Since you ask it so sincerely, and -there was always a warm corner of my tough old heart for you Senor -Roderic, I see no reason why we should not shake hands and resume our -former friendship." - -This pleased Owen, who was just in the act of putting out his hand when -a rough voice outside was heard calling: - -"Senor de Brabant, have you slain the pig of a Yankee spy--is it safe -to enter?" - -At which Don Porfidio uttered a choking exclamation and letting his -hand drop to his side stared at the face of the young American as -though the truth had flashed through his brain like an electric bolt. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII. - -"ADIOS, BELOVED!" - - -The old Porto Rican dignitary quickly recovered his speech--indeed, -it was seldom he could be found in a position where his vocal organs -suffered a relapse, since it was almost as natural for Don Porfidio to -fume and roar as it was to draw breath. - -Suspicion, which had lain dormant in his breast during the last few -minutes, on account of his surprise at discovering the identity of his -opponent in the sword duel, now once more leaped into a fierce flame. - -He remembered why he had rushed to his bungalow quarters with such hot -speed. - -"The spy, yes, the Yankee spy. _Por Dios!_ I had almost forgotten him. -He entered here--Roblado swore it on his honor. I have never as yet -seen the rascal and I jumped to the conclusion that you were he. Was -it all a mistake, Senor Owen--will you tell me you are not the party -Roblado saw--the party he has sworn to tear limb from limb? I await -your answer, senor, and give you my word of honor I shall believe what -you say," he said, anxiously, eagerly. - -Roderic smiled. - -It was not because he lacked in respect for the doughty general, who -had backed up his hot words with his sword as a brave man should. - -The reference to Roblado amused Owen. - -He pictured that fire-eater who was yearning to spill his blood, -waiting outside the door of the house, where the click of the swords -came as sweet music to his ear, waiting until these sounds were heard -no longer, when in a mixture of hope and fear he called out: - -"Senor de Brabant, have you slain the pig of a Yankee spy--is it safe -to enter?" - -Of a truth Roblado's heart was as stout as that of the timid lamb -gamboling on the green, and when he roared it was as fiercely as a -sucking dove. - -Roderic was ever frank--it is a policy that pays best in the end. - -"I do not claim the name of a spy, senor, but it would be foolish of me -to deny that I am in the secret diplomatic service of my country--that -my presence here has been to discover why Spanish agents congregate in -Dublin. As to why I am under your roof, it is a purely personal matter -that drew me. I chanced to be passing and saw your niece at the window. -Resolved to make my peace with her I boldly demanded admittance, and -she has been angel enough to forgive. Senor, that is all--you believe -me?" - -Roderic was a man whose very face was a passport among his fellows. - -What he said usually carried weight. - -Of old he had exerted great influence over the don, who had almost -loved him as his own at the time jealousy broke up the combination. - -This feeling was once more sweeping over the general--there is a -fascination about some men that is very hard to resist. - -Possibly he might have again thrust out his hand despite Roblado and -his hatred for Yankees in general. - -Other voices were heard outside--Roblado was endeavoring to explain to -the new arrivals who had just appeared upon the scene. - -Perhaps, not having received any answer to his frenzied calls to the -general, he jumped to the conclusion that the boot was on the other -leg, and the veteran had received his quietus at the hands of the -miserable American "pig." - -In numbers there is courage and strength. - -Even Roblado could be valorous when backed up by half a dozen comrades. - -The cramp in his abdomen, which had necessarily prevented him from -rushing in and annihilating the Yankee, now left him as if by magic, -and when the group of conspirators crushed through the doorway Roblado -led the van. - -Such valor! no wonder Spain has in ages past swept like a whirlwind -over the known world--it was certainly worthy of the Dark Ages. - -Roderic was taken at a disadvantage, for he had not expected such -hostile measures. - -He thought to again snatch the sword that had already served him so -well, but ere this could be done one of the new comers had hurled his -weight upon him. - -Had these two been let alone, Owen would surely have done the other -injury in short order, for his trained muscles were aching for active -service, and the Spaniard was really no match for him. - -This style of carrying on the affair did not seem to suit the others, -however. - -What was the use of having an advantage if it were not enforced? - -Such logic carried the day, and when Roderic found the half dozen -hanging upon him from all quarters he ceased struggling, knowing the -folly of such a useless endeavor to win out. - -It was a great victory. - -His captors surrounded him, every man holding on to some part of his -apparel. - -Their swarthy faces beamed with pleasure, as though this might be taken -as a forerunner of the great triumph reserved for their nation when the -somnolence of many years had been thrown aside. - -Roblado was in his element. - -He had a military or naval cut about his appearance, and no doubt could -swell with importance when on the deck of his ship or at the head of -his brigade. - -"Tis well, comrades, we have secured the beast. What can prevail -against Spanish valor? Those who are foolish enough to get in our way -must pay the penalty, poor fools. Now that we have caught the great -American eagle what shall we do with him?" he asked, still maintaining -a consequential grip upon Roderic's coat tails. - -"Clip his wings!" said one in Castilian. - -Various other suggestions were offered, some amusing, others diabolical -in their cruelty. - -Roderic laughed good naturedly. - -"Ah! gentlemen all," he remarked in that calm and pleasant way that -indicates perfect control over the emotions, "you seem to forget you -are not in Spain or Cuba, where such delightful little picnic parties -as you mention are of daily occurrence. You are in the dominion of Her -Majesty Queen Victoria--her officers are watching every move you make, -and at this moment the shadow of Portland prison hangs over you, every -man. - -"Don't imagine for a moment my presence is not known to these men from -Scotland Yard, for we are working hand in glove. I am in your power, -and you may do as you please, but mark me, if a hair of my head is -injured every man here will be in irons before two hours have passed. -That is all!" - -It was enough. - -The Jack Spaniards were shaky at the knees. - -Their respect for grim English laws and customs was bred in the -bone--since the days when the Great Armada was destroyed by Providence -and British valor, these people of the Iberian peninsula have seldom -desired to pick a quarrel with Albion. - -So, upon hearing what Owen had to say, they looked at each other -fearfully and then eyed the doors and windows as though half expecting -to see the officers representing good old English law bursting upon the -scene. - -Naturally a cock fights best upon his own ground, and this is -particularly true of Spaniards as a people. - -Handicapped by their presence under a flag that was known to be more -friendly toward the Americans than any other among the Powers, they -found their claws cut. - -A hasty council of war was entered into. - -Self preservation is the first law of nature, and they were clamorous -as to the means to be employed that would best insure his safety. - -No matter how wretched the cur, he has the same inherent love of life -that nature gives to the finest created creature. - -Several times Don Porfidio attempted to take the reins and drive, but -a spirit of communism was rampant, and the others would yield to no -dictation. - -At other times perhaps they would give ready heed to all he had to -say, since he occupied a high position in the councils of Spain; but -just now all were on a common level and it was a case of life and death -they had to settle. - -At length it was decided. - -Senor Owen should not be put to death, but held a prisoner until they -could hastily leave Dublin bay on board the blockade runner as per -their previous arrangement. - -It was only hastening plans that had already been well arranged. - -The young girl stood there an anxious spectator, while her lover's fate -was being decided, and when the final ultimatum had been rendered she -gave him a pleased smile of encouragement. - -Roderic, wise man, had made up his mind not to resist the decree of -fate, especially since it appeared that he would only be put to a -little inconvenience and encounter small danger. - -He had no desire to provoke the anger of these men further than was -necessary--there would come a time when he might meet them face to face -on equal terms, with weapons in his hands, and until that hour it was -policy for him to laugh and let them have their sweet way. - -A long lane it is that has no turning. - -His time would come sooner or later. - -Then the blustering Roblado might be made to sing more softly, and -those who handled him so roughly be compelled to take a turn themselves. - -Surrounded by the voluble and excited group, the American was led down -into the cellar of the unique bungalow on the Rathmines road. - -Here they left him, with fervent hopes, openly expressed that the rats -would feed upon his wretched porcine carcass, and never allow him to -again see the light of day. - -Owen was not in despair. - -On the contrary it is doubtful whether in all fair Dublin that night a -lighter heart could have been found than his. - -There was reason for it too. - -As to the danger menacing him, he laughed that to scorn--it was only a -little adventure after all, one of many that marked his life. - -He had won back the treasure that was almost beyond his reach, and the -man who found himself secure in the love of that divine girl had cause -for deep and heart-felt satisfaction. - -Roderic could never tell how it ever came these fellows neglected to -take what portable property he chanced to carry. - -It was really a remarkable omission and might be laid to the fact of -their being gentlemen though he himself was rather inclined to believe -the truth rested in another quarter--that they had been ashamed in the -presence of Georgia, and likewise confused by his positive statement -about the Scotland Yard officers on their trail. - -Having a deep seated aversion to English prisons, quite excusable, they -had found their nerves unstrung. - -Hence Roderic profited by their confusion. - -He hunted up a cigar and a match. - -That was comfort enough for half an hour. - -The future could take care of itself. - -Such is the philosophy of a dare devil who, from long familiarity has -conceived a species of contempt for danger. - -He could hear some one moving about above, and understood that the -general must be preparing to leave the odd little furnished cottage -which he had hired. - -More time passed. - -Owen was only waiting until they left the house, when he would -undertake to get free from his prison. - -No ordinary cellar was constructed that could restrain a man of his -ability for any great length of time. - -An occasional flash from a match kept him informed as to the flight of -time. - -These brief periods of illumination also gave him some conception as to -his surroundings, and he was thus enabled to figure as to what shape -his action should take in order to bring the most speedy results. - -At length all seemed to become quiet above. - -He had heard several doors slam. - -Doubtless the doughty general and his lovely ward had sallied forth to -board the blockade runner that was to take them across the ocean. - -Roderic sighed to think he would not see her again for, Heaven alone -knew how long. - -Never mind, he had experienced a foretaste of Paradise on this evening -which he would have considered cheaply purchased had he been compelled -to meet ten times as many difficulties in order to win it. - -It had brightened his life and given him something blessed for which to -live. - -Filled with zeal, as though inspired to prove himself worthy of the -dear girl who had so readily forgiven his cruel desertion because of -the great love she bore him, Owen arose. - -First of all he stretched himself, as though feeling of his strength. - -He had resolved to bend his energies upon the door of the subterranean -prison, as offering the best possible opportunity for escape. - -So he groped his way to the stone steps and made his way upward. - -At length he touched the door. - -Of course it was fast. - -Those vindictive Spaniards had meant what they said, and really hoped -he might be kept down below until so weakened by hunger that he could -put up but a feeble defense against the great gaunt Dublin sewer rats. - -Which shows how little they knew a progressive Yankee, and his -inventive abilities that stop at nothing when the occasion makes -demands. - -Roderic knew how to assail such a door. - -He smiled disdainfully when he found they had actually left the key in -the lock. - -What a snap it was. - -Why these fellows were hardly out of their swaddling clothes when it -came to outwitting a twentieth century Yankee. - -He thought he would start operations upon that door immediately. - -Then his mind changed for a sound reached his ears--some one was -approaching--he could even see a gleam of light from under the door. - -Now they stood without with only the door between. - -He heard a key turned in the lock. - -Roderic braced himself for a struggle, not knowing but what one of the -most vindictive Spaniards, Roblado perhaps, had crept back, resolved to -have a dark revenge. - -Thus, half crouching on the steps, he awaited the opening of the door. - -Now it moved. - -He had a glimpse of a flaring candle held in a small hand, and then -came sudden darkness, for a draught from the cellar had snuffed out the -flame. - -But Roderic had in that one glance seen enough to arouse the most -delightful sensations within his heart. - -A voice, low and soft but sweeter than a breath from Cathay reached his -ears and set the music throbbing in his heart. - -"Senor Roderic--_hola_, it is I!" - -"God bless you--I am here within reach. Hold steady and let me touch -you, lest I believe I am only dreaming, my darling." - -And he immediately held her little loyal form within the shelter of his -arms, though when he rained burning kisses on her lips she struggled to -be free. - -"This is no time for that. Holy mother, what a rude man you are, Senor -Roderic. Release me, I beg, I command. Remember he must win who wears. -You have a duty to perform." - -"Which shall be accomplished with Heaven's help. But I thought you were -gone, sweetheart?" - -"We are just starting--the cart is at the door, and uncle is waiting." - -"Then he knows why you return?" - -"Yes. He made only one stipulation." - -"What is it?" - -"Your promise not to move a hand until dawn, to prevent our sailing on -the Sterling Castle." - -Roderic breathed easier. - -"Tell the dear old governor I give that most willingly. You know I -leave here myself in a comparatively few hours." - -"Then I must go." - -"You leave me--we may never meet again." - -"The Virgin watch over you," she faltered. - -"Will you go without one parting embrace--ah! the world is wide and -danger lurks everywhere when people are at war. One kiss sweetheart, of -your own free will--it may be a talisman to guard me against evil." - -He pleaded not in vain. - -A pair of soft arms were thrown around his neck, and not one but a -dozen kisses rained upon his lips--then when he would have sought to -detain her she eluded his grasp and flitted away in the dark, her -gentle "adios, beloved," sounding like a benediction to his ravished -ears. - -A few minutes later he heard the roll of wheels, as the jaunting car -took them to the distant quay. - -"She is gone, Heaven bless her," he muttered--"lucky man that I am, -thrice blessed to be beloved by two such charming creatures; to me -there is only one who can fill the longing of my heart and she has just -left me." - -And this was the reason Roderic turned up at the Shelbourne late that -night looking like a man who had supped with adventure. - - - - -CHAPTER IX. - -DOWN THE IRISH COAST. - - -When Roderic Owen saw the look of deep concern on his cousin's face -give way to a radiant expression as he entered the door of the hotel, -his heart reproached him. - -Here he had been actually reveling in the realms of bliss for the last -three hours or more, while Cleo, judging from her appearance, had been -"plunged in a gulf of dark despair," or at least considerably worried -over the fact of his singular disappearance. - -It was really too bad. - -Her faithful heart had yearned after him, just as a loving sister's -might for the absent one--the two girls were so entirely unlike in -looks and temperament that it never occurred to him to compare Cleo's -affection with that of Georgia--and yet it was of the kind that lasts -through life. - -Feeling that somehow he had caused Cleo considerable anxiety, and being -conscience stricken on account of his own present happiness, Roderic -advanced hastily to ascend the broad stairs and meet her on the landing -above. - -"You were worried about me, dear cousin?" - -"Naturally so--all day you have been away--and to-morrow we -sail--unless something important has happened, to alter your plans," -she replied, her face flushing at the eager manner in which he caught -her hand. - -"Something important _has_ happened, but it will not delay our leaving -Dublin to-morrow," he replied, mentally deciding that the time had come -for him to confide his secret to this tender heart. - -If it brought pain, God forgive him, since he was unwittingly the -cause, but sooner or later Cleo must learn the truth, and the occasion -seemed to demand that he speak now. - -They were alone, but it was very public--perhaps a quiet nook in one of -the small parlors would suit better for a confessional. - -"Come with me, dear cousin--I have much to tell you--much that concerns -my past and promises to control my future," he said, earnestly. - -"Ah," thought Cleo, as she followed his eager steps, "it is coming--he -has seen her again, this Georgia whom he knew and loved in San Juan. I -must crush down my own feelings in the matter and appear just what he -believes me--an affectionate comrade, a loving sister." - -That was a heroine for you--it is not given of all women to be Joan of -Arcs, but occasion may arise in any life calling for as much determined -spirit and heroism as the noble Maid of Orleans ever boasted. - -The bijou parlor was entirely deserted, though still lighted, and over -in a cozy corner where a pile of cushions invited Oriental comfort they -settled down for a little private talk. - -Some men would have opened up in an evasive manner and told as little -as necessity demanded. - -Not so Roderic Owen. - -When a task was set before him, no matter how unpleasant or -embarrassing, his method was to plunge squarely into it, neither -sparing himself nor seeking glory from the recital. - -So he told how he had met the lovely belle of the Porto Rico -capital--the strange and romantic manner in which Providence seemed -to delight in throwing them together, and how he was enabled to save -her great inconvenience, if not her life--of the mutual attachment -that naturally sprang up between them that rapidly ripened into a -passion--of their engagement and the glorious weeks succeeding, when -they lived in Paradise. - -Then came the serpent in Eden--coquetry on the girl's part, rank -jealousy on his, without just cause it had proved. - -After that, hot words, violent separation--the old, old story of -wounded hearts, so many times repeated in the history of the world--of -two souls intended for each other, wandering about the earth estranged, -because of hasty temper. - -To all of this Cleo listened with deepest sympathy marked upon her face. - -What pain her heart experienced would never be known to the world, for -she crushed this down with a resolute hand. - -Woman was created to withstand most of the suffering in this -world--Providence endowed her with a larger capacity for such endurance -than man; just as the lord of creation was given the spirit of the -chase, of battle, and as the bread-winner in life's strife. - -Finally Roderic brought the story to Dublin and told how Georgia -disguised as a Sister of the Holy Grail, warned him, though so well had -she concealed her identity that he had not guessed it until after she -had gone. - -This brought him down to the time he was passing on the Rathmine car, -and had a glimpse of the girl he loved in the window of the quaint East -India bungalow. - -He was a good story teller, and the subject one in which his whole -heart was engaged, so that he quickly held the girl spell-bound as he -described how the reconciliation was brought about. - -When he finally told how Georgia allowed him to take her in his arms, -Cleo smiled to hide the aching heart she carried, and which she feared -might betray its pain upon her face. - -Of course she thought that was the end. - -"You love her with a deathless devotion, cousin--she has become a _sine -qua non_ to your existence?" she remarked, to hide her little tremor, -her pallor and any confusion that might appear. - -"She is the life of my life--I had gone to the point of being an old -bachelor, cousin, without ever falling in love--indeed, I had begun to -doubt seriously whether my nature was capable of any passion, for my -devotion to your cousinly self had been the only affection I had ever -known--when she crossed my path like a brilliant meteor and from that -day to this I have not known the old peace. Yes, I love her with heart -and soul--as you say it truly seems as though this dark-eyed girl had -become an indispensable condition to my existence. I tell you this -knowing how much you care for my happiness--how you sympathize with my -griefs and rejoice when prosperity finds me." - -Perhaps it was cruel to say this, but remember that Owen found it -almost impossible to believe Cleo entertained a passion for him beyond -that calm, cousinly affection. - -Besides, it was a part of his religion that heroic treatment was always -best. - -If he had an unpleasant duty to perform the sooner it was done the -better for his peace of mind. - -"You say this happened at about dusk?" she asked. - -"Yes, I was hurrying to the hotel to dress so that I might eat dinner -with you." - -"Possibly at seven," with an arch glance in the direction of a little -ormolu clock upon the mantel, that was merrily ticking away the minutes. - -Roderic laughed in some confusion. - -"Pray, do not imagine I forgot the lapse of time, since it is now after -eleven. Truth to tell I have been a prisoner all this time--not a -captive held by Love's silken strands as you suspect." - -"A prisoner--oh! Roderic, then that reconciliation was not the end?" -she exclaimed, remembering that his appearance was hardly that of a -gentleman who exhibited as a usual thing some fastidiousness in his -dress. - -"Rather it was but the beginning, for at that very moment the gruff old -general, her uncle, rushed like a whirlwind into the house, bellowing -for a chance to annihilate the Yankee spy whom one of his bold -colleagues had seen enter." - -"That was exciting enough--I am quite anxious to see that odd old -soldier of whom you have spoken so much. But go on--he recognized you?" - -"Not at all--the dim light and his passion blinded eyes prevented that. -At once he demanded that I take my choice of the various swords on the -wall and give him an opportunity to wipe out the insult my presence put -upon his dwelling." - -"What a ferocious old firebrand he must be. And did she not -explain--you said she had usually such power over this uncle?" - -"He would not let her say anything, but, wild with anger brushed -Georgia aside and swore as only a furious Spaniard could, that unless -I at once accepted his benevolent offer of a fair chance to defend -myself, he would lay the flat of his sword on me, and use his boot in -ejecting me from the premises." - -"The old brute--and of course after that, Cousin Roderic, you had to -fight?" - -"There was no other way of escaping the dilemma. So I snatched a sword -from the wall and met his attack. Well, we had quite a lively passage -at arms for some minutes. As I had fenced with the old governor often -before I knew he was behind the times. Georgia had fled from the room -to hunt a lamp. Just as she returned fortune allowed me to disarm the -general." - -"Ah! yes, it is always fortune and good luck when you manage to -succeed, cousin mine," she exclaimed with some heat, "but I know what -skill you possess with a sword--I have my own opinion on that score. -But go on--Georgia returned with a light at this most interesting -juncture?" - -"And the general recognized me--he was almost paralyzed, and was ready -to forgive my miserable treatment of his niece when he learned that she -had done so. Unfortunately his friends rushed in at this juncture, and -taking me unawares made me a prisoner." - -"Not before one or more had suffered at your hands, I warrant," she -asserted, stoutly, for since Roderic would not sound his own trumpet it -was necessary that some one else blow it for him. - -Ah! the man who has such a faithful heart looking after his interests -is blest indeed. - -"Well, I must confess I did not inflict much punishment upon them -because they hung on like so many leeches, quite overpowering me. -Besides, I knew they would hardly dare do me any bodily harm." - -Then he told what followed, and how they put him in the cellar to clip -his wings, as they said. - -Finally came the last scene in the drama where the door opened and he -had Georgia in his arms again. - -Roderic made little of this, for the conviction was now forcing itself -upon even his dull masculine mind that such tender scenes might not be -in the best taste possible, considering the circumstances. - -"And thus you see me on deck once more, a little the worse for wear -perhaps, but ready to sail with you to-morrow, if you say the word," he -ended. - -"You are happy, Roderic?" - -"Yes, God has been very, very good to me. I don't deserve it, cousin." - -"You look forward to meeting Georgia in the island beyond the sea?" - -"She has already started there, and it would be strange if we did not -meet, either before or after San Juan falls into American hands." - -"Is she--_very_ beautiful, Roderic?" - -"You shall say for yourself when you see her, for it is my fondest hope -that you may be the dearest of friends. You will promise me that, Cleo?" - -Again she resolutely thrust self aside. - -"Whom you love must be a sister to me, cousin. Yes, I give you such a -promise willingly." - -The rebellion in her heart was kept down with a firm hand--what was -human might struggle and cry out, but it could not overcome the divine -element that came from Calvary--the desire to sacrifice self for the -good of one beloved. - -Then they fell to talking of the contemplated ocean voyage and what -pleasures it promised to souls that delighted in travel, and for which -the ever changing boundless deep had charms that were invisible to the -eye of the ordinary tourist. - -Finally Roderic realized the lateness of the hour, and declared -he ought to be ashamed to keep his cousin from her beauty sleep, -especially as it was all on account of his own personal business. - -Possibly Roderic slept but little that night. - -He had much upon his mind. - -And yet he was far happier than the girl from Virginia, since there was -a bright future to which he could look forward. - -With her that future was a blank. - -Many there are fated in this world to love without hope of a reciprocal -affection, but few can bear their cross with the gentle happy spirit -shown by Cleo. - -When they met again at an early breakfast, while old Dublin was waking -up, no one would suspect from her smiling face and dancing blue eyes -that Cleo had ever known a serious sorrow, or that a canker lodged -close to her gentle heart. - -She took the deepest interest in all the contemplated movements of her -cousin, and entered into the enthusiasm of his plans as though she had -a reason to share in his future happiness. - -Matters had been so carefully adjusted on the preceding day that little -remained to be done save have their portable luggage taken down to the -landing stage, and go through with a few forms necessary ere the steam -yacht could depart. - -Though Roderic was not sorry to leave Dublin, under the circumstances, -he must always cherish a pleasant recollection for the bright Irish -capital. - -It was here the incubus that had pressed upon his shoulders for well -nigh two years had been cast aside, and the sun of hope burst from -behind the clouds of despair. - -Yes, the name of Dublin would ever be associated with pleasant -memories, for the little encounter with Don Porfidio was but a romance; -while his capture and imprisonment by the Spanish clique had only been -the means of bringing his beloved sweetheart again to his arms, and he -could not harbor ill feelings against any cause that had brought about -such an effect. - -By ten o'clock they were on board the yacht. - -Roderic could not help casting many eager glances around at the various -vessels lying at anchor in Kingstown harbor. - -He was thinking of the Sterling Castle. - -Already he had made inquiries concerning the steamer, and knew her -build. - -There were several marked peculiarities about her style, the painting -of her funnel and other things that would stamp her individuality, -so that he was able to declare after searching the harbor, that the -impudent little blockade runner was not present. - -Then she had about twelve hours the start and was doubtless far down -the Irish coast. - -The anchor was weighed with the usual cheery English chorus, and as -the steam yacht headed into Dublin bay, Roderic, looking back to the -beautiful city thus left behind, could not but be impressed. - -It was a glorious summer day and the sight an inspiring one, for -Kingstown harbor at this season of the year is usually thronged with -pleasure craft as well as those of business. - -Going out they passed the Holyhead steamer just entering. - -Roderic could not but reflect with deep satisfaction what a great -change had taken place in his own life since he trod the hurricane deck -of that same steamer a short time before. - -Truly events follow each other in rapid succession in some lives. - -Providence seemed to be in an especially favoring mood with regard to -his fortunes just at present. - -If it would only continue. - -He knew not what the future held--perhaps, could he have lifted the -veil and obtained a glimpse of what adventures and perils lay in his -path, the prospect might have appalled even his stout heart. - -How mercifully the future is screened from our inquisitive eyes--could -we but _know_, how idle would our struggles seem, and despair must -often cause us to cease the hopeless contest. - -It is this element of uncertainty that keeps hope alive in our hearts, -and many times wrings victory from seeming defeat. - -As they passed down the far famed Irish sea the tops of the green hills -could always be seen above the haze that sometimes hid their base and -the fishing villages nestling there from view. - -Roderic spent much time in leaning over the rail and watching this -everchanging panorama, while smoking his pipe--for Cleo had made it -distinctly understood that she was very fond of tobacco smoke in the -open air, and that he was at liberty to indulge when and where he -chose; a privilege that caused Miss Becky to lift her eyes in horror, -for she had a special aversion to this self same odor. - -However, she never found Roderic other than a gentleman, and he would -always move his seat in order that the fragrant smoke might not blow -across her sacred person, so that in this way he made a firm friend of -the old maid. - -When nightfall came they took their last look at old Ireland's green -hills, for unless all calculations failed they would be out on the -broad Atlantic by daylight, headed for the West Indies. - -Roderic had by this time thrown off the reserve that weighed down his -spirits at first and become his own sociable self, ready to enter into -any game that promised relaxation and sport. - -The shore line faded as the glow left the western sky, and presently -only lights upon the hills told how near they were to the Irish coast. - -Thus the voyage was begun, that would bring much of success or grief -to his fortunes--before him like a will-o'-the-wisp flitted the -blockade runner, having on board the beautiful maid of San Juan--and -the game was transferred from the Old to the New World. - - - - -CHAPTER X. - -FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES. - - -In heading for the Antilles there were several routes which they could -take. - -It was possible to make a bee line almost due south-west, stopping at -the Azores on the way; or they could follow the plan adopted by Spain -in sending her ships of war across, heading almost due south to the -Canary islands, then on nearly the same course until the Cape Verdes -were reached, after which a run to the west would bring them to the -Porto Rico coast. - -Roderic was much interested in this matter and held many consultations -with the old captain as to what line he had marked out. - -Perhaps--for somehow our purely selfish personal ends will crop -up despite us--he was speculating as to what chances they had of -overtaking the blockade runner, should they have decided upon the same -course. - -There are always so many possibilities governing these things. - -Though the ocean appears limitless, there are times when people come -together in a most remarkable manner. - -Fate takes a hand in many a game and this seemingly boundless sea -becomes as a veritable mill pond, where boys float their rafts and have -collisions. - -Roderic learned that their course was to be laid by way of the Azores, -those sentinels of the vasty deep that lie far out in midocean between -the two warring countries, the United States and Spain. - -He spent a portion of the first morning afloat in examining the vessel -from keel to truck so to speak, and was loud in his praise of her -stanch abilities. - -She had been built on the Clyde, and was of course put together -to stay--those canny Scots have a faculty for making timbers hold -together through hurricane blows and all manner of extreme usage, that -is unexcelled in any other part of the world, so that the very name -carries weight; as does the Belfast engine, some of which on old White -Star liners have done noble duty a score and a half of years. - -Roderic's praise was so unstinted that the old captain, who loved his -craft as only a seaman may, was quite tickled. - -He had taken a great liking for Owen, which was not at all strange, -for they were both men built very much upon the same model, possessing -sterling characteristics. - -Perhaps it was apt to become something of a mutual admiration society, -for Roderic recognized a kindred spirit--what he admired in a man and -sought to exemplify in his own person was present in the composition of -this rough and ready British sailorman. - -It also pleased him to know Cleo had been fortunate enough to secure -such a reliable mariner, and yet he realized this was as much the -result of good judgment on her part as any luck. - -At least he would never suspect that the Virginia maid had immediately -fancied the grim old mariner because she discovered many of his -sterling characteristics to be the same as those she had admired in -Roderic from boyhood. - -That was her secret which she would hardly have acknowledged even to -her own heart. - -The weather too was propitious. - -A splendid breeze blew, and as they were provided with sails, these -were utilized in order to further increase their speed. - -Roderic gloried in the fact that he had never been sea sick a minute -in his life, and he had also seen some pretty rough times afloat, from -being caught in a dreadful typhoon in the China sea to being wrecked by -a West India hurricane. - -He had provided himself with Clarke Russell's latest ocean yarn, -and as his own condition was fully equal to that so aptly described -by this wizard of sea stories, he could doubly appreciate the vivid -descriptions of storm and calm, hot chase and wreck, and all the -manifold phases of life on the boundless deep, given in a manner that -has never been rivaled. - -They also played shuffle board, tossed deck quoits and amused -themselves as pilgrims on the briny ocean learn to do when time hangs -heavy. - -Roderic read aloud some of the most remarkable passages which bore the -witchery of pen genius, and glancing up at the swelling white sails or -around at the watery horizon only marked by a wave crest circle, they -were in a position to feel the vigor of the description such as no -landsman, lounging in a hammock, far from the sea, which mayhap he had -never gazed upon, could ever experience. - -Numerous vessels were sighted during the first day, steamers and -sailing craft. - -There is always keen pleasure watching these pilgrims of the deep -through the glasses and surmising what they are, the nature of their -cargo, whence they come and whither bound. - -After this day such sights would become more rare, for their course was -out of the usual transatlantic run. - -Doubtless in the good old days when galleons laden with silver and -other treasures from the Spanish Main and Mexican mines were on this -route to Spain, many a piratical craft bore along this self same course -with men alow and aloft on the keen lookout for rich prizes which could -be looted, and scuttled with their wretched crews, their fate ever to -remain one of the mysteries of the mighty deep. - -Such romantic thoughts crept into Roderic's mind--the situation was -conducive to their inception. - -Besides, his own fortunes were really as much tinged with the spicy -flavor of adventure and romance as any he could imagine in connection -with those olden days. - -Another day and they apparently owned the earth--at least from sunrise -to sunset not a vessel was sighted going in any direction. - -The spouting of whales, the gyrations of sharks indicated by the -sword-like dorsal fin sticking out of the water, and such aquatic -features were all that broke the monotony of the livelong day. - -Roderic many times scanned the horizon ahead, and the sight of a -distant steamer was enough to arouse his eager interest, for he could -not get it out of his mind that the girl he so passionately loved was -somewhere on that vast deep, and there was always a possibility of the -speedy steam yacht overtaking the slower blockade runner. - -Some people hang their faith on small things, lovers especially. - -It is possible to find a needle in a haystack, and yet it would hardly -pay one to devote a great length of time in the search. - -However, lusty hope buoys the heart up, and often leads to wonderful -accomplishments. - -A change came in the weather. - -One can not always expect favoring winds and clear skies on the fretful -Atlantic--the storms will blow in summer as well as during the cold -season. - -Cleo had assured Roderic of her faith in the Dreadnaught as a stanch -boat in case of rough weather. - -He found the yacht more seaworthy than he had believed possible. - -She rode the mighty rollers like a duck, and at no time was there -danger aboard. - -Still, this was only a sample of what the old Atlantic could kick up on -occasion, and no matter how good the boat, one who has experienced the -horrors of a genuine hurricane while afloat, never feels a hankering -after its repetition--there is a majesty about the mighty deep when -aroused to fury that awes the stoutest human heart; and those who have -sailed over its trackless wastes the longest have the greatest respect -for its sovereignty. - -Of course the storm drove them out of their expected direct route -to the Portuguese Azores, and delayed their arrival at the sentinel -islands. - -Although these islands be along the short route from Spain to her West -India possessions,--to be hers no longer--as a usual thing ships from -the mother country prefer the longer passage, partly because the runs -are more broken, the wind more apt to be favorable, and possibly for -the reason that some of her fortified possessions, the Canaries lie off -the coast of northern Africa. - -Thus, not a great business has been done at the Azores under the best -of conditions, and this was interfered with while the war lasted, as -Spanish craft feared to sail so far away from fortified ports, lest -some of the fast auxiliary cruisers of Uncle Sam, on the eager lookout -for prizes, gobble them up. - -As they sighted land, Roderic could hardly conceal his impatience. - -Was the Sterling Castle in port? - -That would be a strange coincidence truly, and yet this sanguine lover -had the nerve to believe it might be true. - -Upon some men fortune showers favors so readily that they become -rank optimists, and expect astonishing results from the most scanty -scattering of seed. - -Indeed, chance plays quite a part in their calculations. - -The day was almost at its close when they drew near the islands. - -With the rosy bloom of the setting sun shining upon their green slopes, -the picture was one calculated to strike the eye as remarkably fine. - -Especially would this be the case with an ocean traveler who for some -days had looked upon nothing but a watery waste--the green trees and -grass appeal to his heart. This is always the case after a voyage--land -looks doubly inviting when necessity or desire for a change has taken -us away from friendly shores. - -The night fell before they drew close enough to port to give Roderic -the opportunity of finding out whether the steamer he sought was among -those anchored in the little bay. - -Which was a keen disappointment to him. - -As an ardent lover much allowance can be given so good a fellow. - -Cleo was almost as eager--she felt a warm desire to look upon her -successful rival face to face. There was no mean design in this, no -hope of being able to find fault, or discover that Roderic had made a -wretched choice. - -She realized how furiously in love with the girl from Porto Rico this -cousin of hers was, and since she had been unable to arouse such a -passion within his breast, naturally she experienced a genuine desire -to look upon the lovely being who had awakened the sacred fire in his -bachelor heart. - -Then again, Cleo was honest in her expressed desire to be friendly with -one whom fortune seemed destined to make her cousin. - -Glasses were of little avail, since night's shadows had begun to fall. - -It would not be dark, since a young July moon still held forth after a -fashion, to show them the way into port. - -A peculiar uneasiness had possessed Roderic. - -It dated from the conclusion of the blow. - -Somehow, when looking upon the last most violent efforts of the -miniature hurricane, the thought had occurred to him, what of the -Sterling Castle? - -Was she also exposed to this storm? - -The chances seemed to favor such a conclusion. - -He began to make new inquiries concerning her sea worthiness. - -Was her crew English or Spanish? - -If the latter he had grave doubts. - -Captain Beven was able to give him some information that eased his mind. - -The steamer while mature in years was not an old hulk, by any -means--Beven had himself once served on her as second officer during -a voyage to Singapore, and he had reason to commend her seaworthy -qualities. - -As to her present outfit he believed it was mostly English and Swedes, -though there might be a few Spanish among them. - -The captain was an ancient tar, a dare devil who had seen service all -over the earth, been engaged in South American naval wars, was with -China in her conflict against Japan, and bore the scars of a dozen -wounds. - -Such a man, afraid of nothing on earth, made an ideal blockade runner. - -The bold Yankees would find that they did not quite monopolize all the -valor on earth with their Hobsons and Deweys. - -There were others, of the same strain and speech, whom no danger could -daunt. - -This was Captain Beven's tribute to the commander of the blockade -runner. - -Roderic was not sorry to hear it, since _she_ would be safer in the -charge of such a wonderful seaman. - -He went down to dinner in this state of anxiety, but under the lively -sallies of his cousin soon recovered his usual good spirits. Cleo could -arouse him more quickly than any one else he knew--she seemed to appeal -to some chord in his composition which responded just as the harp -does to the touch of the musician. When they came on deck again after -dinner, the little steam yacht was just entering the harbor. - -Captain Beven, knowing how fond the Portuguese are of ceremony -and display, fired his little cannon in salute as they passed the -picturesque old fort and castle guarding the bay, and after a little -delay, quite excusable with the Portuguese gunners, an answering salvo -came from the frowning battlements that, seen in daylight were probably -not one quarter as dangerous looking as they appeared under the tender -light of the young moon. - -They found an anchorage among other shipping, where they could swing at -anchor. - -At the most only a short stop was intended here. - -They would take on board fresh water, some fruits and vegetables, -together with chickens and eggs. - -During the few hours in the morning while this was being done, Roderic -and his cousin expected to go ashore and see what the place of which -they had frequently heard yet never seen, looked like. - -They could easily give a guess. - -There is a striking similarity among all ports under Spanish and -Portuguese flags. - -The picturesque struggles with disorder--from a little distance the -view is entrancing, but familiarity breeds contempt. - -Especially is this true with the rank odors that usually predominate. - -With twinkling lights on shore, a balmy breeze fanning their cheeks, -and the odor of flowers wafted over the water, it was very romantic -to stand upon the deck of the yacht, anchored in still waters, after -having passed so many days upon the heaving deep. - -Nor was there any lack of sound. - -Men's voices floated over the water, laughter was heard from parties -of pleasure seekers in small boats, and from various quarters came the -sound of music. - -Sweet indeed do the notes of mandolin or guitar sound when mellowed by -the water--there is a peculiar richness and sympathy to the strumming -of the taut strings that cannot be produced under other conditions. - -Besides, the poetry of the thing appeals to what is romantic in the -heart. - -Lovers delight to glide upon the moonlit water. - -No wonder then that Venice with her canals and gondolas should be -classed as a veritable Paradise for such devoted people. - -Roderic smoked his last cigar strong in the hope of replenishing his -stock on the morrow. - -A band situated upon some open plaza discoursed military music, and at -that distance even carping critics found little fault. - -The evening was gliding away. - -It passed with leaden wings to Roderic, whose ardent spirit longed for -the first streak of dawn, in the anticipation of being able to discover -whether or not the vessel that bore Georgia was in the harbor. - -There was something almost unendurable in the suspense, and it required -considerable determination to crush down the spirit that demanded some -immediate action on his part. - -He had been compelled to go back to the comforts of his more plebeian -pipe, nor did its solace fail to soothe his troubled spirit. - -Thus time slipped away. - -Four bells had struck. - -Ere long they would be thinking of seeking their berths, and for one -Roderic confessed that the summons would not come amiss. - -He yawned several times as though he had not yet been able to make up -the sleep lost while they were in the grasp of the storm, when all -hands found it impossible to remain in their bunks. - -Truth to tell he was thinking that sleep would bridge over the time -until dawn, and cause him to forget his anxieties. - -The lights still glimmered, nor had the sounds of music and revelry -abated one particle. - -Night to the average Spanish mind means a period for chasing dull care -away in music, the dance and carousal. - -While Roderic sat thus, his thoughts flitting from one subject to -another, since no one had spoken for quite some time, a figure -approached which he recognized upon glancing up as belonging to Captain -Beven. - -As the mariner stooped over him he electrified Owen with the few words -he softly uttered. - -"Sir, I have reason to believe the steamer Sterling Castle lies at -anchor just off our port quarter!" - - - - -CHAPTER XI. - -THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK. - - -The news which Captain Beven communicated almost in a whisper to -Roderic had as startling an effect upon that gentleman as though the -guns of the battery that frowned upon their anchorage had suddenly and -without the least warning opened full upon their jaunty craft. - -He sprang to his feet as though urged by a shock from a concealed -galvanic battery. - -Instantly he remembered that Cleo had been close by a short time -before, and his first act was to turn his head and look for her. - -The ladies had however quietly withdrawn, doubtless finding Roderic -very unsociable, and leaving him to the solace of his old pipe. - -Which was a very sensible thing for them to do, considering his -rudeness, he concluded. - -At any rate it left the coast clear, and all minor things had to give -way when this major passion that filled his heart, was concerned. - -"That is what I have been waiting to hear, Captain. Show me the boat -you mean?" he said, as quietly as the bounding of blood through his -veins would allow. - -"Step this way, sir." - -Captain Beven knew _why_ Roderic was so deeply interested in the -Sterling Castle, and as a man who had a family at home in some quiet -little English cathedral town he could respect these feelings of the -ardent lover. - -All the world feels an interest in the course of true love, and every -decent man stands ready to lend a hand if by so doing he may assist in -the anticipated happy outcome. - -In another minute they were leaning over the port quarter. - -"Yonder she lies, riding at anchor. The light is very dim, for the moon -you see sir, is just about going down, and presently we will be in the -dark," said the man of navigation. - -Roderic glued his eyes on the indistinct form of what appeared to be a -steamer, but beyond this fact he was unable to hazard a guess. - -"I see her plainly enough, but what makes you imagine or believe she -may be the vessel I am so anxious about?" he asked. - -Captain Beven was not at all offended. - -He knew Roderic had no idea of questioning his ability to determine -such matters, but was only curious to hear the clinching of the -argument by such means as he might advance. - -Hence, he made answer in the way Roderic most desired, laying down the -logic of events in quick succession. - -Beven, if he had any peculiarity, was rather inclined to speaking -rapidly, and without any useless flow of language. - -Like Grant and other great men of like calibre, of whom history is -full, he believed in getting at the kernel of matters in the least -possible stretch of time. - -"Something familiar about her appearance, even seen under such -disadvantages. Never forget the cut of a boat on which I have -sailed. Then I heard her bell sound--do you know, there are bells -and bells--some have a peculiar ring that you would recognize if you -heard it on a camel in Egypt. The Sterling Castle had such a bell--I -never heard one just like it until a short bit ago when it sounded -four strokes. I tell you sir, it made me jump and rub my eyes, half -believing I was officer of the deck again on board the stanch old -Sterling Castle. And last but not least, there came a man from the -shore rowing past and heading for some German ship over yonder. I -hailed him, and as he came alongside asked him the question. As near as -I could make out he said he believed she was called the Sherwin Castle, -and had just arrived two hours before sundown. That settled it, sir." - -"I should think it did, captain. And so that is the boat. So near and -yet so far. It is very aggravating, captain." - -"Very, sir," solemnly. - -"I have half a notion--" reflectively. - -"Thought you'd say that, sir," rubbing his hands gleefully, as though -anticipating something. - -"To make a little run across to her." - -"Yes, sir, with what object in view?" - -"Oh! merely to ease my mind with respect to her identity, you might -say," carelessly. - -"Of course--quite natural--young blood--always impetuous," commented -the Benedict. - -"And incidentally to see whether I could find some golden opportunity -to have a few words with one who is a passenger on board." - -"Ah! yes." - -The captain placed one finger alongside his nose. - -It was a habit he had when engaged in serious consideration, and -Roderic, who had studied the old sea dog to advantage, felt sure there -would be some result to this incubation. - -Nor was he wrong in his surmise. - -"Well, it could be done, sir," he said. - -"I knew I could trust you to help me out, Heaven bless you, old chap," -said Owen, at once diving for the captain's hand and wringing it with -impetuous ardor quite unlike his usual self possessed manner; but Cupid -has wrought more marvelous changes than this in men. - -"It would not do to go prowling around the craft at this hour of the -night--we might be suspected of being Yankee spies and fired upon." - -"That is true," assented Owen, knowing full well the captain would not -stop there. - -"Now, I know Captain Shackelford well, and it wouldn't be strange for -me to run over to shake hands with the old war dog. Besides, a sailor -has respect for another man's affection regarding a craft he has made -several voyages on, and he'd understand why I want to tread the deck of -the Castle once again. It revives recollections, you know, and throws a -man back years." - -"Just so," commented Roderic, encouragingly. - -"Well, so far, good. Now, if so be you could change your looks a little -bit----" - -Roderic laughed exultantly. - -"I might row you over and go aboard." - -"Consider it done, Captain, and many thanks to you." - -"Don't forget they owe you no good will." - -"And would be only too glad to hang me up to the yardarm if discovered. -Don't worry, my dear fellow. It has been my business to hide my -identity from all sorts of inquisitive people. This comes right in my -line. When will you go?" - -"I can be ready in five minutes, sir, but----" - -"In five minutes I shall be here." - -Then he vanished. - -The captain chuckled so hard he shook like a pyramid of calves foot -jelly. - -"A boy after my own heart, God bless him, and all them that loves the -ladies, are my sentiments. My little woman at home came without any -such hardships, but I honors them as think no danger too great, no -price too dear, when true affection calls. Only I _am_ surprised at his -not falling in love with Miss Fairfax, for unless my old eyes deceive -me she worships the ground he walks on. Well, this is a queer world -anyhow, and remarkable things happen in it," with which sage remark the -old sailor hurried away to fix up a little for his late visit on board -the neighboring craft. - -When he returned to the spot the five minutes had expired. - -Roderic awaited him. - -The captain would never have suspected his identity only that he spoke. - -In that brief space of time Roderic had completely altered his -appearance--instead of a gentleman, well dressed and desirous of only -killing time, he had the look of an ordinary everyday sailor. - -Even his face was altered--Captain Beven never could tell how it was -done, and marveled greatly at the tricks of the trade--but in the semi -darkness it did not look at all like Owen who addressed him laughingly -asking if he would do. - -"Most excellently. By the way I believe in being prepared for -emergencies, even while not in the least expecting a display of force," -significantly. - -"Oh, that's all right," returned Owen, touching his pocket in a -convincing manner. - -The captain laughed. - -"Very good. Now, I'll take a couple of men with us to do the rowing. -They shall remain in the boat while we go aboard. You can act like my -boatswain, if you choose. I know the men to select, smart fellows who -will understand what we're up to, and I'll guarantee they'll not give -the game away. Wait a minute." - -The preliminaries were quickly adjusted. - -A boat being lowered they dropped in. - -The two men knew who their stranger sailor companion was, the captain -having given them a few pointers, deeming it the part of wisdom that -they should not be kept in ignorance, and as Roderic had quickly made -firm friends of all the yacht's crew, by his cheery and hearty ways, -they were genuinely interested in the successful outcome of his venture. - -Poor the sailor who has not sweetheart or wife in port--indeed, they -have been often accused, doubtless falsely, of a predilection for -having a girl in every port. - -The silvery crescent moon just hung trembling above the horizon, -preparatory to taking the plunge that would hide her from view until -another night rolled around. - -Roderic was duly impressed with the witchery of his surroundings, nor -did the romantic nature of his own errand fail to stamp itself upon his -mind. - -Thus they quitted the side of the yacht and headed directly for the -steamer whose vague outlines could just be dimly seen through the haze -and darkness. - -Hardly had they proceeded five boatlengths than Captain Beven who sat -beside him in the stern-sheets, turning his head to take a last loving -glance at his own little craft, uttered an exclamation. - -This of course caused Roderic to follow suit. - -He saw instantly what had caught the old sailor's eye. - -A woman's white duck dress stirred by the night breeze drew his -attention to the quarter deck. - -It was Cleo, who had come on deck again, possibly to discover whether -he had aroused from his state of dreamy forgetfulness. - -Did she know where they were going--was she aware of his presence in -the boat? - -Impossible. - -He might have called out, but that would hardly have been politic--she -should hear the results of the adventure when they returned. - -His attention was now entirely occupied with the craft which their -boat, urged on by the strokes of the two men, was rapidly approaching. - -As she loomed out of the water, even Roderic could see she was fairly -well laden. - -He could imagine the cargo would be one that might prove of great value -to the forces of General Blanco, could it be landed at Havana in spite -of the Yankee fleet lying off that city. - -When they came close up Roderic saw the British flag floating from the -stern. - -Then his eyes sought the smoke stack, and as near as he could judge -in the uncertain light it appeared to answer the description he had -received of the Sterling Castle--the funnel was dark below and light -above, probably buff, with the trade-mark of its line in relief. - -It mattered little, since Captain Beven was about to settle this matter -once and for all. - -Their approach had been noisy enough to attract attention, and as they -came up, a deep voice hailed them. - -It was a decidedly English voice, and the salutation lacked the -extreme courtesy that might have been expected had the vessel floated -the colors of Spain, France or Italy. - -"Hello! the boat--what d'ye want?" - -That was to the point, at least. - -Captain Beven made immediate answer to the effect that it was his -desire to come aboard and pay his respects to his old friend the -skipper, upon hearing which the man who had hailed from the deck sang -out his readiness to receive them. - -It may be readily understood that Roderic found himself alongside the -blockade runner with singular emotions stirring within his mind. - -The remarkable had happened again, for it was quite out of the common -that the two vessels thus came together in the Azores. - -She was aboard this craft, the girl for whom his soul yearned. - -Perhaps he would even see her ere the lapse of many minutes. - -What bliss in the very thought--how could he help it if his traitor -heart bounded tumultuously within its narrow confines? - -Still, he could not count upon it, since "there is many a slip twixt -cup and lip." - -Perhaps she may have already retired for the night, since the hour was -wearing late. - -This hardly struck him as possible, for after the storm, and the -necessity of being confined to the cabin, doubtless the senorita would -be only too glad to pass hours on deck, especially when the night was -so warm below. - -Other things might also influence her. - -The sounds coming over the water, how vividly they must remind her -of dear San Juan, and after an enforced exile from her native city -it would be a pleasure to once more sit and drink in the music and -laughter and song that can always be heard in a Spanish or Portuguese -town after the heat of day has given place to the cool of evening. - -Captain Beven clambered aboard and as though he had already received -his orders to do likewise, Roderic followed suit. - -A number of English sailors stood around as if in curiosity. - -The captain had followed the second officer in the direction of the -cabin, and Roderic moved in the same quarter, as though possessed of -some curiosity regarding the vessel upon which his feet now pressed for -the first time. - -By degrees he thus shook off the inquisitive sailormen who had first -kept an eye on him. - -All the while he was getting closer to the quarter deck, knowing that -here if anywhere, he would be apt to find the object of his search. - -Beven had arranged for at least an hour's stay on board, so there would -be plenty of time to accomplish what he wished. - -When he heard the voice of Georgia near by it sent a thrill through his -heart. - -She was here within a dozen yards of him, this beautiful maid of San -Juan whose presence affected him so strangely, and under whose potent -spell his heart delighted to remain a prisoner, rescue or no rescue. - -How was he to find an opportunity to address her with others near by? - -That must depend upon the good fortune that awaits upon Cupid's -devotees--and Captain Beven, who might be trusted to put in a few good -strokes in order to favor his protege. - -As Roderic slipped closer up to the little ladder that led to the -quarter deck he could plainly discover that besides General Porfidio -there were two gentlemen present on the ground, and these he presently -made out to be the redoubtable Jerome Wellington and a Spanish agent, -possibly the same Senor Roblado, who had shown such a valiant spirit at -the bungalow on the Rathmines road, Dublin. - -Roderic was so eager to approach the girl that he could with a clear -conscience have tossed both of these loquacious worthies overboard into -the waters of the harbor, had he been allowed the chance, and could -this bold move have secured the desired private interview. - -He knew it would not--that he must possess his soul in patience and -await the logic of events. - -Don Porfidio was holding forth upon some favorite topic, and his gruff -voice sounded like the distant boom of breakers on a lee shore. - -Roderic bore no animosity toward the veteran--indeed, he had rather -grown fond of him in times past, and the fact that he was of kin to -Georgia added something to this feeling. - -At the same time he wished the big senor anywhere else than here just -at present. - -There is such a thing as being in the way--at times even three can make -a crowd. - -You see, Roderic was no different from the same old general run -of lovers--every man must be a law unto himself when he finds -circumstances surrounding him with a network of this kind. - -He bided his time and counted the minutes as though they were -freighted with lead, hoping that the gentlemen might suddenly be -assailed by a most amazing thirst that would demand their presence -below decks. - -Such a thing was apt to happen at any time where Don Porfidio was -concerned, as Roderic knew full well from previous experience. - -Ah! some one approached. - -With his heart beating like a trip hammer from mingled eagerness and -anticipation, he slunk back out of sight and waited, hoping that this -might be the earnestly hoped for deliverance. - -It was. - -Captain Beven had done his part well. - -The second officer of the blockade runner appeared on the quarter deck -with his usual bluff announcement. - -"Gentlemen all, the captain has a visitor who desires to make your -acquaintance in the cabin. He has brought over a basket of champagne -with which to drink in memory of old days when he trod this deck in -the duties that I now perform. Gentlemen all, will you be pleased to -accompany me?" - -Would they--Roderic could not but chuckle at the eager haste with -which they bounded from their chairs, and apologizing to the lady for -this necessity that tore them from her charming company, came down the -ladder one after the other, to solemnly march toward the cabin. - -The game had worked. - -Roderic now had the coast clear and it would be his own fault if he -failed to improve the golden opportunity a happy fortune had placed -before him. - - - - -CHAPTER XII. - -THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS. - - -It was no time for delay. - -Enough precious minutes had been already wasted while he listened to -the remarks of the trio upon the upper deck. - -Georgia had made some laughing remark at the haste shown in their -departure--she knew the weakness of Don Porfidio, and rallied them -on their readiness to seek the confines of the stuffy cabin because -forsooth a gentleman had come on board with a basket of champagne. - -Perhaps, woman like, she was a little piqued because they beat such a -hasty retreat. - -Well, there was one ascending the ladder at this very moment whom a -thousand baskets, each loaded to the brim with the finest of Mumms' -Extra Dry could not tempt from the locality which she graced with her -charming presence. - -Roderic mounted eagerly. - -Yes, the coast was clear. - -The young girl sat quite alone, apparently lost in deep thought. - -Around her were several steamer chairs, just as the gallant trio had -left them when they made their hasty escape. - -Roderic's eyes were glued on the girl. - -She had one hand up to her head--her rounded cheek was poised upon the -forefinger, and in the ravished eyes of this enthusiastic adorer she -made the most charming spectacle on earth. - -He drew near, endeavoring to calm the tumultuous throbbing of his heart. - -Heaven was kind to allow him such an opportunity, so much more than he -had expected or even hoped for in his wildest fancies. - -Now he stood behind her--not more than three feet separated them. - -It was a moment of intense suspense, since Roderic hardly knew how he -should make his presence known without alarming the girl, and besides, -wished to become entirely calm ere trusting himself to speak. - -She evidently heard the slight movement he made--at least she seemed -to be aware of his presence, for while she did not move she presently -spoke. - -"Well, you have returned?" - -No answer. - -"I said you had evidently come back, sir." - -"Yes," replied Roderic, weakly. - -"I don't understand why you should," she said, a little scornfully. - -Roderic hardly knew himself, save that somehow for the life of him he -could not help it--there was an attraction in her presence that it was -utterly useless to resist. - -"Nor I," he muttered in reply. - -"Indeed, that is singular. I am sure I can spare your presence when -there is a far greater attraction in the captain's chart room. Pray, do -not deprive yourself of such enchanting society because I shall be left -alone. I have quite consoling company in my thoughts of those far away. -Leave me, therefore, I beg." - -Then it dawned upon the benighted man that this little witch had -been addressing him under the positive belief that it was one of the -gentlemen who had made such a mad bolt for the cabin. - -Her words too gave him a delicious satisfaction--could she refer to him -especially when she thus spoke of those to whom her mind wandered with -pleasure--those who were supposed to be separated by many leagues of -water? - -At any rate he hugged the sweet delusion to his heart--these lovers are -voraciously selfish. - -"Why don't you say something--have you lost your tongue, _amigo_?" she -demanded. - -He still hesitated, and overcome by the temptation of her dear presence -put out a trembling hand and touched her raven hair. - -At this the girl suddenly roused herself and as she turned her head -quickly Roderic found himself looking into those wonderful orbs that -long ago had so riddled his wretched heart that it might have done duty -as a housewife's sieve. - -They were filled with astonishment at first, then indignation and -gathering anger, for this girl of the South had a temper. - -"How _dare_ you touch me?" - -Roderic made a mute appeal, this time with both hands--while she was -talking with gathering emphasis, and really allowing him no opportunity -to open with an explanation, he was thus going through a series of -remarkable gesticulations that would have certainly amused an outside -spectator could he have seen them. - -Even Georgia became conscious that the strange sailor man was -endeavoring to prove his devotion--he clasped his hands and wrung them, -he held out his arms, entreatingly, he pressed one hand over his heart -as he sank on his knee, holding the other as might a princely beggar -soliciting alms. - -All of which at length aroused her feminine curiosity, and she ceased -scolding him for his apparent impudence, to demand wonderingly: - -"Are you mute--have you lost your tongue--why don't you answer and tell -me who are you and what in the name of the Virgin do you mean by such -operatic gestures?" - -His chance had come at last. - -"I want--_you_!" he managed to say, nor was he able to recognize his -own voice. - -"Indeed, you are modesty personified; but I must tell you, Master -Impudence, that you cannot have _me_, and that unless you return -instantly to the quarter where you belong I shall signal to the cabin -and summon assistance. Instantly, do you understand, sirrah?" and she -emphasized the command with an imperious little stamp of her foot upon -the deck, that would have done credit, Roderic thought, to a queen. - -"Yes, I understand," he said, his voice growing bolder as he began to -use it. - -"Then why do you not obey me?" she asked, as if surprised at the -density of his intellect. - -"Because I am bound in chains--because I live only in your -presence--because it would require more resolution than I possess to -voluntarily quit your presence," he declared, warmly. - -Roderic was himself again, evidently--at least he had whipped his -demoralized faculties into line and found his tongue, so that he might -give expression to what was in his heart. - -The effect upon the young woman was plainly perceptible--she seemed -overwhelmed either by the warmth of the sentiments he expressed or some -familiar tone in his ardent voice, possibly both. - -At any rate she no longer threatened to summon assistance from the -cabin of the steamer. - -On the contrary she advanced a step nearer the supposed sailor, and -slowly, wonderingly stretched out an eager hand toward his arm, her -eyes all the while fastened upon his dimly seen face as though she -would there discover his secret. - -"Who--who are you--what right have you to express such sentiments -toward me?" she asked, in a trembling voice. - -Roderic had now grown quite bold. - -"By the right you gave me--by the love that has sent me aboard this -hostile craft just to get one glimpse of your sweet face, to hear your -dearly loved voice, perhaps if Heaven were very very kind, to even -touch your hand reverently with mine. Do you longer question my right?" - -"Sancta Maria! it is he, my Roderic!" - -She held out both hands eagerly and he crushed them within his own. - -What would he not have given for the privilege of taking her wholly -within the shelter of his arms, and pressing her to his loving heart. - -But such action might be seen--they were in a position where their -figures would be outlined in silhouette against the sky, should any of -those upon the lower deck chance to look that way. - -Hence, the lover was forced to be content to press the two hands thus -confided to his trust, though he did manage to bend his head and press -a burning kiss upon each in turn. - -"What wonderful mystery is this--why are you here in this deep -disguise? They told me the Azores were islands of enchantment and -surely I am beginning to believe it," she said, her voice thrilling -with excitement. - -"It is very simple, and I shall quickly explain. But, dearest senorita, -do not forget that I am in the enemy's stronghold. If caught death -might be the price of my daring." - -Then he proceeded to elucidate. - -It was very natural, after all. - -She blushed and thrilled with pleasure to know that she still held this -man's heart in the hollow of her hand--that he had dared all in the mad -desire to once again see her face to face. - -That was a keen satisfaction to one who loved with every fibre of her -being. - -Besides, there was a strong touch of the romantic in his strange -appearance, that was not without its effect upon Georgia--native of -Porto Rico, with some of Spain's most aristocratic blood in her veins, -it was not at all singular that such a deed, savoring of the days of -chivalry when Knights sought peril for the sake of Love, should appeal -irresistibly to her heart. - -She had cherished the memory of how he rushed into danger in Dublin, -impelled by this same magical motive power, and the thought of his -daring had been very sweet to her when seated alone upon the deck of -the steamer watching the rolling billows, or resting in her bijou berth -below. - -No longer could she doubt the ardor of his love, when he showed such a -willingness to risk life in order to prove it. - -So Roderic related the little run of adventure that had befallen him -since last they parted in the dark at the time he emerged from the -cellar of the queer bungalow dwelling. - -It was not much, but as she had experienced the same storm there was at -least a bond of sympathy between them. - -All the while she maintained a nervous watch in the direction of the -steep stair leading up from the lower deck. - -He knew why she exhibited this zeal, and felt flattered. - -It puffs a man up to realize that he is an indispensable condition to -one woman on earth--that she is deeply concerned about his well being; -and when Roderic knew the peril hanging over him caused Georgia such -constant uneasiness he gloried in the fact, simply because it spoke -eloquently of her abiding affection. - -"I fancy Captain Beven will keep the gallant gentlemen enjoying -themselves for some little time yet. He is a capital hand at a yarn, -and with a box of prime Havanas which he says he secured from a trader -who came out to our boat, to back up the basket of champagne Cleo sent -aboard, I imagine he will hold them spellbound until the last cork is -popped and the balance of the weeds sacrificed to the god, Moloch." - -He knew from the uneasy movement of the girl that he had said something -to arouse a new train of thought in her mind. - -"Cleo--she is on yonder boat which I can see through the darkness--your -cousin Cleo. And after having passed days in her society, how do you -find your heart, Senor Roderic--has she still failed to creep in?" she -asked, with a peculiar quivering spasm of pain in her voice. - -"My God, Georgia, how can I make you believe I love, can love no woman -on earth while you live? Is not my presence here at this moment proof -sufficient? You fill my heart to absolute completion, so there in no -room for another. Will you believe that I live and breathe and have my -very being centered on _you_, heart of my heart and soul of my soul?" - -These words, spoken in a low but tense tone, seemed to persuade -her--the magnetism of his presence, the beloved tones of his voice, the -very fervor of his impassioned gaze all served to convince the senorita -that this man whose love had once been sufficient to kindle the fires -of jealousy in his breast, was incapable of deception. - -"I _do_ believe--yes, I trust all my hopes of future happiness in your -hands, for oh! Roderic if your love ever fails me, if it fades away -like a dream, I shall surely die," she made response. - -Of course he felt it his privilege and duty to swear by everything -he held sacred, by the graves of his ancestors, after the Japanese -fashion, that so long as earth held them both, he could neither change -nor his passion grow cold. - -And she believed him from that hour; implicit confidence dwelt within -her trusting heart, and if this man ever did aught to destroy the faith -she placed in his affection let him be accused from that day. - -This was what Roderic was telling himself as he stood there holding her -hand, the magnetic spark flowing from soul to soul. - -He was ordinarily quite a matter of fact man, but even the most prosaic -can be counted on to give way to unheard of romantic tendencies under -the spur of such conditions. - -Time flies with extraordinary swiftness when the moments are freighted -with ecstatic bliss. - -Roderic endeavored to keep his wits about him even while exchanging -these sentiments with the girl of his heart. - -He knew he had enemies near--he had not forgotten the bitterness with -which Jerome hated him and the ardor with which the Spanish plotters -would have sacrificed him when he was held a prisoner in the Dublin -villa. - -It would be a decidedly unpleasant episode in his checkered career -should they capture him on board the Sterling Castle--he was a marked -man in the minds of those whose sympathies were enlisted for Spain, and -they could imagine nothing finer than an opportunity to lay him by the -heels. - -Georgia too was on the watch for danger, since any injury to her lover -must cause suffering in her own devoted heart. - -She imagined the three brave gentlemen when they returned after -finishing the wine and cigars would come as they went, in a bunch. - -If this were the case she would receive ample warning of their -approach--when the voice of the siren was heard rumbling afar it would -be time for Roderic to say good bye, and to get down from that quarter -deck with all due alacrity. - -A chance was given them to speak of the future in the land where fate -was taking them as fast as steam could drive, and Roderic improved the -opportunity to arrange it so that he might be sure of meeting Georgia -should fortune allow him to enter San Juan ere it was surrendered to -General Miles or those under him. - -It looked rosy enough just then while her loved presence beamed upon -him--perhaps later on, with lowering clouds of misfortune shrouding his -future, Roderic might have cause for doubts and fears that it would -require all his personal valor to scatter. - -The warning she counted on failed them, for Don Porfidio knew better -than most men when he had discovered a good thing, and could not be -prevailed upon to leave it short of an earthquake or a simoon. - -Thus it chanced that Jerome returned alone, returned smoking a prime -weed, and possibly filled with the thought of a quiet little flirtation -with the general's charming niece, whose cold treatment of his Beau -Brummel advances had rather piqued his spirit of romantic interest, -and aroused his manly desire for conquest--returned so quietly that -his approach was quite unobserved by the two lovers among the steamer -chairs on the quarter deck until his head and shoulders loomed dimly -into view above the top of the short ladder. - - - - -CHAPTER XIII. - -ADONIS ON A NEW TACK. - - -Ordinarily it took considerable to surprise Jerome Wellington--he -had such good control over his nervous system that he could take in -a philosophical manner much that might have rattled a less collected -customer. - -In plainer words he had studied the art of appearing cool under all -conditions. - -As an adventurer with an enviable record for successful achievements -behind him he had many times found this accomplishment very useful in -carrying out the bold designs necessary to the fulfillment of his game. - -For once at least Jerome was obliged to confess to weakening--for once -his confidence appeared to have overshot its mark, and he even doubted -the positive evidence of his senses. - -He could have sworn that, as his head arose above the level of the -quarter deck he positively saw a common fellow in the dress of a -sailor, standing very very close to the beautiful niece of General -Porfidio--more than this, that he actually had the audacity to raise -her hand to his lips and kiss it--Jerome knew full well what a kiss was -like, and could not be deceived in the sound of one, even when simply -pressed upon a lady's hand. - -Indignation filled his noble breast. - -Since Don Porfidio, gallant son of Porto Rico, was absent from his -post of duty, the pleasant task of defending his ward must fall to -others. - -Undoubtedly this fellow must have used some ignoble means of gaining -the mastery over the young and innocent girl's mind--Jerome had -exhausted his own matchless resources for the last few days in the -endeavor to arouse a responsive feeling in her heart, and possibly felt -considerably piqued just now to discover that what he had failed to -accomplish this son of Neptune had apparently brought about with ease. - -Of course he possessed some wonderful power that aided him in this -revolutionary work--Jerome had read and heard considerable on the -subject of personal magnetism, of hypnotism, the astonishing control -one mind may have over another that nature has so constructed as to -make it subject or tributary to the first. - -What was needed, therefore, was the sudden introduction of a third -resolute body in order to break the magic spell. - -Jerome would be this public benefactor--he was always ready to -sacrifice his own comfort in order to restore natural harmony. - -Having thus quickly decided that it was not only his privilege but a -duty as well, to step between this necromancer and his intended victim, -Jerome set the ball rolling by continuing his upward movement. - -By this time his presence seemed to have become known to those in whose -mutual affairs he was taking such a remarkable interest. - -Strangely enough it was the girl who first detected the fire of his -cigar appearing above the line marking the quarter deck--the girl who -uttered a choking little Spanish exclamation of mingled alarm and -consternation--the girl who even sprang back a step as though to make -it appear that she and the sailor were but engaged in an ordinary -conversation. - -All of which was noted by the newcomer with no little surprise. - -It did not alter his determination to inject his personality into the -game. - -As has been said before Jerome was not a coward, whatever else he may -have been. - -True, it did not require the dashing soldierly qualities of a -D'Artagnan to advance upon a solitary sailorman who had broken the -rules of the ship and pushed his inferior person upon the deck space -reserved for superior beings. - -Jerome solemnly walked toward the fellow. - -He noticed that the chap had not stirred an inch all this while, but -seemed to be awaiting his masterly approach. - -Had the tables been turned, and he been made the subject of the girl's -mesmeric power he could not have stood there more rigid. - -Perhaps he meant to exercise his hypnotic powers upon the new arrival. - -Unconsciously Jerome braced himself against such a dreadful influence. - -Again, it might be fear that paralyzed the fellow--surely, the -spectacle of Jerome striding angrily forward was enough to strike alarm -at the heart of the most valiant--so the said Jerome himself thought. - -Such a thing as even the glimmer of the truth had not as yet even -dawned upon his benighted mind--how was it possible, when he believed -Roderic to be a thousand miles away? - -The situation was exceedingly dramatic when these two men faced each -other, with Georgia hovering near by, ready to invoke the god of peace -if matters grew too stormy, although her last effort in that line, when -Don Porfidio and Roderic crossed swords in the bungalow had not been -much of a success. - -"Well, sir, what do you mean by breaking the rules and thrusting your -unwelcome company upon the quarter deck? If Captain Shackelford was -made aware of this he would use the cat over your stupid shoulders, do -you hear?" - -The sailorman answered not. - -This increased the other's kindling passion, for he foolishly believed -his ferocious appearance had awed the man, and that possibly he could -not reply because his teeth were rattling together like Spanish -castanets. - -He raised his voice higher. - -"Don't imagine I didn't see what was going on. I understand the power -you have exercised over this young lady--the miserable hypnotic -influence you have exerted to control her actions. - -"And let me tell you, fellow, that power ends from this moment. Acting -in the place of her natural guardian, who is unavoidably detained below -just at present--serving in his stead I, Jerome Wellington snap the -chain you have dared to throw about her sacred person. She is free from -this hour, free from your miserable, devilish power. And as for you, -fellow----" - -He stopped as though not yet quite certain as to the extreme course -of punishment that by rights should be meted out for such a condign -offense. - -"Well?" muttered the other, anxious of course to have the agony over -with and the worst known. - -"I am inclined to amuse myself in kicking you off the -quarterdeck--perhaps it may have the effect of also scattering some of -your wonderful magnetic charms, since I have heard that the hypnotic -power is shattered by a shock to the seat of the nervous system." - -These were brave words, truly, but if the man who gave utterance to -them expected the other to show any symptom of fear, he certainly -counted without his host. - -Perhaps he imagined the alarmed sailor would put up a plea for mercy, -would even drop on his knees in suing for pardon. - -Such a melo-dramatic action would be a rare spectacle for the gods--in -order to appear the more heroic in the sight of this fair girl Jerome -might even have magnanimously declined to carry on warfare when the -enemy sued for peace--he was a man who never neglected an opportunity -to pose as a magnificent figure before feminine eyes. - -Contrary to his expectation, however, the affair did not take on this -guise. - -Instead of showing the white feather the enemy at once hoisted signals -of defiance. - -He began to coolly and deliberately roll back the sleeves of his -flannel shirt. - -The act was intended for supreme scorn--it meant that he snapped his -fingers contemptuously in the face of the Adonis--it meant that he -prepared himself in nautical language, to "resist boarders." - -There was trouble in prospect. - -Jerome had gone too far to back down--he must either put his words into -execution or give evidence of cowardice. - -The girl, seeing how matters stood, now endeavored to prevent a rupture. - -"Senor, this is a friend of mine, one I have known a long time. If I -choose to receive him on the quarterdeck that is surely an affair to -be settled with my uncle and the captain. I will relieve you of any -anxiety and responsibility, senor," she said, with pointed emphasis. - -"Pardon, senorita, but it has already gone too deep to be dropped. -There is an issue between this a--humble friend of yours and myself, -which can only be settled by an appeal to arms, not to Caesar. -Therefore, my fine fellow, look you out, for I intend to toss you -down where you belong, since you have positively refused to go there -voluntarily when I gave you the chance." - -He took a step toward Roderic, who calmly awaited for hostilities to -begin. - -There was good reason too why the latter should have become nervous -over the matter. - -It was at this juncture that several violent sneezes were heard -ringing over the vessel, and in this signal Roderic recognized a part -of Captain Beven's design to warn him that he should only be able -to detain the gentlemen a few minutes longer, so that it might be -essential for the lover to make his farewells without further loss of -time, if so be he had been fortunate enough to find an opportunity to -see his charmer. - -Roderic however, was hardly in a position to carry out this programme. - -Jerome showed fight, and it was really too much to expect a man of -Roderic's character to withdraw in ignominious fashion under the very -eyes he adored. - -Plainly he was in for a miserable struggle. - -He deplored this on several accounts, since it might jeopardise his -mission, and moreover place him in a poor light before Georgia, for -what man desires to engage in an ordinary brawl in the presence of the -being he adores. - -There are times however when "needs must when the devil drives," so -that it was not a question of choice but necessity with Roderic. - -About this time the first faint suspicion broke in upon Jerome's mind -to the effect that things might be other than they seemed. - -He had no opportunity to gather up the fragments and link them together -in a chain that might reveal the entire truth--some invisible power -flashed a little thought into his brain--it may have been the attitude -assumed by the sailor as though awaiting his attack, for there was that -about it suggesting the trained athlete and not an ordinary Jack Tar, -clumsy with his fists. - -At any rate what did Jerome do as he came close up but bend his head -forward and fix his steadfast gaze upon the other's face. - -Roderic had deemed his disguise secure, and so it was under all -ordinary pressure. - -It had resisted curious glances from the crew of the blockade runner, -and even Love's eyes had failed to penetrate beneath the surface. - -There is no sight one half so keen as that of burning Hate, which seems -capable of piercing all obstacles set in the way. - -So it came home to Jerome with the rapidity of the lightning's flash, -with whom he had to deal. - -No wonder the man's attitude seemed familiar--no wonder he dared defy -attack--no wonder the lovely Porto Rican belle called him her _friend_! - -And the sudden knowledge galled Jerome. - -Under it he waxed wroth. - -Baffled in his endeavor to secure Miss Fairfax and her millions -because forsooth she chose to fall in love with this traveling agent, -he was now to be beaten in his other little game of occupying Georgia's -heart because Roderic had centered his affection there. - -Ye gods, it was enough to anger the coolest and most diplomatic of men, -and Jerome could not be blamed for letting passion run away with his -better judgment. - -"So, it's _you_?" he grunted, sneeringly. - -Roderic knew his identity was no longer a secret, and that he might as -well throw off the mask he had assumed. - -All he desired now was to so conduct himself in _her_ presence that she -might find no occasion for reproach. - -"Yes, it's no other, Wellington. How is your health these days?" he -said, carelessly, hoping the other might cool down and thus avoid -friction, for if given his own way Roderic would have wished to leave -the steamer peaceably, though ready to do his share in any action that -might be unwisely precipitated by a hot headed antagonist. - -"Better than yours will be presently," was the stinging reply from -Jerome, who accompanied his words with a grin as though in anticipation -he could already see the object of his dislike receiving punishment at -the hands of stern old Captain Shackelford, whose greatest _bete noire_ -was a traitor or a spy. - -"What may that remark mean?" asked Roderic. - -"That you shall be denounced as a spy--that you have crept aboard -this vessel under false colors to learn her cargo and destination -in order that she could be seized by your accursed cruisers on the -blockade--that you have spent these days to advantage in prying out -these secrets and should therefore suffer the usual fate of any common -low spy." - -Roderic still preserved his temper--perhaps the occasion would -presently come when he could repay these insults with interest--it -might be even closer than Jerome suspected, but for the present his -policy was to keep the peace just so long as it could be done with -honor. - -"You seem to imagine I have been on board during the whole voyage?" he -remarked. - -"How could it be otherwise?" demanded Jerome, looking for some secret -trap. - -"Because as you happen to know, I was left behind in Dublin when the -Sterling Castle left the harbor at Kingstown--because I have come on -board to-night with Captain Beven, who so royally entertained you in -the cabin just now, at the expense of myself and my Cousin Cleo, the -owner of the steam yacht Beven commands. As to my motive in boarding -your boat, I am not ashamed to admit it to you, sir--it was to see and -converse with this lady, who holds the first place in my heart, and -whom God willing, I expect some day to claim as my wife. That is all, -sir." - -It should have been enough. - -Had Jerome been as sensible in this game as he had proven himself -in various others he must have realized that this determined act of -Roderic took him once and for all out of the chase for the Fairfax -millions and virtually left the field to him. - -But something had occurred to make a change in the schemer's plan of -campaign--he was not as hot after those millions just now as he had -been in the past. - -Truth to tell a face had bewitched him and even the elegant Don Juan -found his Waterloo in the daughter of Porto Rico--yes, he had to admit -the stinging fact that after playing at love all these years he was now -actually smitten. - -"You are mistaken, Owen, that is not all. I have serious doubts -concerning the truth of your story--I rather imagine you are bent on -killing two birds with one stone, and intended learning all about this -boat--that your seeking an audience with the senorita"--bowing in her -direction--"was but an afterthought. However, it does not matter. I -have an unpleasant duty to perform." - -"Indeed! What might that be?" - -"Arresting you, and taking you before the captain charged with being a -spy." - -"You wouldn't try that, Wellington?" - -"Oh! I wouldn't--perhaps you doubt my ability?" - -"I simply warn you against it. I should hate to offer violence in the -presence of a lady--" - -"Don't mind me, Senor Roderic--you have my permission to defend -yourself even if by so doing you are compelled to spoil the gentleman -beau's classic features!" cried the little senorita, ready to display -her colors. - -"That settles it--will you come with me peaceably or forcibly?" -demanded the enraged Jerome, stretching out a powerful arm. - -"Neither, thanks," replied Roderic, stepping back. - -"Then here's at you for keeps," and Wellington plunged forward with -impetuous zeal. - -Senorita Georgia had great faith in the individual prowess of her -betrothed, whom she had seen come out victor in other affairs, yet -Jerome was no stripling, and besides, assistance for him might arrive -at any moment--so she stood behind the barricade of steamer chairs and -fervently besought the Virgin to favor the cause of the brave man she -loved. - - - - -CHAPTER XIV. - -A CHASE TO THE YACHT. - - -Possibly Jerome Wellington had made a study of the tactics employed so -successfully by the great and famous general whose name he bore with so -little lustre. - -At any rate he believed in a quick and masterly attack, whereby the -enemy might be demoralized, providing said enemy chanced to be inferior -to him in power or endurance. - -Roderic did not deceive himself with any false hope that the game was -not worth the candle, nor that his opponent intended only a gigantic -bluff. He had prepared for business, and meant to be in the game from -start to finish. - -Besides, deep down in his heart he realized that the handsome Adonis -had been playing his cards with the idea of centering the affections of -the charming Georgia upon himself, and this alone was a positive crime -in the eyes of the man who lived only to win her for his own. - -That rampant spark of jealousy has much to account for in this -world--kingdoms have fallen, principalities been sacked, and countless -homes been broken up because of it; while on the other hand it has -urged men to great and noble deeds in order to win in the game of -hearts. - -Roderic, therefore, rather enjoyed the prospect of a little bout with -this dashing cavalier whom he had once called his friend--he believed -it would do him a world of good to embrace Jerome--he had more than -once suspected that the modern Beau Brummel was guilty of the awful -crime--in a gentleman--of wearing stays inside his coat, so that he -might appear more military in his figure; and the opportunity was at -hand to ascertain the truth. - -Thus he stretched out his arms and took the man who leaped forward, to -his heart. - -Such an embrace as he gave the Adonis--Georgia thought she heard his -ribs crack under the anaconda-like strain, and his tongue certainly did -protrude from between his teeth. - -Again Captain Beven's accommodating sneeze sounded like a trumpet -through the vessel. - -It was the last call--the little party was in the act of leaving the -cabin--he had exhausted all his resources in the endeavor to hold them -back a while longer. - -Roderic was hardly in a condition to carry out his part of the -programme, nor did he care very much, now that his secret had been -juggled with, and the truth must be made known to all. - -First Jerome should be attended to. - -His ardor had really run away with his usual discretion--it must be -cooled off, and Roderic for one knew a means of accomplishing the same. - -Time was a factor in his calculations also, since at any moment General -Porfidio and the others were apt to appear on the scene. - -The little De Brabant had ceased uttering confused prayers to the -Virgin for her lover's safety, since he had thus speedily reduced the -blustering hero to a state of "innocuous desuetude"--she was now more -deeply concerned in the manner whereby the said Senor Roderic was to -free himself from the incubus that held on with such a tenacious grip. - -"Drop him over the rail, _amigo_--a bath, give the handsome Adonis -a bath--it will surely be good for his complexion. The rail Senor -Roderic--it is close at your hand and _so_ convenient. Besides, better -such a soft fall than broken bones on the lower deck!" - -Thus she cried in her excitement, modulating her voice until it was -hardly more than a tense whisper. - -And Owen knew it was not so much resentment against Jerome for his -persistent attentions as the eager desire to serve the man she adored, -that actuated her course. - -The voices of the gentlemen could be plainly heard as they emerged from -the chart room and sauntered toward the side of the steamer where Beven -had left his yawl--no doubt the visitor was still cracking some of -his old chestnut jokes, for the laughter of Don Porfidio bubbled over -almost continually--besides; that champagne had been very extra dry. - -At any rate the suggestion advanced by Georgia coincided with Roderic's -own views on the subject. - -Perhaps Jerome, had he been given a voice in the matter, as the party -most interested, might have strenuously objected--baths he liked, -indeed, was very partial to, in their proper season, but to be thus -unceremoniously tumbled from the deck of a steamer into the briny deep, -with his most elaborate evening garments on his person was really too -much of a good thing, and he must have protested earnestly could he but -have found wind with which to clothe his argument. - -That luxury was in a great measure denied him, and the best he could do -was to make a feeble kick against the decision of the fair court being -carried into execution. - -It counted for nought. - -The American having started could hardly be restrained--once the match -is applied to a train of powder it is difficult to prevent the fire -from running its entire length. - -So Jerome was dragged ignobly over the deck to the rail, past the -beauty who had ordered his ducking--he endeavored to so wind himself -about the affections and also the limbs of his intended executioner -that the latter would have to change his desperate plans or else take -the plunge in his delectable company; but Roderic knew a trick or two -that might be used with profit under such conditions, and he readily -broke the hold of the desperate and vanquished beau. - -Then came the finish. - -Wellington took a tumble. - -He exhausted what breath he chanced to have in his lungs with one awful -whoop as he went plunging down, arms and legs outspread after the -manner of a gigantic frog. - -Perhaps he found some satisfaction in the fact that he made the -greatest splash ever known in that lovely harbor, a splash that would -go down in the annals of the Azores as beyond all precedent, and which -suddenly quelled the merry laughter, together with sounds of music that -had floated across the bay. - -It is worth considerable to excel in _something_, even if it is only a -ducking. - -Roderic had crossed the Rubicon. - -He knew his summary treatment of the Adonis would create tremendous -excitement on board the blockade runner. - -There were English sailors in charge and these men could not be -treated with the same measure of scorn that he might have bestowed had -they one and all been Spaniards. - -Nevertheless Roderic was far from being panic-stricken in any sense. - -He had no sooner dropped Jerome over the rail than he turned to -Georgia, and as the noise of the splash still sounded, said grimly: - -"He has been disposed of as you suggested, sweetheart. Let us hope the -temperature of the water will be sufficient to cool his ardor." - -"But you must fly--_sanctissima!_ they will harm, perhaps murder you, -and I should never forgive myself for having been the cause. Go, Senor -Roderic, go with all haste!" she exclaimed, her hands on his arm, her -lustrous midnight orbs glowing as they filled with intense excitement. - -The man either had a contempt for the peril that threatened or else -hardly grasped its serious nature--at least he showed a recklessness -in dealing with the situation that might possibly have been expected -when the fact of his having Irish blood in his veins was taken into -consideration, for seldom have Ireland's sons been in battle without -leading some forlorn hope in the van. - -"Not until you tell me again that you love me," he declared, eagerly. - -Some men would have called him a fool, but evidently they could never -have adored a woman--to the man who loves, all else gives way before -his passion. - -So nature has constituted him. - -"You already know it," she said, quickly, endeavoring to push him -towards the ladder, and even her eagerness to insure his safety was a -source of deep satisfaction to the lover. - -"But I must hear you say it--consider, weeks may elapse before I see -you again and I shall be exposed to all manner of danger. Tell me," he -insisted with a determination nothing could move but acquiescence. - -Perhaps there was one particular danger in her mind that would hover -over him constantly, and against which she in her innocent, loving -heart prayed that he might be delivered--Cleo. - -However, she realized that he would accept no half way compromise. - -The sailors on board were shouting and running to the rail to ascertain -what species of porpoise or shark kicked up such a fiendish racket -alongside their vessel, for the wretched Jerome, unable to shout, and -actually half strangled, was threshing the water like a young steam -engine in the endeavor to keep himself afloat and frighten away the -voracious monsters of the deep. - -"_Carramba!_ foolish man to risk so much for a woman's word. Know then -that I do love you with all my heart and soul--the good Father above -preserve you, for me!" - -It was all he asked. - -He snatched one burning kiss and then with a hasty "adieu, beloved," -sprang to the ladder. - -It was time. - -The ship was heaving with commotion. - -Had the startling cry of "fire," always dreaded above all else at sea, -been sounded aboard the blockade runner, loaded as she was with much -ammunition, it could hardly have created greater excitement than now -reigned. - -Roderic remained quite cool, which was an advantage to the success of -his venture. - -Garbed as he was as a sailor any one might have taken him for one of -the crew hastening to his station, since the boatswain's shrill whistle -had called the sailormen to man one of the boats. - -It was easy enough work dropping down the ladder, but as some one -chanced to be ascending it at the same time an unavoidable collision -ensued. - -Consequently Roderic and the unknown came to the lower deck in a bunch, -and being above, the American found a comfortable lodging place on the -body of his confrere. - -He did not linger. - -One ejaculatory Spanish swear word from the ascending figure as he -swooped down upon him gave Roderic a pretty good idea as to his -identity. - -Wretched Roblado, fated to again endure all the flings of outrageous -fortune at the hands of the man from over the sea! - -Roderic halted not neither to assist the damaged Spaniard to arise nor -to offer apologies for such unceremonious conduct. - -At such times men cannot be particular as to their _modus operandi_ in -conducting their retreat--the end justifies the means. - -Happily he had not been at all injured by the fall. - -He heard an anxious exclamation skyward and had a glimpse of Georgia -looking over the edge of the upper deck. - -It was just like the man to wave his hand and even kiss his fingers -to the girl ere resuming his course toward the spot where in all -probability Captain Beven anxiously awaited his coming. - -A splash announced the launching of a boat. - -It was fortunately on the other side of the steamer, since Jerome had -gone over to port. - -Even such a small matter might count in the end, should pursuit be -inaugurated when Wellington was rescued and managed to regain enough -breath to splutter out the facts. - -At any rate Roderic made a note of this point which was all the more -singular because he had other fish to fry just then. - -Fortunately no one attempted to stay his flight--fortunately for them -perhaps, as well as his own success, for Roderic was just in the humor -to handle any interference roughly. - -What he had just passed through had the effect of arousing the lion -that lay beneath the surface in his nature, and he was in a condition -to do more than his share of battle. - -Passing the groups of sailors hurrying to the rail, he crossed the deck -to where he believed Beven awaited him, for a glimpse of one or more -figures in this quarter announced that it was not deserted. - -To his surprise he saw two men. - -Captain Beven had company, and Roderic at first glance guessed the -identity of that tall figure. - -It was Don Porfidio. - -He had walked with the captain to where his yawl awaited, instead of -proceeding to the quarter deck; and now he was also able to resist the -temptation to rush across to the other rail in order to gratify his -natural curiosity. - -It meant something. - -Don Porfidio had somehow guessed the truth, or been let in on the -ground floor by Beven. - -Was it war, or peace? - -Roderic should have disliked the job exceedingly had he been compelled -to administer any sort of drubbing to his excellency the good and gruff -don, but nevertheless had the fates demanded it he must have obeyed the -call to duty. - -On the whole, therefore, he was well pleased when the big Porto Rican -soldier suddenly thrust out his hand, saying: - -"_Por Dios!_ I honor a brave man who risks much to see one he loves. -Senor Owen, success to you!" - -Roderic took the hand that was offered--he had much respect for this -patriot and veteran. - -"Thank you, senor," he replied. - -"All is well?" - -"Delightfully so." - -"_Cospita!_ good. And pray, what is the cause of all that wonderful -splashing yonder?" asked the don, as if suspecting that the Yankee knew. - -Roderic, already in the act of following Captain Beven down the rope -ladder that stretched to the yawl below paused long enough to look up -at the general, and laughing say: - -"Ask Jerome!" - -"Aha! it is as I thought--ask Jerome--undoubtedly Senor Wellington has -met his Waterloo." - -But Owen had already dropped down the side of the blockade runner and -into the boat. - -Hardly had he gained the yawl than Beven, who was in the stern sheets -said huskily: - -"Push off, and away. Pull like tigers, my hearties, for unless all -signs fail we may have a chase before we reach the yacht." - -The men needed no urging. - -Once clear of the steamer and they began to ply their ashen blades with -an energy that sent the little boat flying through the water. - -It was a period of suspense. - -Roderic kept his eyes fastened upon the stern of the steamer, for in -this quarter would the pursuit be inaugurated, should one follow. - -The shouts had ceased. - -An ominous silence seemed to rest upon the scene. - -All depended upon whether the wretched Jerome, upon being rescued from -the bay, was in a state to disclose what he knew, and the readiness -that bold Captain Shackelford would show in following up the clue thus -given. - -And as he looked, too soon he saw the boat shoot into view propelled by -sturdy arms. - -"Faster!" cried Beven at the same moment. - -There were six pair of English arms against two, but the little yawl -was light and trimly built, so the chances seemed pretty evenly divided. - -Roderic surveyed the chase as calmly and critically as though it were -a college regatta, with an ordinary loving cup as the stake instead of -his own liberty, perhaps his life. - -"Captain, we shall make it," he said, quietly. - -"Undoubtedly," replied laconic Beven, whose practiced eye had also -measured the distance yet to be traversed, and the slow if steady gain -made by their pursuers. - -"Steady, boys, do your level best," he added, and the sturdy tars -grunted as they strained at the oars until the veins stood out like -whip cords on their brows. - -Meanwhile from the pursuing craft came a variety of oaths and -exclamations characteristic of the bold adventurer Shackelford, and by -means of which he doubtless expected to secure better work from his -toiling men; while Jerome, having recovered his tongue, and boiling -over with rage, joined his shrill voice to that of the captain, -promising fabulous rewards--which he would doubtless pay in notes -if called upon--should they overhaul the will-o'-the-wisp boat that -tauntingly kept just so far ahead. - -It was quite exciting while it lasted. - -This romantic harbor in the peaceful Azores had seldom known a more -remarkable scene. - -Pity it was the darkness robbed those who might have enjoyed the -spectacle, of such a rare sight. - -The steam yacht was now close at hand and while those who pursued still -kept up their mad pace it must have been painfully evident to them that -the chase was hopeless. - -Perhaps the daring spirit who led them on had desperate designs of -boarding the yacht and dragging away the object of their vindictive -spleen. - -Captain Beven was holding the tiller ropes and under his skillful -guidance the yawl turned the yacht's stern, coming up alongside. - -Instantly a hand clutched the painter. - -"Aboard with you!" called the skipper. - -Roderic was the first to spring on deck, but the others were at his -heels. - -To sight the oncoming boat was now their design, and accordingly they -leaped across the deck, believing Shackelford would head direct for -that nearer quarter. - -Nor were they mistaken in this surmise, for as they reached the -rail the boat from the blockade runner shot under them and hauled up -alongside. - - - - -CHAPTER XV. - -CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT. - - -Shackelford was a daring spirit, one of those Britons who have carried -the flag into remote passes of the Indian border, and whom the -desperate fortunes of war never daunt. - -He had doubtless led charges into the jaws of death, and passed through -adventures enough to fill volumes. - -In this case however, it was Tartar against Tartar--British bulldog -_vs._ British mastiff. When he rubbed up against such men as Beven and -Roderic Owen, he met those who were of his own calibre, and should the -affair come to blows it promised to be a pretty sight. - -When our friends reached the side of the yacht, the sailors were -already there, at least those on deck; and some signal must have -been given below as the boats approached, for the watch off duty was -tumbling out quite ignorant as to what might be required of them, but -ready, like all seamen of their nationality to do their duty with vigor. - -"Hold off--our orders are not to receive visitors after ten o'clock!" -cried Beven, as he saw Shackelford rise to his feet. - -"We mean to come aboard," said that worthy. - -"Then you go back quicker than you come." - -"Beven, I am surprised." - -"At what?" - -"Your deceiving us." - -"Nonsense, my visit was in good faith." - -"You came with a secret object in view--you kept us engaged below while -your confederate examined our vessel." - -"It was prime champagne, Shack." - -"Granted, but"--and here he relieved himself by a tremendous expletive, -"why did you put that spy aboard of us?" - -"In the first place Mr. Owen is no spy. He cares little or nothing what -cargo you carry, but he is deeply interested in petticoats--your young -lady is his betrothed, and he vowed he would go with me on board just -to see her. Shackelford, that's a man after your own heart." - -And Shackelford, realizing the truth of this point blank assertion -could only growl. - -"Interrupted in his _tete a tete_ with the young lady by your gentleman -there, they had words, being rivals, and it resulted in Mr. Owen -tossing the elegant Adonis overboard. Shack, that is just what you -would have done, confound you." - -Shackelford could not deny it. - -Really Captain Beven should have been a lawyer, since he knew so well -how to draw the fire of his adversary, and leave him not a foot upon -which to stand. - -"For you to force your way to the deck of my craft under these -conditions I should consider a high act of piracy and I assure you my -men stand here ready to back me up in all I do. Is it so, men?" - -A hearty "ay, ay sir" came ringing from the crew. - -"Now Captain Shackelford, if you choose to board me you do so at your -own risk. There be English arms and hearts here just as stanch as your -own. Come by daylight and by Heavens I will receive you as an honored -guest--yes, and open another basket of champagne for the occasion; but -I beg of you let discretion play the part of valor now." - -Shackelford knew he held a weak hand--that any attempt to board this -craft flying the British jack and drag from her deck a subject of the -United States foreign diplomatic service would not only embroil him in -present difficulties and probably result in a broken head, but future -results promised to make things exceedingly lively for him. - -Great Britain was going out of her way to bring about an era of good -feeling between America and the mother country--she had shown in many -matters how sincere her sympathies were and that blood was thicker than -water. - -Hence, he might expect severe handling from the legal and military -authorities of both countries. - -Although Bob Shackelford had always been accounted pretty much of a -dare devil he really drew the line at throwing his gauntlet into the -ring and sending a defiance to two nations--that would probably be a -little too strong for his blood. - -Here was a chance to draw out with honor. - -Shackelford accepted the olive branch. - -"Well, Beven, you put the matter pretty strongly, and I am inclined to -yield. Give me your solemn pledge that this gentleman boarded us as a -lover and not as a spy, and," here he expressed himself very forcibly -in the genuine Shackelford style--"I'll draw off and spare you the gore -of battle that must come when Greek meets Greek." - -"I give you that pledge," replied Beven, readily. - -"Why did he go in disguise then?" was the final query from the other, -who had not as yet grasped the full significance of affairs. - -"Because he had enemies on board yonder boat--you carry Spaniards, and -his country is at war with Spain. They want him badly, and he is no -fool. Captain, I am under obligations for your courtesy. Come and see -me to-morrow and I'll keep my promise." - -Shackelford smacked his lips. - -"By Jove! I'll try and oblige you, my boy," he declared, -enthusiastically, as he dropped down upon the thwart. - -The incident was closed. - -There would be no broken heads, no old time boarding of the craft, no -hot time in the harbor _that_ night. - -Reason had resumed her sway, pushing valor and blind passion into the -background. - -One there was whom disappointment cut to the quick. - -A figure arose in the boat, a bedraggled figure, with one arm of his -evening coat almost divorced from its moorings on account of the vigor -shown by the British tars in dragging the owner aboard--a figure that -was just the opposite of the usually dandified Jerome, the pink of -neatness, the epitome of current style. - -"What," he ejaculated, "you decline to go aboard and drag the fellow -away? I am astonished beyond measure--I did not expect this of you, -Captain Bob." - -"Well, I'm satisfied with the explanation given. If you still object, -sir, we'll hold the boat here and let you go aboard and get him. Of -course you'd have to shoulder the whole responsibility--" - -"Pull away," muttered Jerome, suddenly dropping back to his seat and -endeavoring to look as small as possible. - -Roderic guessed the reason. - -The Adonis had discovered that he was the cynosure of bright eyes from -the cabin--all this excitement had not passed without arousing Cleo and -Miss Becky--the former had not really retired at all, but awaited her -cousin's return from his mission of love--perhaps her earnest prayers -had followed him, even to the arms of her successful rival. - -The blockade runner's boat shot quickly over the darkened water toward -the lights that indicated the spot where the steamer was anchored. - -Thus the coast was again clear. - -Captain Beven turned and shook Roderic's hand. - -He was bubbling over with suppressed laughter. - -"Congratulations, sir, over your success. A miss is as good as a mile, -they say," he declared. - -"Ah!" remarked the satisfied lover, "in this case it is a senorita, and -she is worth many miles. My thanks are due to you, captain, for the -able assistance given. May all our future plans be founded on as firm a -basis." - -"Amen," said Beven, solemnly. - -He was thinking of that basket of very Extra Dry, and the taste still -lingered as though its memory would haunt him for many a day. - -For once he stood ready to immolate his comfort on the altar of -friendship every night, providing the emolument came in such pleasant -fashion. - -They chatted a short time, and generally upon the subject mostly in -evidence. - -Beven was naturally curious to hear how the Adonis, who was no milk and -water warrior himself, came to take such a fearful plunge into the bay. - -He could give a shrewd guess that the act had not been a voluntary one -on his part, and desired to hear what share Roderic had in it. - -This was soon told in the most matter of fact fashion by the modest -young man--indeed, one might almost imagine from his manner of putting -it that Jerome had fallen overboard instead of being tossed there. - -Beven knew how to put his own construction on the incident, and could -guess just what his principal had done. - -Roderic was really unfitted for sleep after such an hour of intense -excitement, and thought he would walk the quarterdeck for a time until -his pipe had soothed the excited nerves and brought him to a condition -where slumber might be possible. - -He had not been back and forth a dozen times ere a girlish figure -joined him. - -Of course it was Cousin Cleo, who desired to share his walk and mayhap -his confidence, even though what he might relate would cut keenly. - -The moth will persist in fluttering about the bright flame of the -candle even after its wings are slightly singed. - -Silly moth--wicked candle! - -And yet the world goes on, new moths come and the same old story with -variations, is repeated. - -Roderic professed to be displeased at the idea of Cleo coming up to -join him in this midnight tramp. - -Secretly the man was delighted, for he felt the human desire to -confide his hopes and fears in a sympathetic ear, and though he would -rather it had been some one else than Cleo, still, she knew much of -his love affairs, and had promised to be a sister to him--he would be -egotistical and foolish to ever believe that she cared for him other -than a dear sister might. - -"My dear cousin, why do you come on deck--don't you know that at this -hour in this semi-tropical climate the dew is falling, and it is very -unhealthy for one to be exposed to the night air?" - -She laughed in his face. - -"Well, you are to blame. I should have been in my little bunk and -probably far away in the Land of Nod had you been content to remain -aboard and not start out on a very Quixotic errand. But I am only -joking, Roderic. You have met with adventures, of that I am sure from -what I saw and heard. Poor Jerome has once more crossed your path and -found it one of thorns. Now, you must tell me all that happened, do you -hear, Sir Galahad?" - -A little hand slipped through his arm, and Roderic found himself -obliged to surrender. - -So, as they walked up and down he told the story of what had occurred; -several times they paused at the rail to look at the riding lights that -marked the position of the blockade runner, and while one sighed in -rapturous satisfaction at the thought of the beauty aboard the Sterling -Castle, the other experienced quite a different emotion. - -Cleo asked questions, and seemed bound to know all, so he felt -compelled to tell her. - -Her interest in Georgia grew with each passing day, and strange to say -the yearning to meet and know this daughter of the tropics became an -absorbing dream--she felt as though destiny drew their life lines in -the same channel, these two who both loved Roderic Owen. - -Perhaps he was wise enough to refrain from entering into minute -particulars when describing the interview with Georgia--even men -head over heels in love are given a small amount of common sense on -occasions of this kind. - -Finally Roderic persuaded her to retire. - -The hour was late and he himself now confessed to drowsiness. - -By this time the town had given up its mad merriment--gone were many -of the lights and the music of the band had long since ceased to be a -factor in the mighty drama. - -Even in the romantic Azores men must take a portion of the night for -sleep--it cannot be given wholly over to song and amusement. - -Captain Beven was a wary old sea dog. - -He believed an ounce of prevention to be much better than a pound of -cure. - -There was no danger in sight, and probably it would be an act of -madness on Shackelford's part to attempt to board the steam yacht under -cover of darkness and secure the person of the man who had been aboard -the blockade runner in disguise. - -All the same, chances or not, Beven did not intend to neglect any -precaution, for he was a man who did not believe in being caught -napping. - -To shut the door after the horse was stolen might be good policy with -some men, but his idea lay in securing it ere this event happened. - -Before retiring Roderic had an interview with the captain, and learned -that worthy's views. - -Then he sought his little stateroom. - -As fortune would have it he was situated on that side of the boat -nearer the steamer, and from either one of the bulls-eye openings he -could see the uncertain dark mass that told just where the blockade -runner lay, as well as her twinkling riding lights which must be kept -burning the livelong night in order to prevent accident should arriving -vessels enter the snug harbor. - -And Roderic stood there a long time, his eyes fixed upon the inchoate -outlines of the Sterling Castle, as one might gaze upon a vessel that -bore his fate. - -Many thoughts occupied his mind--he lived over again the past with its -joys and sorrows, and even attempted to raise the veil of the future -to see whether it held a gleam of Paradise; but this must all remain -surmise and uncertainty, since it is not given to mortal vision to see -beyond the present. - -The night passed without an alarm. - -Evidently Shackelford was a man of discretion as well as astonishing -boldness, for there is such a thing as uniting the two qualities. - -Roderic aroused early enough. - -The morning had just broken and the glowing eye of old Phœbus was -glancing above the horizon when he proceeded to dress. - -This operation had been about completed when, by chance of course, he -looked out of the port hole to see just how far they were from the -steamer, since darkness had been upon land and water during the little -drama of the preceding night. - -To his surprise he failed to behold the object of his solicitude. - -He rubbed his eyes and looked again--surely he must be dreaming, or -else with a change of tide the steam yacht had headed another way, -cutting him off from the view he had before obtained. - -And yet, so far as he could tell his lookout still faced the town and -port, and he could swear the blockade runner should lie between. - -Mayhap Shackelford had taken his craft in to a dock for some purpose. - -Roderic snatched up his marine glasses and scanned the shore line. - -There was only disappointment awaiting him. - -The yellow and black funnel of the Sterling Castle was conspicuous only -by its absence. - -One chance remained--that the steamer had changed her anchorage. - -He hurriedly completed his toilet and rushed on deck. - -A sweeping glance around told the story, for the blockade runner was no -longer in the harbor. - -Captain Beven saluted from a point forward and beckoned him to approach. - -"Looking for the steamer--left port an hour or more before crack of -dawn--yonder she goes, headed straight for the Antilles." - -Following the captain's extended finger Roderic saw the smoke of a -steamer hanging on the horizon. Somehow his heart gave a leap after it, -for the girl he adored was aboard the vanishing craft. - -"When do we follow, captain?" he asked, composedly. - -"Within six hours at the latest," was the reply and when that time had -expired they too were moving over the trackless Atlantic headed due -south west. - - - - -CHAPTER XVI. - -THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN. - - -Upon a stormy night, when the moon was utterly concealed by dark ragged -masses of clouds that rolled up from the south in serried columns like -an army advancing to battle, Roderic viewed the prospect from the deck -of the Dreadnaught with the philosophical coolness that seemed a part -of his nature; and yet he knew what one of these summer storms in the -tropics meant as well as any man. - -It came in an unfortunate time, just when they prayed for fair weather, -since it was Roderic's design to be put ashore on the coast of Porto -Rico not many miles from San Juan, before the little steam yacht -entered the fortified harbor. - -The situation had been carefully studied by Owen, and his plans altered -to conform to the new arrangement of affairs. - -There was a pretty good chance that the Sterling Castle would put into -San Juan ere attempting to run the Havana blockade. - -In fact this was almost a certainty, since she carried as passengers -those who were desirous of landing on Porto Rico soil. - -This being the case it was reasonable to suppose that Jerome and his -Spanish allies would take advantage of the first opportunity to warn -the officials at the capital regarding the presence of a Yankee secret -agent on board Cleo's yacht; and that the entry of the Dreadnaught into -the fortified harbor where Admiral Sampson's guns had played havoc -earlier in the game would open a system of annoying espionage, even if -it did not result in a bold search for the spy. - -There was one way to avoid this. - -He must go ashore secretly and enter San Juan by the backdoor. - -His acquaintance with the city and its surroundings would serve him in -good stead, as must also his knowledge of the Spanish character and -language. - -Roderic had his bold plans all arranged and was therefore a little -annoyed when fickle Nature threatened to interfere with their smooth -sailing. If the tropical storm had only held off another hour all would -have been serene. - -They had had glimpses of Porto Rico's fair shores during the last few -hours, and Roderic might have landed in comfort. - -Two things restrained him--the lack of suitable transportation -facilities to the capital, and the presence of Spanish soldiers -scattered along the shore, and revealed through the glasses. - -Night was absolutely necessary for the successful carrying out of his -plans, and even then there had been danger from discovery on account of -the moon. - -The storm obviated this, while it bred new perils of its own. - -Roderic decided to risk it. - -Delay meant more danger for Cleo, since every hour spent upon that -coast in a gale of wind, during the hurricane season of the year was -tempting Providence. - -Once he was off their hands he could run away from the coast or else -make for the shelter of San Juan harbor, which would surely not be -refused any friendly craft on such a wretched night. - -So Roderic made all his preparations and transformed himself into a -dark visaged Spaniard. - -Cleo looked him over carefully, and tried her best to appear satisfied, -though there was a haunting gleam of dread in her blue eyes, and her -lips trembled, despite all attempts to show a resolute front. - -She knew what risks he was taking for his country. - -The same bold spirit that influenced Hobson and Blue and Wainwright -in their desperate ventures grew rampant in Roderic Owen's breast--a -strong desire to strike a blow for his beloved flag, to cripple the -power of the proud Spaniard and hasten the day of his final departure -from the Western Hemisphere. - -Captain Beven had anchored his craft and now came to announce the boat -in readiness that was to take him ashore. - -Roderic took his cousin's hand in both his own. - -"Your pure heart will pray for me I know. It is a greater satisfaction -to me than words can tell. Remember what I promised of San Juan. We -will, God willing, soon meet again. As your cousin, your brother, dear -Cleo, allow me a brother's loving privilege." - -He kissed her farewell. - -Nor as he turned hastily to follow Beven to the waiting boat, did he -see the glowing flush that instantly suffused her face, to as rapidly -vanish, leaving her deathly pale and trembling like an aspen leaf. - -The ride ashore was exhilarating to say the least. - -Great waves rolled on the beach, and none but practical, experienced -seamen could have managed so light a yawl without disaster. - -But Roderic had no fear--he knew what these trained muscles could do. - -Several times they seemed threatened with dire disaster, but on each -occasion the second officer's judgment in manipulating the boat averted -destruction. - -Thus the cockle shell craft entered the white crested breakers, where -they surged upon the shore with a roar like unto that of thunder. - -This was the most interesting moment of all, as riding one of the -rollers they rushed in like a race horse on the home stretch. - -Then Roderic saw the palm trees against the sky line almost overhead, -and he knew they were almost ashore. - -A grating sound under their keel announced the receding of the billow. - -Instantly every sailor leaped overboard, up to his knees in salt water, -and the boat thus lightened was run ashore. - -And in this manner Roderic Owen once again found himself on Spanish -soil--two years had passed since in anger he had kicked the dust of -Porto Rico from his shoes, and registered a solemn vow never to tread -its shores again while his good sense remained. - -This occurred to him now as a very grim joke, for here he was once more -landed on that same fated soil; and what was even more singular as -fully bent as ever upon his chase after beauty. - -Time alters many cases, resolutions fade with age, and circumstances -govern our actions to a remarkable degree. - -Of course it was absolutely necessary that the second officer and his -men should return to the yacht without delay. - -Roderic squeezed the bold fellows by the hand and watched them launch -their boat through the surf. - -Twice they were driven back. - -It was a ticklish job. - -Such men could not be daunted by difficulties, even when out of the -common, so they made a still more resolute attempt. - -The third trial was a grand success--sturdy British muscle had -conquered over the forces of Nature, and Roderic knew they were off. - -He waited and watched until he saw a light flash up three times far out -on the stormy waters, which was the signal agreed upon to announce the -safe return of the yawl. - -Then with a sigh he turned away. - -His business was now to enter San Juan. - -It must prove one that would necessitate great caution and considerable -endurance on his part, for since the bombardment of the ports by -the American fleet as a bluff intended to disclose the presence of -Cervera's squadron in West India waters the Spanish authorities had -taken extraordinary precautions to guard every avenue of approach to -the capital. - -Roderic did not doubt his ability to enter without discovery--he had -not frequented the cafes, the Spanish Club, and taken many horseback -rides through the suburbs of San Juan in company with Georgia without -gaining a thorough knowledge of the ground that promised to be of great -advantage to him now. - -Putting his best foot forward he soon struck a military road over which -he had spun many times behind a good horse. - -He could in an hour's time catch glimpses of the many lights that -marked the city. - -The sight caused him considerable satisfaction, for he knew destiny -had in store for him events of considerable importance connected with -San Juan. - -And doubtless _she_ was there--that simple fact had in it the elements -calculated to thrill his very heart to its core. - -About this time there arose features connected with the case that -temporarily drove these sweet reflections out of his head. - -They were of a most disagreeable nature. - -It began to rain. - -This might signify a drizzle in a more northern clime, but such a thing -is almost unknown in Porto Rico. - -When the clouds open there it means a deluge. - -The boys in blue who were in the trenches at Santiago could tell some -pretty tall stories of tropical downpours, and how in the rainy season -a cloud appearing no larger than one's hat can spread over all the sky -and fairly soak the earth. - -Roderic had anticipated this--indeed, his preparations had been made -with just such a ducking in prospect. - -He took his medicine in a philosophical spirit such as only a traveler -in many strange lands learns to cultivate. - -Every step brought him nearer the city, and once he was soaked through -it was impossible to become any wetter, so why complain? - -Besides, this deluge might serve to his advantage, since in all -probability the guards stationed along the military road would -naturally seek refuge in their shelter huts, and leave the way clear. - -This was what actually occurred. - -Spanish system lacks many sterling elements that make the German and -British armies so thorough in their duties. - -Roderic after a miserable tramp through mud and water finally brought -up at the city gates an hour before midnight. - -There he met with an apparent obstacle, since in Moorish fashion no -one was allowed to find ingress or egress during the period between -sunset and sunrise. - -This he had been aware of ere landing, and all his plans were shaped -with an utter disregard for the edict of the governor-general. - -Avoiding the gates discreetly he made his way along the dilapidated -wall that marked what had once been the land defense of the city. - -It was now in decay, like many other antiquated battlements connected -with Spain's possessions throughout the world--relics of bygone days -when muzzle loading guns marked the highest epoch in the art of war. - -Of course this guarding of the gates was more or less of a big sham, -since the people of San Juan could go and come in scores of other -places. - -And Roderic remembered this fact. - -When by turning this way and that he finally surmounted the difficulty, -and found himself among the houses near the barracks of the troops -in the eastern end of the city, he felt as though he deserved -congratulations on account of his good generalship. - -Still this was but a beginning, one step in the long and difficult -ladder he had laid out to climb. It could only be ascended a single -round at a time, but he had really made a good start. - -He found himself in a portion of San Juan which he had really never -looked upon under similar conditions, the quarter where the poorer -element herded, where houses were thronged with black and white, -Spaniards, and reconcentradoes of Porto Rico who endeavored to remain -neutral, negroes from Jamaica and Hayti and a mongrel population. - -Seldom even in the rainy season does such a downpour come at -night--they look for it in the afternoon, when it cools the sultry -atmosphere and with the sea breeze renders the evening delightfully -refreshing. - -Just then the streets were swimming in water, and almost practically -deserted--even the dolorous cry of the "dulce" vendors had ceased to -echo along the narrow thoroughfares. - -But the cafes and concert halls and shops appeared to be doing a land -office business to judge from the crowds that had collected. - -Roderic's one desire now was to reach a little den just off the -breathing place for the poor, known as the Plaza Cristobal Colon in -honor of Columbus. - -Here he believed he would find the opportunity he craved for rest, -and a chance to dry his reeking garments, under the humble roof of a -devoted friend. - -Two years had passed since last he had seen this party, and two years -is a long time--much may occur during such a period--people change -their residence mayhap their country, and sometimes even die. - -Still he was ready to take the chances. - -No one halted him as he pushed on, and yet these narrow, illy lighted -streets could not be reckoned the safest places in the city for -respectable people to walk after a certain hour. - -One thing he noticed--San Juan was full of Spanish soldiers. He could -see them prowling everywhere, and each crowd within the cafes and halls -had its quota of these small sized swarthy faced, boyish looking exiles -from sunny Spain. - -"They evidently mean to give the Yankees a warm reception when the -time comes," was what he concluded upon noting this important fact. - -The point was well taken--it was one that would prove of considerable -importance to General Miles, who had already landed on the southern -coast with his army of Americans, and was beginning to advance upon -Ponce and the neighboring towns. - -After being compelled to retrace his steps several times, on account of -getting off the track, confused by the narrow _calles_ that seemed to -have no beginning and ended nowhere, Roderic at length broke out upon -an open place where the rain beat upon stone flagging, and trees moaned -dolefully in the fierce gusts of wind. - -Despite its funereal aspect now he recognized this as the Plaza -Cristobal Colon, and was able to take his bearings afresh. - -"Thank Heaven, I am near the end of my night's pilgrimage," he -muttered in Spanish, for he had determined to even do his thinking in -that language while within the enemy's lines, so that the danger of -discovery might be reduced to a minimum, for if Jerome, Roblado _et -al._ were in San Juan he was well aware of the fact that hundreds of -keen eyes belonging to the Guardia Civil would be on the lookout for -one Roderic Owen, and that discovery would be a serious matter for him. - -It was really time his wanderings ceased for this night at least--he -had covered miles of ground, he had faced a raging storm that at times -almost brought him to his knees, he was soaked through and through, and -beginning to feel weak in his limbs. - -But relief was close at hand. - -The hardest part of his mission he believed had already been passed -over. - -At least, in all probability he would be able to conduct the remainder -of his work with a dry skin--he might not see another deluge in the -early night during his whole stay in San Juan. - -He fervently hoped so, at least. - -Crossing the public square he dodged into a certain dingy and crooked -lane that took him to the most desolate and God forsaken locality -within the city walls. - -There are such places in Paris, London, New York--why not in San Juan? - -All cities, whether of ancient Babylonian days or of the present -enlightened age have had their plague spots as well as their palatial -quarters, and so it must be while rich and poor go hand in hand, down -to the end of time. - -Only in San Juan the squalor seemed to be a little more pronounced than -anything Roderic could imagine outside of Havana, where the wretched -reconcentradoes were dying of hunger by thousands. - -The war was partly to blame, he knew--that and the natural savage -instinct which prevails so strongly among Spanish speaking people, and -induces them to always go to extremes, whether in love or conflict. - -Picking his way along in this delectable neighborhood Roderic finally -gave utterance to an eager exclamation--his eyes had fallen upon the -little whitewashed cabin for which he had been on the _qui vive_. - -Another moment and his fist was beating a tattoo upon the door, a -summons that was loud enough to arouse the dead--from within a movement -was heard, and then the door opened cautiously a few inches. Roderic -uttered some talismanic words in Spanish that brought a delighted -exclamation from the hut's occupant--a brown hand reached out and when -the door closed it shut out the awful clamor of the storm, for the -Yankee had found a warm reception within the walls of old San Juan. - - - - -CHAPTER XVII. - -THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD. - - -Porto Rico as a territory of the progressive American republic will -soon be transformed--while advancing with giant strides along the -material road that may lead to statehood, the island must gradually -lose those picturesque and distinctly national features that have -marked Spanish rule for centuries. - -Never again will San Juan be the same gay, careless, pleasure seeking -capital of the past--the business loving, bustling Yankee shopkeeper -banishes such folly, or at best makes it play second fiddle to his -trading. - -San Juan will be swept and garnished, her streets paved, her narrowest -_calles_ lighted, and within a few years she may vie even with Boston -in regard to the conditions that make life worth living to the average -American. - -But the halo of romance and the worship of military heroes that has -been her portion during these long centuries--alas! they have fled, to -return no more. - -Many will sigh as they raise the curtain of the past, and take one more -peep at the gay bright scene stamped upon memory's tablets. - -There is a peculiar fascination about Spanish and Oriental cities, a -barbaric splendor that attracts the eye, even while our common sense -tells us of its tawdry nature. - -Many have described the San Juan of the past, and as a picture that -has been turned to the wall, let us for the last time see the Porto -Rican capital through the glasses of a clever newspaperman, whose -pen paints its colors just as might the faithful camera. This was as -Roderic saw it the day after his safe entry into the town: - -San Juan wakes early. - -By seven o'clock the shops are open, and a stirring of wide shutters in -the upper stories of the houses shows that even the women are about. -Hundreds of men are having their coffee in the _cafés_. Probably a band -is playing somewhere, which means a detachment of troops returning from -early mass in the Cathedral. - -By ten o'clock this early activity has worn itself out. The sun has got -well up into the sky, white and hot. It falls in the narrow, unshaded -streets, and the cobblestones begin to scorch through thin shoe soles. -It is a time to seek the shade and quaff cooling drinks. Business -languishes. About eleven shop shutters begin to go up, and soon the -streets are as deserted as at midnight. - -This is breakfast hour, and until well after noon not a shop or public -building will be found open. About one or two, whether the _siesta_ is -long or short, people begin to reappear and the shops reopen. Gradually -traffic revives. By four o'clock, when the Palais de Justice has cast -its cooling shadow over half the blazing plaza, loungers begin to -appear to occupy the numerous benches and blink idly at the guards -about the gloomy Palais entrance. With each passing hour the city -presents a livelier appearance, until at six o'clock it is fully awake -and ready for dinner, the principal meal of the day. - -In the evening is when the inhabitants of San Juan really live. These -are the pleasant hours of the day. From the sea comes a breeze, cool -and fresh, to whisper to the few shade trees in the plazas and revive -enervated humanity. Twice a week one of the military bands plays in the -principal plaza. Then it is worth while to go, hire a comfortable arm -chair from a _muchacho_ for ten _centavos_ in Puerto Rican silver and -sit and observe and listen. - -These military bands--there are three stationed in San Juan--are -equal to Sousa or Herbert on a considerably smaller scale. They play -beautifully voluptuous airs of sunny Spain, the strains swelling -and quickening until they entice an answer in the livened step and -unconsciously swaying bodies of hundreds of promenaders; then slowly -dying to a sweet, soft breath, borne to the ear from distant guitars -and mandolins. Italian, French and German composers are not neglected, -while occasionally there will come a spirited bit from some modern -light opera, or even a snatch from a topical song of the day. - -On band nights San Juan may be seen at her best. The concerts begin at -eight o'clock. Prior to that hour the private soldiers are permitted -the liberty of the plaza, and hundreds avail themselves of the -opportunity for an airing. At eight they must retire to their barracks, -leaving the plaza to the officers. - -The music racks are set at one end of the plaza, and the musicians -stand during the two hours of the concert. By the time the second -number on the programme is reached the plaza is thronged with the -wealth, beauty and fashion of the Puerto Rican capital. A row of gas -street lamps, thickly set, encircles the Plaza, while at each end rise -iron towers, upon which are supported electric arc lights. - -All the houses surrounding the plaza are illuminated, their bright -coloring and Eastern architecture giving an Oriental effect. The -balconies--every house has a balcony--are filled with gaily dressed -women and officers, and through open windows glimpses of richly -furnished interiors can be obtained. On the street level, the Grand -Central and other _cafés_, the Spanish Club and a dozen brilliantly -lighted drug stores and shops help flood the plaza with light and lend -life and gayety to the scene. - -The throng is characteristic of San Juan of to-day--of the San Juan -which will soon cease to exist. There are Spanish officers, hundreds -of them, clad in an immense variety of uniform--to use a perfectly -truthful paradox. - -There are officers of the Guardia Civil, in dark blue suits and caps, -their cuffs red and gold, the rank indicated by eight pointed stars, -and with small spurs sticking out from under the long trousers. - -There are officers of the line, usually in light or indigo blue, -sometimes with broad stripes along the trousers and with cuffs and -facings of green, red, blue or black, according to the branch of the -service, their rank indicated by gold and silver stars on the sleeve -above the cuff. These wear tall white caps, with gilt bands. There are -naval officers, in dark blue uniforms of distinctly seafaring cut and -without colored facings. - -All the officers wear some kind of sword invariably, usually during the -day the regulation sabre, and at night substituting a slender rapier -with a cross hilt. They also carry walking sticks with silver and gold -heads, according to rank. - -As they mingle with the crowd, walking together in groups, now bowing -to some passing female acquaintance or turning to promenade with her, -they unconsciously dominate the entire assemblage and give to it an -indelible imprint of Spain. Plainly they are favorites with the women, -who receive their polite attentions graciously. - -And the women. They are out in force, dressed in the latest fashions -of Madrid and Paris. Here and there some gentleman walks with his wife -and family, but usually the women promenade alone until joined by male -acquaintances. A group of girls will be accompanied by a duenna, who -keeps discreetly in the background if any men approach. Often, however, -two or more senoritas will promenade entirely alone, with a freedom -which would be considered unbecoming in the United States. - -This is one of the occasions when rigorous Spanish etiquette is -somewhat relaxed and the unmarried women enjoy a fleeting glimpse of -social freedom. So the crowd, constantly swelling, until progress is -almost impossible, moves in a circle back and forth along the length -of the plaza. Mingling with it are scores of police, in their bright -uniforms, who seem to have no business there except to accentuate the -crush, and hundreds of civilians in their best dress. And so it goes, -until the concert ends. The band, preceded by an escort of cavalry, -marches away to a wonderfully quick quickstep, the lights fade and -slowly the crowd disperses through the shadowy streets. - -Not all San Juan, however, is to be seen in the grand plaza. Only -fashionable and official life centralizes there. In other sections -of the city the evenings pass differently. Take a stroll from the -brilliantly lighted plaza into the eastern part of the town, near the -barracks. - -There the whole lower strata will be found in the narrow, badly lighted -streets, or in the plaza Cristobal Colon and the smaller breathing -places of the densely populated city. - -Here hand organs and dirty wandering minstrels, who perform -semi-barbaric music upon cracked guitars and raspy mandolins, -accompanied by the "guero"--a native instrument made of a -gourd--furnish the music. - -Venders of _dulce_ squat beside their trays of sweetmeat, dolorously -crying their wares. Non-commissioned officers and privates mingle with -the people and chat with the women. Everybody smokes cigarettes, even -children hardly able to toddle. The shops and meaner _cafés_ are open -and crowded. - -Further no one can wander through streets more narrow and darker than -alleys to where the massive gray battlements of the ancient city walls -lift their sombre, jagged towers to greet the moon. - -Inquisitive sentinels, Mauser rifle in hand, walk here to turn -intruders back, but by exercising discretion glimpses may be obtained -of tiny balconies ensconced in nooks and crannies high up in the wall -and overlooking the sea and the twinkling city. Perhaps a peep may be -had into the odd habitations within, with dusky senoritas gazing out -through a curtain of flowers and vines. This is a different San Juan -from that which promenades in the plaza: but not less interesting. - -All this Roderic Owen saw, nor was it the first time he had wandered -through the streets and byways of the strange old city. - -How vividly these scenes brought back to his mind the days and nights -of the past, when he had lived in a glow of love's young dream--still, -why need he sigh--the experience through which he had passed, bitter -though it had been, must have taught him a lesson, and since Love had -again taken up an abode in his heart, he could profit by it to forever -debar the little demon Jealousy from entering this holiest of holies. - -He wandered over the whole city. - -He even found means to enter some of the forts that frowned so -ferociously, and yet were but hollow mockeries, mounting few modern -guns. - -Here were evidences still of the damage inflicted by Sampson's fleet -many weeks before--Spanish dilatory tactics had allowed dismounted guns -to lie where they had fallen, and Roderic was of the opinion that it -must have been rather warm around those regions at the time. - -There was something of a bustle of preparation in the city, since it -had become known that General Miles and an American army had landed on -the south shore of the island. - -Still the Spaniards did not expect to make a desperate resistance like -Blanco had declared Havana would show. - -When the Yankee army reached San Juan and the terrible battle ships -appeared again in the offing doubtless they would gracefully submit to -the inevitable and yield up their arms. - -Meanwhile there was the usual bluster and braggadocio as to what they -meant to do with the Yankee pigs once they were induced to enter the -trap which the Spanish commander had so cunningly spread. - -They would be extravagantly comical, these bold soldiers of Spain, if -they were not so very serious in what they declared. - -Roderic laughed in his sleeve at the awful threats so openly made -in street and cafe, wherever two or more soldiers came together--in -imagination he pictured the overwhelming rush of regulars and -volunteers in blue, just as they had gone into the Spaniards at Caney -and San Juan hill--one such mad swoop and he was ready to swear to it -that the Porto Rican capital would be carried. - -Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast a better. - -Roderic did not use his whole time in tramping about the city. - -He made several visits to people who had been in communication with -the Washington authorities, influential English residents or even -native Porto Ricans who knew what was written by Destiny upon the wall, -and longed for the blessed day to dawn when Liberty would descend upon -the sons and daughters of the Antilles. - -His object was not to get information concerning the resources of the -garrison. - -All those points he was able to pick up for himself in his round of the -city and forts. - -As a government official he had come to San Juan, and it was in this -capacity he conferred with these influential citizens. - -When he had finally accomplished all that was expected of him in this -direction, Roderic threw off the burden of responsibility. - -He was now free to think once more of his own personal affairs, to let -the vision of Georgia's lovely face occupy his mind as it had his heart. - -How he longed to see her. - -How fitting it seemed that the romance of his life, that had obtained -its first lease in San Juan, should complete the circuit there, amid -these well remembered scenes. - -It was concert night. - -Even with a hostile army marching against the capital these Spanish -soldiers, who, as old campaigners laughed at fate, did not mean to be -cheated out of their usual pleasure. - -Among the throngs on the plaza Roderic sauntered, looking eagerly for -the face his heart yearned to see. - -Some few discreet people had left the capital and gone away, pending -the anticipated bombardment; but the grand rush of panic stricken -fugitives would not begin until the first shell from the Yankee fleet -came screaming into town. - -It had been so on the previous occasion, and those who for five hours -that morning saw the steady, jostling, excited, almost demoralized -stream of humanity that poured along the one road leading out of San -Juan, many carrying their most cherished household possessions upon -their backs, would never forget the remarkable spectacle. - -Roderic's search was however, not without some result, for he had -several glimpses of his cousin Cleo in the crowd. - -She hung upon the arm of Captain Beven, and Miss Becky was of course -along. - -Having heard so much of the gaiety to be found in Porto Rico's capital -the ladies had had curiosity enough to come ashore. - -Who could blame them, when listening to the delightful strains of -melody, and amid such enchanting and romantic surroundings as the many -tinted houses fronting the grand plaza afforded! - -Not Roderic, surely. - -He thought it wise not to make his presence known, as it might -seriously compromise his safety in this hostile city. - -Nevertheless his eyes were frequently drawn toward the trio, and -somehow rested upon the face of his Virginia cousin with a peculiar -satisfaction. - -If Cleo was not divinely handsome like Georgia she had a fine figure -and carried her head like an American queen, so that any man might feel -proud to claim kinship with her. - -Roderic noticed how eagerly she looked around. - -At first he had the assurance to wonder whether she could be seeking -him in the crowd, and man-like was beginning to even feel flattered at -the idea when he noticed that those whom she scrutinized so eagerly -were of the gentler sex, wives and daughters of San Juan's better class -of citizens. - -Then it flashed upon him that she hoped to discover Georgia in the -midst of the throng. - -He dared not follow out this thought to its legitimate conclusion, lest -it make him appear egotistical even in his own eyes. - -That Georgia must have reached the city he knew full well, for with his -own eyes he had seen the Sterling Castle in the harbor. - -If that were not evidence quite sufficient here was Jerome as big as -life, sauntering about the plaza, the object of adoration on the part -of the whole female population, and of malice, envy and black hatred -on the part of the military beaux who saw in this Adonis a rival to be -feared. - -Roderic mentally pictured the inevitable outcome and in anticipation -enjoyed Jerome's downfall. - -"He will discover it a different matter flirting with the daughters of -Porto Rico. I am ready to swear my dandy Lord High Admiral will ere -long find himself ducked in some fragrant frog pond, if no greater evil -befalls him," was what Owen concluded. - -Nor was he a particle sorry, since Jerome had long played the heartless -role of an adventurer, and many had suffered because of his belief that -the world owed him a living. - -The evening wore on, and Roderic began to imagine he was doomed to -disappointment. - -Lovely faces he had seen, but not the one for which his heart yearned. - -Some of the ladies wore veils, their exceeding modesty preventing them -from showing their faces in such a mixed assemblage, a custom that -undoubtedly descended from royal blood desirous of being distinguished -from the plebeian. - -Still Roderic had full assurance that his eyes could discover -the girl he loved, even though she stood among a score of veiled -companions--there is an individuality in the carriage, little -peculiarities about the movement of hands and head that appeal to the -keen eye of Love, and cannot be mistaken. - -So Roderic, wise man, reasoned, as with a single glance he decided that -this one or that was not Georgia. - -So others of his sex have decided in times past, and mayhap paid the -penalty of their folly. - -As the secret agent was cruising around that side of the plaza where -the band had taken up its quarters, while making a last selection, he -received a shock without the least warning by suddenly coming face to -face with a dashing looking Spaniard whose gay dress proclaimed him -some public performer. - -Roderic gritted his teeth at sight of his yellow skinned adversary of -the past, for this was no other than Julio, the handsome dancer of the -_bolero_, a man whose life had been one long succession of conquests in -the arena of Love, and over whom half the town had at times gone wild. - -He had _gitano_ or gypsy blood in his veins, through his mother, which -doubtless accounted in a measure for the _diablerie_ of his appearance, -and his success among the fair sex, for there is to many women a -fascination in anything bordering upon the tempestuous, the wild and -eerie. - -It was only natural that Roderic, coming thus upon the man he had -hated so bitterly in the past, should grind his teeth and feel a mad -desire to plant his fist square between those black dare devil eyes -that had wrought such accursed mischief for years back. - -Then he remembered that it was all a mistake--that he had no valid -reason for assaulting the idol of San Juan save in the capacity of a -general defender of the weaker sex, a modern Don Quixote, and that -would hardly be politic. - -Drawn by an attraction he could never explain, he sauntered after the -_bolero_ dancer, who had evidently come out of some casino near by, -after his performance was done, in order to enjoy the music of the -military band--come out without changing his garments, which gave him -the picturesque swagger so admired among those of his blood; and the -red silk sash that was knotted at his left hip, the ends trailing -almost to the knee, did not Roderic remember it well, and had he not -once vowed to some day use the same in strangling the gipsy dancer with -the devilish handsome face? - -Pshaw! that was long ago, when he was a poor fool, whom love had made -insane. - -Now he had learned his lesson well, and never again would he allow such -miserable suspicions to find lodgment in his breast. - -Georgia was as faithful as the stars, and the only reason he felt a -little bitterness toward this fellow was in sympathy with the past. - -As to jealousy, thank Heaven that evil weed had been forever plucked -out by the roots from the garden of his heart, and-- - -But there was Julio, up to his old tricks, flirting with one of Eve's -daughters. - -Roderic, still remembering the past, found himself indulging in a wild -hope that some indignant lover would set upon the gypsy dancer and give -him a taste of Spanish vengeance. - -Such however, did not happen. - -The girl who had answered his signal with a wave of her snowy kerchief -soon joined him, and together they pushed through the crowd as though -heading for a street that broke away from the plaza. - -Roderic had been close at hand, and his eyes were not closed--indeed, -just about this time they seemed to be unusually wide open, as though a -sudden avalanche of jealousy had swept over him. - -It was not because the companion of Julio was veiled that he watched -her so eagerly, so breathlessly--other women wore mantillas, and chose -to conceal their patrician faces from the common herd when walking the -plaza. - -What then? - -Love is not blind--Roderic had just now been declaring to himself that -he would easily be able to pick Georgia out from among a score of girls -whose features were hidden from view--and it was on this very account -that he shook from head to foot as though with the palsy. - -Dead--that old demon Jealousy once planted in the human breast is hard -indeed to slay. - -And Roderic again ground his teeth in fury, and followed in the wake -of Julio the _bolero_ dancer of San Juan because this veiled senorita -who took his arm and clung so confidingly there as they dodged through -the crowd had apparently the familiar figure and actions of the girl he -loved, the girl he had once jilted on account of this self same Spanish -heart smasher--Georgia de Brabant, maid of San Juan! - - - - -CHAPTER XVIII. - -JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR. - - -In this fair city of the Conquistadors, where Ponce de Leon laid a -foundation for the future Spanish colony, there may have been men -who for various causes felt the heat of anger surging through their -souls on this August night in the year of our Lord 1898; but it is -exceedingly problematical whether one among them experienced such a -terrible volcano raging in their heart as did Roderic Owen when the -first suspicion burst upon him that Julio's companion was the beautiful -girl who had after estrangement again promised to be his honored wife. - -The shock almost took his breath away, it was so keen, so cruel, and -found him so unprepared. - -Then came a revulsion of feeling--it could not be so--Georgia -was true, she was loving and faithful--this was only a wretched -coincidence--surely there were women in San Juan who possessed figures -on the same order as hers, and who even made those familiar little -gestures--women were pretty much alike with regard to such things, just -as a dozen cats may all make the same graceful leaps, together with the -peculiar little motions so characteristic the world over. - -Still he followed Julio--for the life of him he could not help that, -no matter how thoroughly convinced he might be that it was no affair of -his--there was a terrible fascination in the game, as though he were -playing with dynamite. - -And so the pendulum swung again, his eyes being still glued upon the -girl, once more he found himself the prey to suspicions. - -In vain he endeavored to throttle them, as his better nature arose -in arms--like Banquo's ghost they would not down--every movement the -girl made that reminded him of Georgia was like a wicked stab in the -region of his heart, and when he saw the daring Julio pick up her -kerchief which had fallen from her hand, and press it to his lips very -cavalierly ere returning it, Roderic had a great desire to rush upon -the _bolero_ dancer and knock him down--indeed, just at that minute he -thought he had good cause for hammering him in lusty Anglo Saxon style. - -But Roderic was not jealous--oh! no, he had cast that monster out of -his heart for good, and meant to have no more of him--only he had a -very queer sensation seize upon him, and felt as though it was only -just and right, both to Georgia and himself, that he should settle this -matter then and there. - -This could only be done in one way, by looking upon the girl's face. - -He was firmly resolved to do this, come what might--Julio would -doubtless resent the impertinence, for Julio was a fighter, having once -been a _toreador_ in the bull ring--what of that, if only he could -discover the truth one way or the other? - -A fellow in his frame of mind thinks little of danger, the careless -snap of his fingers perhaps. - -What fools Cupid does make of men--even those who would appear to be -the best balanced go quite off the handle when the little god finds -lodgment in their bosoms. - -At any rate Owen had now thrown away all other fancies and was -studiously following this couple as might an Indian his intended prey. - -Given a little time and he recovered, at least in a fair measure, the -coolness that usually characterized his actions. - -He even lighted a cheroot, realizing that a Spaniard such as he -represented would appear singular without a weed of some sort dangling -from his lip. - -Apparently Julio had lost all interest in the military strains that -throbbed and pulsated upon the night air--when lovely women entered the -game the _bolero_ dancer threw other thoughts to the four winds--he -might be a lover of music but above all else he was a beau. - -The couple evidently intended quitting the plaza, and plunging down -into one of the streets that would lead them to that other section of -town, where fashion never troubled, and where the poorer element had -their quarters--a section that would especially appeal to the eye of -the artist and the newspaperman seeking quaint scenes for the portrayal -of Spanish characteristics. - -Roderic was quite ready to follow--indeed, in his present frame of mind -it would not matter whither he went so long as that lithesome figure -tantalized him like a will-o'-the-wisp. - -All he wanted was an opportunity to see her face, to satisfy himself -one way or the other, to quell this devilish spirit raging in his -breast, or failing that to let the fury find an outlet. - -One way or the other, however fortune might decide it, he felt that a -result must be reached. - -Having taken the reins in his hands again and curbed the unruly team -that would have carried him headlong to a speedy rupture of the peace, -Roderic became outwardly cool. - -He aroused his old professional instincts to action, and endeavored to -forget that the case was more to him than the usual run. - -Thus he noticed that while Julio could never be anything but a -gallant and a beau, he did not attempt any familiarities with his -companion--that there seemed to be a certain amount of respect on his -part such as he seldom showed toward those who had succumbed to the -charm of his fascinating presence. - -Score one point in favor of Julio. - -It might be of advantage when the curtain was rung up for the final -act, for should this desperate, jealousy-racked lover who followed at -his heels be given an opportunity to get at that long throat of his, -the Maccarena dancer would have ample need of every prayer his guardian -angel could bring forth. - -When the plaza with its gay crowds and its dashing music had been left -behind, Roderic knew his task had assumed new risks. - -The Spaniard is a suspicious mortal at his best, and Julio had been -embroiled in so many affairs with lovers, perhaps husbands also, that -he had to be constantly on the _qui vive_ lest one of these jealous -minded gentry lie in wait around a lonely corner, or creep up from -behind, dagger in hand. - -When one plays such a game as that of this fascinating beau, one must -accept the consequences, no matter what they entail--it is the price of -popularity among the fair sex. - -Hence, it might be expected that after they had been traversing these -narrow thoroughfares for some little time, Julio from frequent glances -thrown over his shoulder, would begin to notice how the shadow kept -upon his trail. - -This would arouse suspicion, and he might either vanish suddenly from -sight or else employ his popularity among a certain class of men to -bring Roderic into hot water. - -So far as this latter contingency was concerned, Roderic cared little -whether he were thrown up against a dozen of the unwashed of San Juan, -if he could only previously have the blessed knowledge that his fears -regarding Julio's veiled companion were groundless. - -In other words, such an assurance was of so great a value in his eyes -that he stood ready to accept the gravest of danger with a smile on his -face if only Georgia were true. - -He employed his usual tactics to prevent the other from suspecting -him, and being an adept at the business was able to be out of sight on -nearly every occasion when Julio twisted that long neck of his for a -glance toward the rear. - -This was all very well, but so far he had not advanced a single step -toward the elucidation of the mystery. - -Well, patience--everything comes to him who waits. - -Under ordinary conditions he could have applied this time-worn but -nevertheless true axiom to his own case, just as he had done on many -a previous occasion; but it was a different matter when his eyes were -eagerly watching each movement of the girl, and in his heart he prayed -that the bitter cup might pass from him. - -But something must be done. - -At any moment Julio and his modest companion might pass into one of the -houses in this quarter, and the door of which would consequently be -shut and barred in his face. - -It would serve of little avail then for him to suddenly be electrified -into action--he could pound upon the panels of the sturdy door and -demand admittance in the most lusty of tones, but the only answer -he might expect would be in a shower of dirty water from the upper -windows, a favorite method in vogue among the lower classes of Spain -when the tax gatherers or some other unwelcome visitor is knocking for -admission. - -Desperation often hurries a man to action--the need of results one way -or another spurs even a laggard in the chase. - -Having now determined to assume all the risks with the expectation of -placing them upon a single die, Roderic changed his tactics. - -It was his desire to overtake the dancer and by a bold movement snatch -the veil from the head of his companion. - -Of course this would be the signal for war, since Julio always had -a chip upon his shoulder; but Roderic was willing to accept the -consequences, so long as the terrible suspense was ended. - -He began to slip up on the Spaniard, and with all his faculties aroused -Roderic was able to carry this part of his programme out to perfection. - -The streets were far from deserted--in places even crowds could be -seen, doubtless eagerly discussing the great events overhanging San -Juan, with an American army landed on Porto Rico soil--for by this time -the dreadful news had come of Santiago's fall and the total destruction -of Cervera's fleet, so that Spanish respect for Yankee valor was rising -fast--first Dewey, then Sampson and last of all Shafter, to be followed -by Miles. - -Owen was now but three paces behind the couple, and could almost hear -what they said, though their voices were exceedingly low. - -His former diagnosis of the case was strengthened by a closer -survey--in height, and figure Julio's companion was exactly a -counterpart of Georgia--add to this the peculiar little individualities -such as usually mark a woman's personality and the fact that this man -had once before come between them, what fault could be found with -Roderic for suspecting? - -Well, the time had come for action. - -That miserable gauze had baffled him long enough, and he was determined -to know the worst, Julio to the contrary. - -Before the Spaniard could guess what was in the wind Roderic had darted -to the side of the girl, while his eager hand reached out and seized -upon her veil in a ruthless grasp. - -He heard her give a little scream as though terrorized at his boorish -act. - -For this Owen, being chivalrous by nature of the blood that had -descended from Irish kings, hated himself most earnestly--nevertheless -this feeling did not prevent him from following out the design that -actuated his movements, even as it had become a very part of his -existence. - -Though the fate of nations hung in the balance, yes, even should his -own life pay the penalty for his rashness--and this is by all odds the -highest stake a man can play--he was resolved to settle this question -once for all. - -So he snatched away the veil. - -He no longer breathed--in that dread moment when his hopes of a whole -future hung in the balance he seemed actually to have been changed into -stone. - -So Lot's wife must have been petrified as she turned to look back at -the burning city. - -When Roderic's eyes fell upon the face that had been concealed by -the veil they discovered rare beauty that was now stamped with alarm, -although some show of spirit flashed from the great midnight eyes as -indignation struggled with maidenly fear. - -But, praise be to Heaven, the girl though so beautiful as to vie with -his Georgia, was a stranger! - -His demon was laid! - -For that at least, thanks. - -And now the consequences of his daring act must be boldly met. - -Apologies, however profuse, do not count for much with hot blooded -Spaniards, with whom an insult demands a blow. - -Knowing this Roderic fully counted on prompt action on the part of the -ex _toreador_. - -Julio had met the rush of many a maddened bull in the arena, and could -himself do a little of that same when the occasion arose. - -He was naturally a trifle confused by the unexpected move on Roderic's -part, and this delay, short though it was, gave the other a chance to -pull himself together, to put the girl out of his mind altogether and -face Julio. - -The latter was trembling with fury, and thus far weakened his cause -just when he needed all coolness and a clear vision. - -He rattled out a shower of expletives, each one of which was as hot as -a live coal; but even this did not appear to annihilate his enemy. - -Julio had not been entirely idle while thus giving vent to his -spleen--the glint of steel in his hand told Owen that he had snatched -out a ready dagger, possibly concealed in his voluminous scarlet sash, -and was ready to sheathe it in the bosom of the unknown who had thrown -down the gauntlet. - -Roderic saw the point, and had already gone him one better, since he -held a blade more than a match for Julio's dagger, and moreover, knew -how to handle it like a juggler of India. - -"Senor, it was a mistake--I am ready to make ample apologies or -fight--just as you decide," he said in Spanish. - -The wolf would not be appeased by this sop. - -He demanded blood. - -It had been too grievous an insult to be forgiven, and besides, what -business has any self-respecting Spaniard to forgive anyhow? - -So Julio set out for war. - -When any man on earth seeks a disturbance, and selects an American -citizen for the object of his assault, he usually gets all he desires, -and very frequently good measure, pressed down and running over. - -So Julio, the pet dancer and one time idol of the San Juan bull ring, -brushing his female companion aside almost rudely, flung himself upon -the stranger with the ferocity of a panther, doubtless resolved to make -him pay for his audacity with his life. - - - - -CHAPTER XIX. - -BY WAY OF THE BALCONY. - - -Julio had doubtless made other calculations during his life, only to -find them turn out Dead Sea fruit. - -In this case his confidence was on a par with the natural ferocity of -his disposition, but as frequently happens, he overshot the mark. - -Roderic met his assault and went him one better--he turned the -Spaniard's eager blade aside with the quick movement of one to the -manner born. - -No doubt Julio was surprised, but he never let anything interfere with -business. - -A second rush, another rebuff. - -This was growing monotonous--really, it began to look as though the -unknown cavalier might be playing with him. - -Nothing could arouse the devil in a Spanish heart quicker than this -suspicion. - -Humiliation is to the proud don worse than any other ill save -death--relieve him from this indignity and you can have all else. - -So Julio, instead of taking warning from the ease with which his -assaults were turned aside, instead of calling upon his patron saint -for protection should this master of the steel turn the tables and -begin to assail him, only swore the harder and went recklessly into the -push. - -Their little imbroglio had by this time attracted considerable -attention. - -Men called out to one another and came hurrying pell mell to the -scene--fond of cock fights and the meeting of bull and _toreadors_ -in the arena, these fellows hailed a street brawl as a special -dispensation of Providence on their behalf. - -Already a ring was forming, a ring composed of dark visaged men, some -Spanish soldiers, others natives of the noble city of San Juan, but all -desirous of observing the exciting drama that was being played as if -especially for their particular benefit. - -All of which was bad for Roderic. - -No matter what measure of success followed his engagement with Julio, -he was apt to find it a serious matter to escape an encounter with -these hangers on, whose sympathies seemed to be with the dancer, -judging from the way in which his name was coupled with cries of direct -encouragement. - -These same bravos urged Julio to make a third vicious attack where -prudence might have suggested that he cover his weakness by falling -back on the defense. - -Roderic thought the farce had gone far enough--he was desirous -of leaving the locality ere it became too hot for a man of his -description; and besides, there was at least a small chance that this -impassioned athlete who struck out so blindly, regardless of his own -uncovered condition, might inflict an accidental wound. - -So he locked horns with the Spaniard and tripped him up. - -Julio never knew how it was done, for he was a pigmy in the hands of a -master. - -He felt some tremendous power seize upon his person so that he was -borne irresistibly backward; at the same time a sudden acute thrill of -agony in his right wrist caused him to drop his knife as though it had -been scorching his fingers. - -"Senor Julio," said the voice in his ear, "again I say it was all a -mistake--again I apologize for my hasty action. You have defended your -honor as became a true son of Spain! There is no need of our seeking -each other's life. I am satisfied that I have met a brave man. Let us -separate in peace." - -This was said with such fervor as became a loyal subject of young -Alphonso--it carried such a subtle vein of flattery in the adroit words -that even the fiery son of Mars Julio was proving himself to be might -have been mollified, only that a discovery flashed upon him at this -critical juncture. - -It was singular enough that he should set his eyes upon an odd looking -seal ring worn by his late antagonist, and at this particular moment -too of all times. - -Julio had never forgotten that ring--indeed, he had carried a rough -impression of it upon his cuticle for a week or more, as a gentle -reminder of Roderic's ability as a boxer, for it seems that the two -rivals had indeed once come to blows in those days of old, though -separated quickly by mutual friends. - -However, such an impression is apt to be lasting--Julio had seen the -queer device of that signet ring many times in his dreams, so that its -unexpected appearance just now and here was a rude shock. - -Roderic saw the stare and while at first he could not comprehend its -import, when he too cast his eyes upon his hand he remembered. - -This was worse than he had expected--his identity known to Julio what -would prevent the hasty tempered Spaniard, who still owed him a grudge -for the blow received long ago, from publicly announcing his name to -the soldiers, who would pounce upon him like mad dogs. - -He had expected at the worst to be treated as a Spaniard--now the -bubble had burst. - -Was it to be flight? - -Involuntarily he looked around him--the circle had doubled, aye, even -trebled, and to break through such a compact mass would require the -battering powers of a giant. - -What then? - -Must he draw his revolver and simply sell his life as dearly as -possible? - -It may be sweet to die for one's country, but most men much prefer to -live, especially when health and wealth and honor are their inheritance -by right of birth. - -Roderic never felt less like giving up the ghost in all his life than -he did just then. - -He had been far down below zero up to the moment when he discovered -that it was not Georgia who accompanied Julio, and then of a sudden his -spirits took a bound that sent them away above fever heat; life assumed -a rosy hue, and happiness came again within his grasp. - -A man of remarkable resources in emergencies, Roderic felt no dismay -paralyze his limbs when he discovered how next to impossible it was -that he make his escape through the crowd. - -There were other methods. - -He had made it a rule in life never to depend wholly upon one source of -income--to avoid the mistake of putting all his eggs in one basket. - -Julio's scattered wits came back. - -He even smiled, but there was a devil in that smirk; a gleam in his -eyes that told of gloating triumph. - -He had been easily beaten in the little game of the knife, but there -were still trump cards up his sleeve--he laughed loudest who laughed -last, and the time had come for him to settle that long standing -debt--the scar of that wound had burned like wild fire every time he -looked at it, but it would cease to cry out for satisfaction after this -August night. - -"Aha! Senor Owen, 'tis thus we meet again. You thought this lady was -your sweet Georgia--you took your life in your hands when you set out -to discover the truth. Again you have crossed my path--this time it -is your last. I shall turn to these brave soldiers of Spain and tell -them who you are. They will be very affectionate Senor Owen, they will -love you so well that every mother's son will want a portion of your -precious body to remember this night by. Have you anything to say -before I give the word?" - -Roderic remembered how the judge when about to pass sentence of death -used words like this. - -He was mute--it would avail nothing after all, and he did not intend -the Spaniard should have the satisfaction of hearing him plead. - -This trouble had come upon him through his own stupidity--the burning -in his chest, the unjust suspicions that found lodgment in his mind -urged him to take drastic measures in order to learn the truth; and now -that he had found out just what it all meant he should not complain if -it came hard. - -"Ho! he has lost his tongue--or his knowledge of the noble Spanish -language fails him. _Por Dios!_ we shall see how he can be made to -lift up his voice, to cry like a dog, to squeal like the pig he is, to -beg for mercy. Now Senor Hero of the Knife, take notice that it is I, -Julio, the Maccarena dancer and bull fighter who contemptuously tosses -you to the tender mercies of these gentlemen as I would a yellow cur." - -He turned to bawl his intelligence to the gaping crowd, to proclaim -the seeming dark faced stranger a wolf in sheep's clothing, one of the -hated Yengees who were coming to destroy everything. - -Before he could burst out with his startling tale however, the girl who -had accompanied him took a sudden part in the drama, springing forward -and catching hold of his arm as she cried: - -"You speak of Senor Owen, of Georgia--and a light breaks in upon my -mind. Julio, you _must_ not go further--this man should be safe from -your malice. He has not injured me--see, because of Leon I forgive -him--I even extend him my hand. Why not, when he loves the sister and -my heart belongs to the brother?" - -Then Roderic's turn came to be amazed, for these words informed him of -a strange fact--he remembered the story Georgia had told him of her -brother, and how Leon had been saved by the daughter of the Spanish -governor in charge of Morro Castle--fate had brought him face to face -with that devoted girl, and through her might he not learn where Leon -could be found? - -Julio was the only obstacle, and Julio, having been several times -thwarted in his designs for a personal vengeance upon this man who was -so closely associated with his past could not be easily placated. - -A pretty woman might have considerable influence over him under -ordinary conditions, but just now he wanted blood and was bound to have -his desires fulfilled. - -Accordingly he brushed the girl aside in an ugly manner that betrayed -his nasty temper--brushed her away as carelessly as one might dispose -of a fly that persisted in annoying the early morning nap of a sybarite. - -Then he gave tongue, denouncing the other in unmeasured terms as -a Yankee spy come to wreck their forts, to betray the city, to do -anything and everything that was dreadful in the eyes of good loyal -Spaniards. - -It made quite a striking scene, with the picturesque Julio in his -dashing garb thus violently shouting his private opinion of Yankees -in general and the one before them in particular, while the beautiful -daughter of Morro's governor was clinging to his gesticulating arm and -endeavoring to overcome his mad language, the crowd meanwhile beginning -to shout answering cries that announced their quick grasp of the -situation. - -Roderic would not soon forget that picture, if he lived through the -adventure. - -Again he owed much to that love of fair play predominating in the -breast of gentle woman. - -It had however, gone beyond any power on her part to prevent an -explosion. - -If he escaped with a whole skin it must be through his own exertions. - -Fortunately he was able to grasp the situation and bring order out of -seeming chaos. - -The one sweeping glance which he had taken around had told him of an -avenue where a desperate man could find a chance. - -As in many parts of San Juan the houses in this narrow _calle_ were -rich in the possession of balconies--Spaniards would be lost without -some such addition to their homes, for the women live half of the time -upon these overhanging galleries. - -The sound of angry voices in the street had brought a number of people -out, and they were curious spectators of what followed. - -Chance, or Providence, as you will, had taken Roderic directly -underneath one of these balconies. - -By raising his hands above his head he could just touch it. - -To an agile man it was a small matter to give an upward leap and secure -a firm grasp above; nor did he consider it any extraordinary feat to -draw himself over the railing after the manner of an athlete. - -Cries of astonishment announced that his intention had become known to -the crowd, and almost paralyzed them. - -Mingled with these exclamations were shouts of rage from those more -disposed to action. - -Julio, being the nearest was the first to make a spring for the swaying -body of the Yankee, but miscalculating the pendulum movement of his -body he was just in time to receive the full impetus of his forward -swing. - -As a consequence he took a sudden tumble, bringing up in the arms of -the nearest soldiers. - -Roderic had good intentions, and was not to be thwarted by such minor -disturbances. - -This must be looked upon only as an incident, one of those petty -affairs which, when grasped in the general run of events are to be -throttled and cast aside. - -He continued his movement as unconcernedly as though it were a private -instead of a public exhibition, which feature was one of the strongest -points in Owen's general make up. - -Several of the soldiers seemed to have some common sense about them, -or at least found inspiration in the action led by Julio, for they too -made a forward movement, intending to clutch hold of Roderic's swaying -body ere he could snatch it out of their reach. - -That they were unsuccessful in this endeavor was not so much -their fault as their misfortune, since no one could doubt the -hearty enthusiasm with which they meant to pull the Yankee's leg, -an undertaking in general at which Spanish regulars are usually -proficient, especially those who have attained officer's rank. - -The girl came between them and their intended victim--she had saved one -Yankee from barbarous treatment at the hands of her people, and having -thus entered the field as a champion of the oppressed, considered that -she might as well continue her labors. - -Of course she could not effectually bar the enthusiastic rush of the -military forces, but for a few seconds she served as an obstacle to -their forward movement, and even that brief time was enough for Roderic. - -He completed his deal. - -There was at least some satisfaction in the knowledge that he stood -temporarily out of the reach of those who would destroy him. - -A partial success brings with it new difficulties, new problems to be -solved, and one must be always ready to grapple with the forces that -are thrown to the front. - -Owen did not consider that he had taken more than the first step toward -safety. - -The wolves were just below, clamoring for his blood, for his sudden -flight had crystalized the various shouts into one mad outburst of rage. - -So far as he knew there was nothing to prevent some of them from -copying his example; he judged there must be athletes enough in the -throng for this business. - -It was not his purpose to remain there upon the balcony, and meet all -comers in a Greco-Roman wrestle for the mastery. - -He had started to escape, and it were useless lingering longer in view -of the rapidly growing throng. - -One way was open to him, through the house to which the balcony was -attached. - - - - -CHAPTER XX. - -A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S. - - -Some men have a passion for the uncertainties of chance--they delight -in wagering all they possess in the shape of filthy lucre on the turn -of a die. - -Doubtless such inveterate gamesters might have found some satisfaction -in Roderic's position when, upon turning from the friendly balcony he -pitched himself and his fortunes through the open window of the house. - -All was uncertainty before him, and the seventh daughter of a seventh -daughter would have found it extremely difficult to declare just what -turn fortune's wheel was about to take for him. - -Roderic himself experienced no pleasure in this groping in the dark, -and would have been much better satisfied could he have known just what -lay before him. - -However, there be times when one must accept philosophically whatever -favors the Fates choose to toss us as they go swinging past--times when -action is the only resource left, and even at that one needs be wide -awake in order to take advantage of the opportunity. - -When he burst into the apartment Roderic heard a feminine shriek, but -his only thought was a door of some sort that would give him egress. - -Fortunately he found this, more through good luck than anything else. - -It brought him to a hall. - -Few though the seconds had been since his departure from the balcony, -he could already hear the lusty blows that were being delivered upon -the door of the house, which, unless of far better material than the -average doors in San Juan must speedily succumb before the vigorous -assault. - -This meant that should he descend to the lower strata in search of an -outlet by way of court or garden or rear exit of some sort he might be -just in time to be overwhelmed by the inflowing tide of eager hustling -citizens and soldiers. - -At the same time it would never do to stand still and lose what little -advantage he had gained. - -Perhaps even now some of his enemies were clambering up to the balcony, -since he had shown them the way. - -Roderic had at least retarded pursuit from that quarter by closing -the door after quitting the apartment from whence the dismal shrieks -sounded in a high pitched female voice, and the others might not prove -so successful in finding the opening as he had been. - -He knew the peculiarities of Spanish houses. - -In all probability there was some means of reaching the roof, though -he hardly expected to find an _azotea_ with its flowers and place for -lounging, as in the better class of more isolated dwellings. - -Thus it came to pass that Roderic found himself crawling through an -opening at the top of a ladder, and thus reaching the outer air. - -His enemies were giving tongue with all the eagerness of a pack of -hounds, and the quick and thrilling pulsation of blows announced that -as yet the stubborn door had failed to yield before their vigorous -assault. - -Just then, however, a crash followed by a chorus of whoops and much -laughter declared that success had finally rewarded their efforts. - -Immediately the house would be swarming with the seekers after Yankee -blood--like rats they would dart hither and thither, leaving no stone -unturned in their eagerness to find that which was lost. - -Roderic gave them his blessing. - -He had surveyed the situation and laid out his plan of action like a -wise general. - -It was necessary that he crawl over a number of roofs before he could -think of endeavoring to touch ground again. - -This he managed to accomplish without discovery from the street, and -on the whole he had reason to be thankful that no curious eyes had -fastened upon him from neighboring buildings. - -Meanwhile the searchers were having a merry time of it in the house -that had been made the object of their assault--it sounded as if Bedlam -had broken loose in that quarter, and the shrieks of the terrorized -maiden lady formed but a small proportion of the chorus that arose. - -Roderic had found his opportunity to leave the roof and reach a -friendly deserted balcony. - -From this to the ground was but a small undertaking, and he managed to -accomplish it with the utmost ease. - -Thus triumph had followed his line of action. - -He was now free to return to the plaza or seek the humble abode of his -friend, under the roof of which he could rest in peace. - -This should apparently have been his first thought, but his action -indicated that it was far removed from his mind. - -Not that he was in such a reckless mood as to invite a fresh attack -from these desperadoes of the San Juan streets--Roderic had simply -become impressed with a bright idea and was bent upon carrying it out. - -He had not forgotten that a wonderful fortune placed him in -communication with the very girl whom he desired to meet--the only one -who could tell him where to find Leon de Brabant, because she had fled -with him and was in all probability his wife. - -Such a golden opportunity should not be neglected. - -Fortune had been kind but the same chance might not occur again. - -To have a few words with her, to appoint a place of future meeting, was -the magnet that held Owen to the spot even when ordinary discretion -should have demanded that he leave the dangerous neighborhood post -haste. - -It would not be the first time on record that a charming woman's -presence has nailed a man to danger's cross, and so long as the world -lasts will the story be repeated. - -He did not believe there was much chance of his identity being -discovered, especially if he could avoid the keen eye of that same -Julio who had penetrated his disguise before. - -In appearance he did not differ to any material extent from the -majority of those to be seen in the streets of San Juan. - -Besides, all attention was at present centred on the luckless dwelling -that was being overhauled by a miscellaneous assortment of soldiers and -civilians. Some of these enthusiasts had even clambered out upon the -roof and were eagerly searching for the fugitive in that quarter. - -Wise men have before this time been known to lock the stable door after -the horse was stolen. - -Roderic was now among those who stood in the calle and chattering like -a collection of magpies, kept their regards fastened upon the wretched -house whose balcony had tempted the Yankee and thus precipitated -trouble. - -His one thought of course, was the girl--had she flitted from the spot -because the clamor had alarmed her soul? - -Perhaps she was not so unfamiliar with scenes of confusion, since her -father had been the governor of famous old Morro Castle, under the -walls of which many a remarkable event has occurred since the days of -the Virginius affair, when American filibusters were shot down by order -of the Spanish authorities. - -At any rate she was still there, watching the house where so much -clamor arose, twisting and untwisting her little hands in nervous -anxiety. - -Thanks to Roderic's vandal hand her pretty face was no longer screened -by a veil, and more than one rough soldier drank in the outlines of her -charming features with avidity. - -She was evidently deeply concerned in the outcome of the search. - -Roderic should feel flattered at this evidence of approval from so -sincere a source. - -It was no time, however, to indulge in any foolish speculations, or -allow his masculine vanity a chance to arise. - -Julio was still on deck, and since his eyesight was apparently as -sound as ever, despite his rough treatment at the hands of the Yankee, -it would be a wretched mistake to again come under his withering -observation, for on this occasion no friendly balcony might offer him -an asylum from the outstretched hands of the bolero dancer's excited -allies. - -So Roderic approached the spot where stood the girl--he must exchange -words with her, no matter what the risk or the consequences--at least -it was necessary that some rendezvous be appointed where he could -engage her more fully in conversation. - -With this set object in view he drew near, and watching his opportunity -whispered: - -"Senorita--Leon's sister--turn this way!" - -She must have heard him, for she immediately forgot to watch the house -that was being searched, and fastened her eyes on him. - -Roderic, fearing lest she might by means of some unwise exclamation -draw Julio's attention to him, had a finger on his lips, indicating -caution. - -He saw her start and knew she immediately suspected his identity. - -Time was most valuable, and it was utterly out of the question for -him to learn what he desired while laboring under such serious -disadvantages. - -Besides, it was folly to run any more risk than was absolutely -necessary, and with such a good hater as the dashing _bolero_ dancer -only three yards away, every second he remained there increased his -danger. - -At any rate he could not blame Leon for falling in love with such -a charming creature as the governor's daughter--Roderic considered -himself a fair judge of beauty, even if he were not a connoisseur, -and he saw a vision of loveliness before him that might easily have -disturbed the sternest old anchorite. - -Another thing--he discovered traces of distinct resemblance between -this girl and the handsome Julio, so that a suspicion as to their -possible relationship flashed into his mind. - -"Never mind how I escaped--I am here to speak to you. My object in -entering this city is to find Leon--you must take me to him--it is -the price of my happiness with Georgia--when and where can I see you -again--appoint a _rendezvous_, I pray you." - -This is what he said hastily almost in her pretty ear--she was quick of -comprehension, and by the look upon her face he knew she had grasped -the situation. - -One glance she shot toward Julio, who just at the moment seemed deeply -engrossed with the antics of the men who were running over the roofs -like a lot of monkeys. - -Roderic pressed even closer, eager to hear what she might say, since it -concerned his future state as connected with Georgia. - -"At Senor Pedro Sanchez the tobacconist, on the Grand Plaza--at eight -o'clock--to-morrow--_Madre de Dios_ protect you, senor! Do not longer -delay!" - -It was enough. - -He knew he could find the place and keep the appointment. Her warning -was well timed too, for just as he turned away Julio came to her side. - -It was a rare piece of good fortune that had kept him away thus long. - -Julio seemed uneasy and suspicious--he even glanced sharply at every -one near by as though some inward monitor warned him he was being -outgeneraled. - -The bystanders were to all appearances quite innocent of wrong -intentions, and he could not run after the man who walked away so -composedly, demanding that he then and there give an account of -himself--those in whose veins bounds the hot blood of Spain stand no -such peremptory challenges as that, and the answer just as likely as -not would be the drawn arm, the glint of polished steel, the thud of a -_cuchillo_ striking home--ugh! he wanted not of that sort. - -Oh! yes, Julio knew all about this, for his education while neglected -in some other particulars was quite up to date when it came to the stir -and danger of war--he had been through many a little engagement himself -during his checkered career, and knew just what he would do under -similar conditions. - -Wherefore his exceeding caution. - -It was the development of this trait that had given Julio so long a -lease on life in spite of his many entanglements. - -Roderic now made it his business to quit the stirring locality. - -Little he cared to what lengths the mob went in their vigorous -search--they could tear the old town wide open; but he had good reason -to doubt whether they would receive any reward, since it was himself -they sought, and he had high hopes of continuing to avoid their -clutches. - -The morning would find him on the plaza, with his eyes fastened -upon the tobacconist's jaunty little shop--did he not know it well, -for had he not many a time in the past loitered in that same queer -establishment, selecting prime weeds from Senor Pedro's carefully -arranged stock, and discussing the affairs of the universe with the -white bearded philosopher who guided the destinies of the rendezvous -where men met and formed plans and sought advice. - -Ah! that was in the good days of long ago, before San Juan had heard -the deep growl of hostile Yankee guns, before it was a capital offense -to be known as an American in Porto Rico--halcyon days when Love's -brush painted all around him a rosy hue, when life's horizon knew no -cloud. - -Since then he had suffered much, but thank heaven it seemed as though -the old state was about to once more come upon him, and gold is doubly -precious when refined by fire. - -The clamor and confusion was left behind as he passed along various -narrow streets, heading once again toward the Plaza Cristobal Colon. - -Minor things attracted him as in the happy past when he knew no -care--he even stopped where the sound of guitars announced some -entertainment under a canvas shelter, and found his old acquaintances -the gypsies in their weird dance, dark skinned sons and daughters of -the warm Sierra Morena valleys. - -Other scenes, common enough in this section of the capital, drew his -attention, and he found a peculiar joy in watching two humble lovers, -he with his sturdy arm about the maiden's waist, strolling along just -beyond. - -Well satisfied with what had come to pass on this particular night -Roderic reached the cottage home of his Cuban friend, and giving the -signal knock was admitted. - -Wearied in body yet with a mind relieved from all care he sought and -found rest in sleep. - -With the coming of morning he was astir. - -Every one rises early in San Juan, for there is life and vigor in the -bracing air, a tonic that becomes a necessity to these people who live -in a semi-tropical region that has never known frost, and where midday -is stifling. - -Roderic had more than ordinary reasons for rising early on this -morning--one can look with considerable pleasure upon that day whose -dawn promises to usher in the greatest blessing on earth for him, and -this was the extent of his hopes in connection with the governor's -daughter who had saved Leon. - -When he issued forth he found that an unusual stir pervaded the town. - -Some military movement was on the _tapis_, and he presumed that it -could only be one of considerable importance, judging from the bustle -that pervaded even this portion of the town. - -Maneuvers were usually confined to those sections where the streets -were wider and a better class of citizens could enjoy the brilliant -spectacle; for no soldiers like appreciation more than those of Spain. - -Curiosity might have led Roderic to look into this matter a little more -deeply, but just at present he had his time well occupied, and besides, -it mattered very little to General Miles what the soldier garrison of -San Juan did, since they were doomed to capture at no distant day, -squirm and struggle as they pleased. - -Breakfast first, and this he secured at a cafe where many men had -gathered to drink their coffee and talk over the exciting events about -to transpire in the Antilles. They had no hesitation in expressing -sympathy with the American arms for this was not Cuba--even the Spanish -soldiers in Porto Rico had a leaning toward the Yankees--there was -far less bitterness shown than in Havana, for the people were more -independent. The sensation of liberty was in the air, and men seemed -to feel the new strength that was soon to make them a section of the -Western giant--they had known for some time what Destiny had in store -for Porto Rico, and patiently awaited the glorious dawn of that blessed -day, instead of the useless struggles of years, that would sap their -powers, and blight their beloved land, even as Cuba had been, with the -incendiary's torch and the bushwhacker's rifle. - -The day for their reward was coming, and once the stars and stripes -had been planted on Spain's colony's sacred soil, it was there to stay, -whether that land be Cuba, Porto Rico, the Ladrones or the far away -Philippines. - -It was now near the hour when he had agreed to meet the girl, so -Roderic made his way toward the plaza. While this place lacked much -of the charm that is always associated with myriads of lights, moving -gayly dressed throngs and stirring open air concerts, it was full of -people about this hour of the day since the summer sun would chase -people indoors long before noon. - -He came down in the quarter where the quaint little shop of the -tobacconist was to be found, and kept his eyes eagerly on the alert for -a figure that would, as he remembered, remind him of Georgia's. - - - - -CHAPTER XXI. - -THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN. - - -At first Roderic only met with disappointment, for while people were -continually passing, and some even went in and out of Senor Pedro's -little shop, none upon whom his observation fell seemed to bear any -resemblance to the one for whom he sought. - -This suspense only increased his eagerness. - -No doubt it would have been stronger had he expected to meet Georgia; -but his business on this August morning was closely connected with her -after all, since in the governor's daughter he saw, not a beautiful -girl who had fascinated him but a messenger bringing hopes of a bright -future. - -For once Roderic was unconscious of the fact that he seemed to be an -object of deep interest to some member of the fair sex seated on a -balcony not far away. - -She had her face partially concealed by the filmy lace so thoroughly a -part of a Spanish woman's toilet, and this she manipulated in such a -way that even a dear friend passing by might never have suspected her -identity. - -Something about Roderic appeared to have attracted her -attention--perhaps it was the fact of his haunting that immediate -vicinity, perhaps his manly showing that appealed to her heart, it -might even be possible that she believed she knew him. - -Many opportunities were given for a careful examination of his walk -and carriage, and the more this unknown senorita looked the deeper grew -her interest until at last she exclaimed softly, yet with no little -rapture: - -"_Madre de Dios!_ it is no other than he--there cannot be two men so -fashioned by Heaven, so perfect in figure, so brave in movement, so -altogether charming; but what does he seek--what the object of his -tramp back and forward?" - -Evidently milady of the balcony entertained the warmest affection for -the party whose identity she thought she had discovered under Roderic's -disguise. - -Her curiosity being aroused she began to cast about for some object -that would explain this sentinel tramp of the man on the plaza. - -It was not long before she decided that his interest was wholly taken -up with the little shop of the plaza tobacconist. - -Now doubtless the quaint establishment of Senor Pedro was a gem in its -way, and worthy of considerable notice--she chanced to know it well and -that many lovers were wont to designate it as a point near which they -appointed a rendezvous--indeed, certain tender memories even made her -gentle bosom heave, and a sigh escaped her lips as she looked again at -the shop. - -But there must be some other reason why this man of the striking -figure, and walk so energetic, so different from the usual run of -Spaniard or native Porto Rican should haunt the vicinity. - -"Ah! he expects some one--he has friends in San Juan he said--it is -a rendezvous for business. How little does he dream that eyes filled -with tender love are on him. I do not think I can much longer refrain -from letting him know--our old signal, ah! how he would hasten thither -did I but dare to give it. The temptation is irresistible. _Carramba!_ -I love him so, why should I resist since he is mine. How he will turn -and look around, and when I make one beckoning movement, ah, me, with -the speed of love he will fly to me. All else is forgotten--my hungry -heart clamors for the sound of his voice, which is life and light to -me. Yes, I will cast prudence to the winds--the spell of his presence -is over me--to feel the warm clasp of his hand, to hear his voice that -has haunted my dreams tell me again how he loves only me--ah, that -will be Heaven on earth. And to think I can enter Paradise just by one -little bird whistle--ah! what delightful suspense while I linger and -anticipate; but it is cruelty to him I love. So then, the signal that -has often in the past called him to my side." - -It chanced, however, that whatever this signal may have been she did -not make it just then. - -On the contrary, bending forward she watched the man on the plaza with -new interest, a different feeling having crept like an icy hand into -her heart. - -There was reason. - -Roderic's slow saunter had become a quick walk, and in his whole -attitude could be seen an eagerness that animated his frame--in a word -he had become electrified. - -No signal had been given, but his eyes had fallen upon a veiled female -figure that came along the plaza. - -They would meet in front of Senor Pedro's establishment, just as scores -of couples had met time without mind. - -This fact appeared to stamp itself upon the mind of the looker on--it -was apparently one of the first things she thought of. - -"The same place that was so sacred to me, and he goes to greet another -there. Am I awake or is this some terrible dream. See, they meet, he -holds out his hand--how eagerly he takes hers and raises it to his -lips. And she--I cannot see her face, but what is this--so like in -figure in her walk--surely my soul remains here on the balcony while my -human form has gone to meet its king. And yet--and yet, how can it be -so? Would to Heaven she might but remove her veil if but for one moment -that I might see whether I dream or really see him with another. Could -she have heard my wish--she raises her hand, she brushes aside the veil -as though he but had to ask the favor. Be still, treacherous, sorely -wounded heart. What beauty, what ravishing charms be in that face. And -how I could hate it if, perdition take the thought, it has come between -_us_!" - -All desire to give the signal had now fled. - -She simply crouched there in the balcony with a bruised heart, -smothering her groans, and watched the couple sauntering about the -plaza. - -Roderic, poor fellow, utterly unconscious of the fact that he was -giving pain to a heart that yearned for him, continued to promenade -with the governor's daughter. - -There were others on the plaza, and the couple attracted no particular -attention save from this one interested quarter. - -Of course he was deeply interested in what his companion was saying. - -It had a very intimate association with the happy and glorious future -he had mapped out for himself and the girl he loved. - -Perhaps his manner appeared devoted according to the film that jealousy -cast upon the eyes of she who watched from above. - -But surely Roderic did not mean it to be so. - -The governor's daughter came to him as a messenger, an angel bearing -good news, and as a gentleman how could he be other than attentive--who -could be a boor when his companion was a pretty woman? - -Alas! he little suspected how in the eager effort to further the cause -of his happiness he was heaping up coals of fire with which to inflict -torture upon himself and she whom he loved. - -When all had been told and arrangements made for a future meeting, the -girl left him. - -Roderic had imbibed some of the courtly ways of these people, and it -was not at all strange that he should again raise the hand she gave him -to his lips. - -The action however, might be misconstrued. - -He had heard much that interested him, and besides found desperate work -cut out ahead, if he hoped to save Leon, who was in deadly danger. - -Hence, when once more alone he thought to indulge in a cigar so that he -might consider the whole case, and form plans for the immediate future. -To those who are accustomed to the solace of a weed the necessity of -this step can be understood and needs no apology. - -Roderic, having a glorious destiny opening before him, and being in the -possession of unbounded health and strength, enjoyed the first part of -that cigar immensely. - -He never knew what the balance was like. - -For a shock came upon him, a shock that was entirely unexpected, and -which left him so stunned that a Wheeling stogie would have appeared as -a prime Havana in his estimation. - -What more could be said? - -As he turned in his walk he suddenly discovered a veiled figure -approaching--walk and figure declared that it could be no other than -the governor's daughter--she had forgotten something and had returned -to tell him. - -Roderic's step quickened as he hastened to meet her now faltering -advance. - -Naturally enough he smiled pleasantly--why not, under such conditions? - -Alas! that one's motives may be misconstrued--that a fever raging in -the heart may distort even the most common-place action. - -"Ah! you have relented--you will not tear yourself away so soon--you -have thought of something else that may have an importance bearing upon -our plans--plans that if properly carried out mean happiness for both -of us. Yes, I rejoice to see you return, as I was in something of a -dilemma and perhaps you can help me out." - -He had extended his hand impulsively but she refused to see it. - -"You are not angry, senorita--I have not offended you in any way, I -trust: I should never forgive myself if it were so," he said. - -Perhaps the anxiety in his tone was strong--at any rate she seemed to -tremble with half suppressed emotion and shrank back. - -Roderic became more impressed and concerned. - -"You do not speak--you _are_ offended, clown that I am to have said or -done something unwittingly that has hurt your feelings. Senorita, pray -pardon me--restore me to your favor, I beg." - -While he was thus apologizing, for what he himself did not have the -least idea, Roderic could not refrain from thoughts of an altogether -different nature, and which must have run something in this vein: - -"Now bless my soul if I know what to do in such a case. Ten minutes -ago she left me full of spirits and as warmly disposed as one could -wish--now she returns and deigns not to even accept my hand. Duse -take it, women are all alike, mysteries to me. What have I done in -the interim--lighted a cigar and wrapped myself up in thought. It's a -good enough cigar, too," casting a dubious glance at the weed as if -some vague and monstrous suspicion had arisen in his mind that the -inoffensive weed might have something to do with the matter. - -Then light broke in upon him--it came from her. - -"I do not speak, you say--it is because I am overcome with surprise, -mortification, despair--because I have learned that you have deceived -me, that you are a traitor!" came from under the veil. - -Roderic was almost paralyzed at first. - -The figure, the walk might be that of the governor's daughter, but the -voice was no other than Georgia's. - -Over his face flashed a look of joy, for his heart leaped to meet its -mistress. - -"Georgia--is it you--I thought, I believed--" - -She stopped his stammering exclamations of mingled delight and -explanation. - -"I do not care to hear what you would say, Senor Owen. After this -day, this hour, we must meet as strangers," she said, with difficulty -controlling her emotion. - -"This is cruel--you cannot mean it, when I am risking my life here in -your cause. You say that but to prove me, Georgia." - -"I mean every word of it. Think not I have no eyes, Senor Owen--I have -seen all. Doubtless your risk has been considerably ameliorated by the -pleasant company you are forced to seek." - -Then he knew what she meant. - -The shoe was on the other foot--it had come her turn to show jealousy. - -"Georgia, I can explain everything----" - -"I refuse to listen, knowing how weak I should be under the sound of -your voice." - -"I swear you wrong me." - -"Senor, I saw everything--you might tell me a wonderful tale, but I -could never forget." - -"Georgia, for the last time I implore you to give me a hearing--that -girl----" - -"Stop, do not dare to mention her to me, sir. I refuse to hear even her -name." - -She had thrown back her veil, showing her indignant face, her blazing -midnight eyes and Roderic, who had never yet seen her in this mood was -appalled. - -"Since you command it I shall say no more. Once I condemned you unheard -and God knows I paid dearly for the error. Now, with even less reason -you have accused me, and refuse to let me explain. Very good, senorita, -I too can be proud--it must be you who bridges over this abyss if it is -ever accomplished. Meanwhile I shall go my way and find Leon, thanks to -the lady you have so bitterly condemned." - -He turned with a bow and left her there. - -Roderic was cut to the quick to think that she could suspect him of -being unfaithful after all he had given up for her sake. - -It might seem as though he would have great patience with one whom he -loved and who was passing through the same bitter error that had once -engulfed him. - -Alas! human nature is not so constituted. - -His pride was touched and he believed he had gone far enough to -explain. - -Ten words, had she allowed him to say them, would have removed the -cause for doubt and suspicion; but as imperiously as a young queen, she -had forbidden him to speak, and therefore like a lamb led to the altar -he would not open his mouth again to plead his cause. - -The hour would come, when Leon was restored to her, and she saw in his -devoted wife the lovely woman whose association with Roderic had so -aroused her jealousy--that hour would witness his triumph--it would -balance the account and thus they could start afresh. - -So Roderic indulged in philosophical reflections to bolster up his -courage. - -But he smoked no more that morning. - -Georgia had stood there where he had left her as though incapable of -action--once she stretched out a hand after his retreating form, and -a low cry bubbled from her lips, now hidden by the veil; but by no -movement or outcry did she attempt to recall him. - -"It is better that I should die than live to be deceived. He would -explain, but how could my eyes deceive me? And she was so beautiful, -when he kissed her hand. Oh! it was cruel, and he, my Roderic is like -all men, a perfidious monster. I may not forget him but I shall try to -learn to _hate_ him." - -Evidently she believed she had a big contract on hand. Then her better -nature, urged by the love that nestled in her heart, had an inning. - -"He kissed her hand--true, yet since when has that become a crime -that men should be condemned because of it? Last night did not General -Parrado raise my hand to his lips respectfully. I wonder whether he was -pilloried for it this morning by the Lady who Must be Obeyed. What did -he say--"find Leon, thanks to the lady you have so bitterly condemned." -Have I done wrong--is he still true? Oh! weak heart, how you cling to -your idol--oh! yearning soul, with what power may I tear your clinging -tendrils away from the oak around which they have grown? It will be -death to the vine--death to poor wretched me." - -She returned slowly to the house, hoping that Roderic would repent his -rash resolve and return to give her another chance. - -But alas, he came not, for the wound was too fresh, and the salt that -had been rubbed into it smarted too fiercely. - -Upon the balcony Georgia spent all of the day save the hours for -_siesta_--she watched eagerly those who went up and down the plaza, yet -no sign came from the one beloved. - -By degrees the full realization of her desolation came upon her. - -"I have chased him from me--with scorn and bitterness have I sent my -Roderic away, and he will come no more. Woe is me, wretched Georgia. -He swore by the stars, by everything he held sacred, yes, even by the -grave of his sainted mother that he loved only me. And I have refused -to hear him. He will never seek me again. Night's shades are falling -and without his assistance I must venture into the jaws of danger--for -Leon's sake. Heaven forgive me and crush my haughty heart because it -has made him suffer. Heaven give me a chance to atone for my pride, for -the insult put upon him." - -And thus lamenting the prettiest girl in all San Juan saw the lights -begin to gleam in the island capital. - - - - -CHAPTER XXII. - -TO THE OLD FORTRESS. - - -There was one remarkably good trait about Owen--he had a powerful will, -and when he chose could concentrate all his abilities upon a certain -subject, to the exclusion of everything else. - -It pleased him to nurse his grievances for a time--what badly used -biped would not be addicted to the same luxury. - -Then, with a mighty upheaval he cast the whole load from him. - -The public weal demanded his full attention and private woes must take -a back seat. - -For the present, therefore, he effaced cruel Georgia from his mind, and -resolutely set his shoulder to the wheel. - -Roderic was himself again, calm, shrewd and with a contempt for danger -that might take him to the border land of reckless endeavor, though he -usually knew how to check this in good time to make it a servant rather -than a master. - -The day had gone. - -Alas! he had thought to mark it down with a white cross as one that -would take him a long step nearer Elysium; but instead it was to be -distinguished by a red mark. - -Was there a fatality in his love for Georgia? - -Were they doomed never to know happiness? - -That was the last uneasy thought that came to him ere he shut the whole -scene out of his mind, as a rain squall envelopes the landscape. - -It was no ordinary affair which Roderic now took up; at least it -promised to afford considerable danger, and would call for a display of -energy on his part, of no mean calibre. - -He went into it with a grim feeling such as he could not remember -experiencing on any previous occasion. - -Perhaps this was caused in part by the dead weight upon his mind, for -it was singular that he should be placing his life in jeopardy in order -to please a girl who had jilted him, cast him aside like a worn-out -glove. - -It added to the piquancy of the thing, but Roderic could not say he -hoped for a repetition. - -The governor's daughter had given him strange information about Leon. - -This brother of Georgia seemed fated to see the inside of more than one -Spanish prison. His experience in Morro Castle, from whence he escaped -through the assistance of the girl who had fallen in love with him, -one would think must have been quite enough in that line; but he had -somehow or other again fallen into the hands of his foes. - -Thus it happened that he had been in the San Juan prison, condemned -to exile, on the morning of the memorable twelfth of May, when about -daybreak Sampson's powerful fleet opened on the forts and were in turn -barked at by the bold Spanish gunners, who showed their bravery if they -did no damage. - -It happened that the prison was probably the most exposed building -in the city, lying as it did between the fleet and the pulverine, the -gallery of it fronting on the harbor. - -Without warning a shell exploded in the wall, and that side of the -building became a wreck. - -Bricks and _debris_ flew in every direction, and all who were in the -apartment with Leon found themselves on their backs. - -Such a chorus of frightened shouts went up--demoralization reigned -supreme. - -But Leon, who had not been seriously injured, was quick to see that -once again the Providence that seemed to watch over his fortunes had -interposed in a miraculous manner to save him--the Yankee shell in its -inquisitive search for the most available Spanish property to destroy -had torn out almost one side of the prison, and through the gaping -aperture freedom beckoned. - -So he had crawled out, covered with dust and bearing several wounds -where the flying bricks had come in contact with his person. - -Two days later he had been again seized, being betrayed by a negro in -whom he and his lovely wife had unwisely placed confidence. - -From that day on he had been kept in close confinement, and finally -again brought to trial. This time conviction was followed with a still -more severe penalty--he was doomed to be shot. - -Roderic learned the whole story--it would not pay to take time to give -the details--one who had sought the governor's daughter's hand and been -coldly received had been elevated to a high military position in Porto -Rico, and found himself in a way to visit his miserable displeasure -upon the man who succeeded where he failed. - -Perhaps he hoped to win the widow--Heaven only knows, for some knaves -have assurance enough to offer a hand red with a husband's blood to the -heart-broken beauty who mourns his loss. - -At any rate this was the situation that demanded Roderic's attention. - -It was serious enough to call for determined effort on his part. - -True, he had never as yet met Leon, but somehow a deep interest in the -young Porto Rican's fate had taken possession of him--when a man has -supped many times with adventure, he experiences a sympathetic feeling -for one who had also rubbed up against the hard side of life. - -Besides, Leon was _her_ brother, and anything that was in the remotest -degree connected with Georgia appealed to his chivalrous nature. - -Last of all he had promised, aye, taken a solemn vow, that he would -find Leon, and this being interpreted meant that should the young -man be in a predicament of any sort it would be his business and his -pleasure to succor him if such a thing lay in the bounds of human -possibility. - -Roderic had means of communication abroad. - -A cablegram sent from Europe to a certain correspondent in New York -would be immediately transmitted to another point in the West Indies, -possibly San Domingo, where the message would be put in the form of a -letter and sent to an imaginary Spaniard at San Juan. - -Thus it happened that when he returned to the humble roof that -sheltered him, when evening drew on apace, he found there a well -thumbed missive which upon being hastily opened contained this sanguine -message: - -"Have broken the bank at Monte Carlo. Will sail to join you to-morrow." - -Roderic laughed--he could not help it. - -Darby had longed for a chance to try some peculiar combination he had -hatched up upon the great gambling centre, and this opportunity had -appeared a wonderful favor. - -The chance was one in a million, yet it had actually come to pass. - -"I've heard the song about the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo, -but never dreamed I would in any way be instrumental in sending a -representative there who would do that same thing. Good for Darby, -lucky fellow. By the way, I wonder does that charming adventuress sail -with him--if so the chances are ten to one the fortune he has won will -not be in his possession long. Well, it must be some time before he can -join me, unless he manages to board some Spanish steamer, taking the -guise of a don; and such vessels are exceedingly scarce on the high -seas now." - -With that he lighted the paper and destroyed every trace of Spanish -chirography. - -Once again he turned his full attention toward the rescue of Leon. - -Other elements were working toward that same end, yet of this fact -Roderic was of course profoundly ignorant, and he labored on as though -only through his endeavors could the man condemned to be shot find a -chance for safety. - -He had laid out his plans after the manner of a general who goes to war. - -Every little detail had to be looked into, and arrangements made -whereby a secondary battery could be brought to bear, should the first -fail to prove effective. - -It was perhaps unfortunate that he would have to work single handed, -because he knew of no one in all San Juan whom he could thoroughly -trust in this matter of life and death. - -How he missed Darby--what a tower of strength the man would have been -to him just now. - -Roderic however, never sighed for the moon; when he could not have what -he wanted he was philosophical enough to drop the subject and content -himself with what he had. - -The man with whom he had taken up his temporary abode in San Juan was a -faithful fellow, but lacked the ability to serve him in this emergency -when so much depended on the move of a hand or the exact carrying out -of prearranged plans. - -Roderic had indeed asked numerous questions, and the information -received, added to what he already knew from personal experience, -placed him in a position to "carry the war into Africa." - -Leon was confined in an old fortress that presented a most picturesque -appearance by moonlight, and would have made an excellent subject for -amateur photographers, yet possessed few elements of modern strength. - -Like St. John's church, it had received a few compliments from -Sampson's fleet, which gaping apertures, together with accumulated -_debris_, only served to add to the picturesque confusion. - -Roderic had prowled about this neighborhood considerably during the -day, careful not to attract attention, yet with the desire to learn the -actual lay of the land, so that even under cover of darkness he would -be able to move with at least a fair degree of certainty. - -It presented a good view of the bay and harbor, the governor general's -palace on the point and the few vessels in the harbor, chief of which -was the Spanish torpedo boat destroyer Terror. - -Roderic had cast longing looks toward the trim steam yacht anchored -there, from the stern of which whipped the Union Jack of England--he -would have given much for an opportunity to interest Cleo in his -daring scheme, and in Captain Beven he knew he could have had an able -coadjutor, for the sailor liked nothing better than adventure. - -Still, Roderic had believed it was best not to seek an audience with -his cousin--he did not wish to drag her into the risky game if he could -help it. - -Perhaps--who can tell--some peculiar sense of honor held him -back--perhaps he reasoned that as this desperate move on his part, -this contemplated rescue of Leon from a Spanish dungeon and death -at sunrise, was but a link in the chain of his suit for the love of -Georgia, it would be adding insult to injury did he endeavor to enlist -Cleo's services in behalf of the venture. - -One thing he had determined to do--it was really forced upon him as a -_dernier ressort_, since there was no other means of getting Leon out -of the country after his escape from prison had been effected, if he -were so fortunate as to accomplish this. - -He had a note written to Cleo in his pocket and this he meant that Leon -and his wife should deliver in person aboard the yacht. - -That Cleo would find means of hiding them on board until the -Dreadnaught sailed for Jamaica he never once doubted. - -With some anxiety he studied the heavens and the conditions of the -weather, for what this August night brought in its train was a matter -of considerable importance to him. - -There would be a moon, very near the full, but clouds promised to shut -it from view, at least the major portion of the time. - -Roderic counted this as an especial favor in his direction. - -He meant to take advantage of it. - -All minor matters had been positively arranged, even to the boat in -which they were to be carried to the English yacht, and this was in -itself a very important factor in the game, one that by any neglect in -making up the programme might have proved a fatal error. - -He killed time in the early evening by loitering around the coffee -houses and hearing the various opinions expressed by Spanish soldiers -and San Juan citizens regarding the immediate future of the city, for -it was generally known that Ponce had fallen into the hands of the -aggressive Yankees, and that the "thin blue line" was advancing across -the country in the direction of the north coast, capturing everything -_en route_, even to the hearts of the people, who hailed the Americans -as their deliverers. - -It was a distinct pleasure to Roderic to know that the army of -occupation had landed on the soil of Spain's finest colony, for he -realized that the glorious flag of liberty once planted would never be -taken down again. - -San Juan did not worry. - -Indeed, the city probably never looked more gay than on this August -night, when, after an unusually torrid day the cool ocean breeze, -following the rain, invited every one to loiter out of doors, and join -in the characteristic Spanish holiday season. - -To Roderic these light hearted people were the greatest of all -mysteries. - -If New York city were threatened by a hostile army, and its speedy -capture as good as insured, he could imagine the fearful panic that -must take place, how white faced women, and men too, would throng the -streets laden with precious household goods, seeking some avenue of -escape. - -Yet here was a city that had already experienced some of the horrors of -a bombardment and with another in prospect, probably of a more drastic -nature, giving itself up to pleasure as wholly as though peace ruled -the camp, the fleet and the grove. - -It was astonishing, marvelous! - -Roderic of course knew the reason--he had made a close study of Spanish -character, and found that like the Southern plantation negro these -sons and daughters of Iberia never worry save over the troubles of the -immediate present. - -Let the future take care of itself--on with the dance--what if trouble -does come, that will be "_manana_," to-morrow, and why should they -worry until the time arrives? - -Bah! when the first shell from the monitors and battle ships goes -shrieking over the forts to explode perhaps among the houses of the -town--that will be time enough to show anxiety, and once started they -can make up for wasted opportunities. - -Such is the settled policy of these people, no matter where found, and -it is the main reason why they are outstripped in the race by such -energetic, wide awake, ever ready to seize an open opportunity nations -as the Anglo Saxons and Teutons. - -Spain has accomplished her work on the earth, a savage and cruel -one in many respects, yet fraught with much daring--she it was who -centuries back sent her bold navigators to the ends of the little known -world to plant the yellow and crimson banner there--her barbarous -methods of government led each of her numerous colonies in turn to -revolt and declare the shackles broken from their limbs, but Spain -never changed her policy as did Great Britain after losing the United -States. - -With the end of her late war Spain found herself virtually stripped of -colonial possessions, and from this time forward she must live within -herself--her cruel but in one sense necessary work in opening the world -to light has been finished and she will never again know the glory that -has been hers in the past. - -Roderic often thought over these things, for they were very pertinent -to the subject, and every true blue Yankee must at times consider the -future of these glorious islands thus coming into possession of the -great republic. - -Thus he killed time while waiting for the night to move on. - -It was best that he delay his desperate work until San Juan had at -least in a measure quieted down, since there was more chance of the -sentries being careless, and less fear of running against citizens in -the street after the rescue should have been effected. - -The minutes dragged, for he was eager to get to work--like a war horse -that paws the ground and tugs at his halter when the distant booming of -guns and the pungent scent of burnt powder announce the battle to have -begun. - -At length his patience gave out. - -By stretching a point the time had come for him to advance on the -outer works, for which he was extremely grateful; with a sigh of -genuine relief he threw off the incubus that had borne so heavily upon -him during this delay, and set his face toward the ancient fortress -that had seen almost every event of interest happening in San Juan from -the days of that gallant adventurer and seeker after the Fountain of -Youth, Ponce de Leon. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIII. - -HOW THEY WENT IN. - - -The battlements and towers of the old fortification stood up grimly -against the clouded heavens when Roderic drew near--just as they had -reared themselves for centuries, and looked down upon many of the -strangest scenes marking the history of new America. - -Roderic had considerable respect for antiquity, and yielded the palm -to none when it came to holding in reverence such wonderful mementoes -of the past; but common sense triumphed over such feelings, and -when necessity demanded that he should push the sanctity of age and -tradition into the background, he never hesitated. - -Should the success of his avowed undertaking be in peril he would feel -it incumbent upon himself to walk roughshod over the range and even -destroy if necessary the finest and most venerated relic of olden days. - -Such is the price of American progress--a musty disease breeding old -palace must be transformed into a modern hive of industry or be leveled -to the ground in order to make way for some edifice of more value -to humanity; for these Americans are a practical people of to-day, -seeking not to perpetuate the evils of the dead past, but to raise up -the masses to a higher plane where they may enjoy the fruits of their -labor, reap the benefits of free education and worship God in their own -way, irrespective of church and state. - -It was well known to Owen that Spanish sentries, Mauser in hand, -patroled the walls and corridors of the old building. - -He had even marked as minutely as possible where each soldier's beat -began and ended, for it is such little things as this that count in the -long run, often most unexpectedly. - -It appeared to be a formidable task for one American to -undertake--seldom had a heavier load been placed upon a single pair of -shoulders; but fortunately this man was singularly well equipped for -the task, since his previous work for years had always been in this -same line. - -He therefore viewed the great ragged pile of ancient masonry, over -which the banner of Castile and Aragon flapped in the night breeze, -with something of the gladiator's spirit when he was wont to face a -tiger in the arena--the immensity of the task aroused every atom of -determination, quickened his blood and caused him to feel an eagerness -to open hostilities. - -All seemed quiet. - -Not far away lay the great barracks of the Spanish soldiers, and he -could even hear them call out at times. - -This lent additional piquancy to the game--when it became necessary to -snatch a condemned prisoner from the very heart of the Spanish camp, -the glory attending success would be all the greater. - -Not that Roderic sought additional sources of danger--he would have -been satisfied with much less, since his one purpose was to save Leon -and win his sister. - -A clock in the city boomed the hour. - -"I am on time--now to see if my fellow laborer has reached the -rendezvous," Roderic muttered. - -At one point the shadow of the corner tower fell athwart the white -road and here he turned. - -A little birdlike trill greeted his ears--it might have proceeded from -some feathered songster ensconced among the leafy vines that covered -the rugged wall, and which had been disturbed by his stealthy advance. - -The American seemed to believe otherwise, for he quickly imitated the -sound. - -Whereupon there appeared a figure from behind a buttressed base of the -tower wall, a figure that approached him at first eagerly, then coyly. - -Roderic took several steps forward to meet the half unwilling advance -of the other. - -"Senora, is it you?" he whispered, eagerly. - -"Si, senor," came the low reply from the figure dressed in masculine -garments. - -"Good. We are both on time. The night favors us as much as we could -hope for. Let us then go to work without delay." - -"Heaven bless you, senor--" - -"Not a word in that line--it is useless, and dangerous as well, since -sentries are on the ramparts and they have keen ears. I feared you -might not come, for the danger would appall many." - -"Ah! senor, what is danger to me--what would I not risk if by so doing -I could save _his_ life, my beloved Leon? Fire and blood could not hold -me in check if _he_ called. My life is his alone, for without him all -else would be dead. That is the love a Spanish woman gives, senor. Do -not forget it when you think of Georgia." - -Roderic was thrilled by her words, so intense so full of -devotion--yes, few nationalities can love with the fire and enthusiasm -shown by Spain's sons and daughters, and if their affection does not -always stand the test of time, lay it to the burning zeal that eats up -the heart. - -He remembered that he too was beloved by just such an impulsive, -beautiful girl, who at this hour was doubtless wrestling with the deep -wounds wrought by jealousy's fingers; and the recollection gave him -both ecstasy and keen pain. - -At least he said no more to her of the danger she ran--in the service -of love what matters it where peril lies; the sacred nature of the duty -renders every obligation a privilege. - -"Follow me, please, and keep close to the wall. When I stop do likewise -and crouch down. Should one of the fellows on the walls call out, make -no move, utter no sound, but wait until I direct you." - -Such were his brief instructions. - -She gave him to understand that she comprehended all he wished. - -Then they moved away, keeping close to the rough walls, where the -shadows lay thickest. - -It was a slow and laborious task. - -Here and there lay heaps of broken bricks, just where they had fallen -Heaven alone knew how many years back, since it is a settled Spanish -rule never to spoil the picturesque and _bizarre_ by miserable modern -attempts at thrift and cleanliness--vines had grown over the _debris_ -and moon flowers whitened the face of the rough wall. - -It may have been very pretty, but it made the task Roderic had marked -out more tiresome than it would otherwise have been. - -He did not grumble however, and Inez would never have complained -even though compelled to creep through an acre of prickly pear or -cactus--her holy fervor of love sanctified the means, and she blessed -the Virgin for allowing her such a privilege to prove her devotion. - -She was a woman in ten thousand--happy Leon, to possess such a loyal -heart. - -Besides, while temporarily suffering from these accumulation of years, -Roderic knew they were soon to profit through something in the same -line. - -Leon had escaped from his former prison by means of a gaping aperture -made by an inquisitive Yankee shell--the story of his thrilling -adventure had made a deep impression on the mind of Owen, and -discovering just such a grand opening in the wall of the old medieval -structure against which he had now pitted his forces he resolved to -improve upon the experience of Georgia's brother. - -They could, if given half a show, both enter and make their final exit -by this means. - -He had the location of the opening pretty well in mind, and was heading -for it now. - -They had fully embarked upon their perilous mission, and please Heaven, -would sooner or later meet with the anticipated reward. - -The sentinels paced their beats above on the broad walls, and their -"_quien vive_" as they approached each other, together with the answer, -came plainly to the ears of those crowded below. - -Roderic breathed easier when he discovered that they had reached the -vicinity of this ragged aperture, for at least one portion of their -dangerous journey was over. - -He exercised double care at this point, for while the coast had -appeared clear during the day, that was no sign that it might not be -policed after nightfall. - -These Spanish sentries have little scruples about opening fire upon -any suspicious person seen in the act of endeavoring to enter one of -their fortifications under the protecting shades of night--scores of -wretched reconcentradoes in Cuba thus paid the penalty of rashness or -curiosity with their lives. - -A little close observation told him that in all likelihood the opening -had not been made an especial object of surveillance--two slow moving -automatons, _yclept_ sentries, in the process of following their beats -to a conclusion approached this scene of wreck about once in five -minutes, exchanged salutation according to the discipline of the army, -indulged in a little good natured chaff, perhaps spoke of the chance -of soon beholding the beloved hills of their native land again when -the inevitable end came to the dramatic farce old Spain was playing -for the benefit of those Frenchmen and others holding five hundred -million dollars worth of Cuban bonds--and then wheeling left the spot -to darkness and the bats for another spell. - -It was easy enough to pick out the proper time to begin the climb, -but after once starting they found it a trifle more difficult to make -progress, for the material under their feet threatened to trip them up, -and several times one of them started some of the broken bricks moving -in a way that opened the possibility of an avalanche. - -Thus they had gone but little more than half way when Roderic, -believing the time between the meeting of the sentries must have -elapsed, whispered to his companion to crouch down and move no more. - -At this instant a dislodged brick fell with some little clatter down -the declivity, and the sound appeared magnified in his ears because of -its possible serious results. - -A Spanish voice called out above, being answered from the opposite -side, and Roderic looking up could see the two sentinels plainly -outlined, as they stood peering into the gloom below, and indulging -in various speculations as to the cause of the sound that had reached -their ears. - -It was a minute of intense suspense, for he had grave fears lest they -bombard the spot with broken bricks, in order to satisfy their minds -that no secret enemy lurked there. - -Fortunately just at this moment a zigzag flying bat, creature of the -tropics, came whirring out of the gloom below, and actually knocked off -one of the sentries' hat, which unexpected incident caused considerable -hard words from the man who received the scare, and was greeted with an -equal amount of half suppressed laughter from the other quarter. - -At least, since the hat was saved the incident might be set down as -closed--no bricks were fired into the chasm, for which Roderic was -devoutly thankful, not merely on his own account, but because he had -one under his charge for whose safety he held himself responsible. - -When the two Dromios above had withdrawn and with shouldered Mausers -again sauntered down their several beats he whispered words of -encouragement to the shrinking form so close at hand, and bade her once -more follow his lead. - -The venture proved a success, so far as their _entree_ was concerned, -for by the time Spanish eyes and ears again approached the broken spot -in the ramparts the two intruders had gained the corridor and were safe -within the walls. - -This was only a beginning--the first step. - -Around them stretched the massive walls of the ancient landmark, and -somewhere within their confines Leon was to be found. - -Roderic never groped in the dark when there was a chance for light, -and he had used his utmost endeavors during the day in trying to locate -the prisoner. - -One portion of the old fortification was literally a picturesque ruin. - -It did not seem possible that even the easy going Spaniards would -confine a prisoner, condemned to be shot, to this antiquated wreck, for -there would be too much chance of his escaping, especially one who had -already proven so hard to hold as Leon. - -This was of course mere speculation on the part of the Yankee, but -he had taken note of several facts that seemed to corroborate his -suspicion. - -At any rate so strongly impressed was he with this idea that once -within the fortress he had no hesitation in turning to the left. - -Possibly Roderic never had a more difficult task than the one now -confronting him. - -The interior of the great pile of masonry was almost a sealed book to -him, the best he could do during the afternoon having given him but a -shadowy idea as to how it was constructed. - -Of course most of it was inhabited only by bats and owls, a sombre -relic of past glories, which fact added to the confusion. - -Sentries patroled sections of the place, just as had been marked -out for them--indeed, it was almost impossible to know when one of -these jack-in-the-box guardians might bob up serenely directly in the -intruder's path. - -This fact kept Roderic's nerves on a tension; but the sensation was no -new one to him--he felt pretty much as does the hound held in leash, -and scenting the game near by. - -Inez followed him closely. - -She was "dead game" as Roderic more than once muttered to himself when -he noticed how she copied his movements. - -Never did man have a more faithful and devoted spouse, ready to -undertake all risks for his sake--never did woman have a motive more -sacred to urge her forward to the rescue of one beloved. - -Roderic knew he was enlisted in a good cause, and in his mind this -counted for much. - -Their progress while laborious, seemed to be in the right direction. - -Evidences multiplied to the effect that this wing of the fortress was -under surveillance, as though it contained that over which it was -necessary a guard should be placed. - -Roderic had been in Russia--he had visited the historic pile of masonry -at St. Petersburg on the Volga known as the Fortress of Peter and Paul, -and had seen its numerous dungeons, its impregnable gates and the -wonderful methods in vogue among the troops guarding its walls. - -Something about this structure in San Juan recalled the prison and -fort of Holy Russia--perhaps it was the gloom, the dark dungeons and -general funereal aspect of the place, for surely there could be little -comparison otherwise. - -Occasionally the moon appeared and gave them some means of seeing what -lay ahead; but on these occasions they were compelled to lie quiet so -that their presence might not be discovered. - -All the while they were progressing. - -A labyrinth of masonry surrounded them, and Roderic had to bring to -bear many shrewd tactics in order to keep from getting lost. - -His usual manner of doing this was simple and yet wonderfully effective. - -When they came to a place where the passage forked, and it appeared -puzzling to judge which way they should turn, he did not decide hastily -but spent a little time in ascertaining whether one of the routes did -not show more signs of usage than the other, and in every case he found -a very distinct difference. - -By following the passage in general use it stood to reason that he -would sooner or later reach the closed dungeon. - -Through such tactics, employed with success by those Nimrods of the -forests in their search after game, Roderic had always been able to -accomplish tasks that were deemed next to impossible by others of his -craft, who governed their actions by antiquated rules lacking in common -sense. - -It was evident that they had crossed the Rubicon--that their bridges -had been burned behind them. - -Once discovered in the depths of this place and the chances seemed -twenty to one that they would never leave it alive. - -Roderic scouted such a thought--he never allowed it to interfere with -his work--chances of failure were not to be taken as a factor in the -matter whatever--success must be the beacon held up to lure them on, -glorious success. - -Such confidence brings wonderful results in all things, and would -account for some of the success attending his past. - -A brilliant diplomat is compelled to be bold as well as sagacious. - -To find Leon and bring about his release--to cheat the Spanish army of -a victim whom they expected to execute at sunrise--this was the mission -he had undertaken, and with the kind assistance of good fortune, added -to his tact, he meant that the harvest should be bountiful. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIV. - -THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON. - - -A gentle tug at his coat made Roderic turn. - -It was Inez, who desired to speak, and yet who knew she should not -utter a word above the lowest whisper. - -"What is it?" he asked. - -"Tell me--are we not nearing there--I am so anxious--my heart almost -suffocates me, for it beats like wildfire," she gasped. - -He pitied her, for he could easily understand why she should thus feel -distressed. - -"Courage--we cannot be far away from his cell now. Bear up, and all -will be well. To fail at this time would mean his death." - -Roderic did not add that their own fate would probably be also -sealed--he knew that fact only too well, but it was useless to mention -it. - -At any rate all Inez thought of was Leon's welfare. - -She seemed to call upon some reserve force, and her companion knew the -crisis had been safely passed, for which he was deeply thankful. - -When he said he believed they were near the spot where they would find -Leon, he spoke truly. - -There were strong evidences of dungeons all around them, some with the -doors entirely gone, while others had a stout barrier hanging from one -great rusty hinge. - -It might be supposed that ere long they would run across those still -remaining in a good state of preservation, and in which prisoners were -confined. - -Perhaps an especial guard had been stationed in the passage. - -If so it would be Roderic's duty to take care of him, and to this end -he had previously made ample preparation. - -Desperate measures are only carried to a successful issue by heroic -treatment, and no man was better equipped for this purpose than the -American who dared enter San Juan while the Spanish flag still waved -over the walls. - -The darkness was now against them, and it would have been almost -impossible to advance but for a streak of luck that separated clouds -and moon, and allowed the latter to sift her silvery radiance down -through various breaches in the overhanging walls, thus dissipating to -some extent the appalling gloom. - -Thanks then to this feeble illumination Roderic with his keen vision -was enabled to discover a figure ahead. - -Spanish soldiers doing duty in the tropics are generally in the habit -of wearing white uniforms made of some coarse drilling or canvas. - -It was this fact that betrayed the presence of the guard, and Roderic -mentally thanked his lucky stars for the favor. - -He watched the man. - -The Spaniard seemed nervous, and would walk up and down with jerky -steps, stopping now and then to try the doors of several cells. - -Roderic was unable to decide what the man was up to, since Spanish -soldiers as a rule are not given to exert themselves overly much. - -Now and then the fellow would stop, and at such times his attitude -strongly reminded the watcher of one who was straining his hearing in -the hope of catching some eagerly anticipated signal. - -After a little reflection Roderic felt compelled to decide that the -fellow was anxiously waiting for a relief guard to appear, although -this hardly satisfied him. - -His duty in the premises was clear enough. - -That guard was in the way. - -He threatened to block their game just when, after surmounting so many -difficulties, it promised to bring them success. - -Such a thing could not be allowed. - -The guard would have to succumb, like all Spaniards, to superior Yankee -dominion. - -First he must give Inez warning as to his intentions, so that she might -not be alarmed when he quitted her side. - -He found her very sensible, for she realized that some such move must -be adopted to get rid of the miserable sentry. - -"Spare him not, senor--he has doubtless taken delight in torturing -my Leon--have no pity on the wretch," she whispered in his ear, with -considerable warmth. - -Roderic had his own notion about the eternal fitness of things, and -being a cool, sensible American instead of a hot blooded Spaniard, he -was decidedly averse to shedding blood when such a thing might possibly -be avoided. - -There were other ways of accomplishing the same end, this Yankee brain -decided. - -With a few last words of caution to Inez, who was trembling all over -with excitement, he left her and started upon his advance. - -An old Indian fighter might have been proud of the progress Roderic -made. - -He imitated a cat creeping upon a bird, his eyes being glued upon the -white garbed figure of the guard, and every movement governed by that -of the man who carried the Mauser. - -Foot by foot he went forward. - -The guard was muttering to himself as he still moved restlessly from -one heavy door to another. - -Something undoubtedly disturbed him, but it was a mystery to Roderic, -who could not quite catch the words he let fall, and which might have -simplified matters had he heard them. - -The closer he drew the more cautious he became. - -Everything depended on the successful issue of his plans; even his own -future happiness was at stake in the matter. - -It may be taken for granted, therefore, that he exercised his utmost -care, for after all there is no motive so positive of good results in -a general way, as self interest--it makes a success of co-operative -factories wherever tried. - -Roderic was finally in a position to lay his plans for a finish. - -He waited until the man's back was turned and then slipped forward to a -certain dark doorway previously selected. - -Then he awaited the return of the sentry--awaited him as the tiger lies -in cover for his advancing prey, with muscles tense and drawn, and -every small nerve on the alert for the desperate charge. - -Ah! the fellow in pursuing his eccentric tactics had reached what -appeared to be the terminus of his beat, and wheeling had started back, -utterly unconscious of what lay in store for him and that each nervous -step took him closer to his fate. - -Roderic was perfectly cool and collected--he was not in the habit of -giving way to excitement and losing his advantage. - -As he thus lay in wait and watched the advance of the dusky figure -which he had set out to overcome, he even selected the very portion of -the sentry's person upon which he should throw his full force. - -Closer still. - -The man's fate hung like the sword of Damocles, as by a single hair. - -Roderic timed his leap with such precision that he struck the sentry -totally unawares. - -A dark figure launched forward like a gigantic bat--the man only had -time to give a gurgle of surprise when a firm hand closed on his -throat, and the sound died there. - -Such was the impetus of Roderic's advance that the two of them went to -the stone floor. - -Immediately the American felt his antagonist cease to struggle, and he -knew the other must have been knocked senseless through the blow on the -head received when he came in contact with the flagging. - -The percussion had sounded loud enough at least, to account for his -having lost all interest in affairs mundane. - -Roderic hoped he was not killed, nor did he have any reason to believe -such a fate had overtaken the wretched guard. - -At least everything seemed to be working beautifully in his favor, and -he certainly could find no cause for complaint. - -What was to be done with this pretty thing, now that he had secured the -prize? - -The man might prove to be something of a white elephant on his hands. - -However, his first move was to drag out some stout cord, with which he -made the fellow's hands and feet secure. - -In doing so he could not but notice,--through touch more than sight, -since the darkness was only partially dissipated by the moon's -inquisitive beams that forced an entrance--that the luckless guard had -delicate hands such as he had seldom noticed among the common Spanish -soldiers. - -At another time he might have endeavored to assign some logical reason -for this thing, but just at the present crisis it mattered little. - -The end and not the means engrossed his fullest attention. - -When he took hold of the senseless guard and began dragging him across -the corridor to the shade that lay more densely in that quarter, it was -only with the intention of getting him out of the way, so that in case -any one came along he would not stumble over the fellow and thus have -the peculiar status of affairs rudely thrust upon his attention. - -Perhaps Roderic was not as careful as he might and should have been--at -any rate he tripped and fell over some object lying in his way. - -Even as he went down he was strongly impressed with the suspicion that -what he had taken his cropper over was a human being, and possibly a -second guard enjoying a quiet nap. - -Hence, Roderic scrambled up in all haste with the intention of throwing -himself upon the fellow, and if possible preventing him from giving the -alarm, for that was what his wretched mistake might end in. - -To his surprise as well as gratification there was not the least sign -of an aroused sentry endeavoring to gather his scattered senses and -shout for help. - -All was silent. - -He put out his hand, groping for the object which had been the cause -of his tumble. - -When finally he touched it a peculiar sensation flashed over him from -head to foot, for in truth it was a human being. - -Could the man be dead? - -Had there been some drunken dispute between the guards resulting in a -tragedy? - -He remembered the peculiar actions of the man who now lay bound near by. - -Bending over the second fellow he speedily made a discovery of some -moment. - -A strong scent of liquor greeted him and his hand came upon the flask -still clutched in the miserable guard's hand. - -Where he got it, and why the second man did not take his share were -puzzling questions which Roderic only shook his head over. - -For him it was quite sufficient that the two sentries had in different -ways been rendered _hors de combat_, and would so far as he could see, -give him no further trouble. - -So he left them there, the second chap with his head resting lovingly -upon the body of the toper, two of a kind and well matched, he -considered. - -Perhaps there would be a reckoning when the officer of the guard came -around later, though if the flask still contained a portion of its -original contents he might forgive the erring one. - -Roderic sincerely hoped he had seen the last of the two guards--he -expressed a low but earnest desire that their slumbers might be sweet, -and indefinitely prolonged--at least until his desperate work had been -accomplished. - -He uttered a low signal, the same bird call that, trilling forth at the -tower corner of the fortress had brought Inez to his side. - -She heard and gladly tripped forward. - -It was a supreme moment for her--the girl was tremendously excited, -and cast several quick glances toward the spot where the demoralized -section of the invincible Spanish army lay. - -Roderic noticed how her eager hand crept toward her bosom as she looked -toward the dimly seen figures, and he quickly said: - -"Come, we must find the door of his cell." - -"You leave foes upon the trail you must tread on your return," was the -significant way in which she put it. - -"They are helpless--God forbid I should do murder," he returned, -knowing at the same time that the Spanish way was the safer way. - -The first cell door was beside them. - -Roderic, bending over discovered that it was secured by a heavy iron -bar--so far as he could see there was no other obstacle to an entrance. - -He seized upon this and exerting his strength threw it over. - -It made something of a clanking sound, possibly subdued, but to -Roderic's mind very like the gong of a railway station dining room. - -Inez uttered a low cry of alarm and he could hear her whisper the name -of her patron saint, as if invoking heavenly aid. - -"It's all right--don't be alarmed," he said, encouragingly. - -Roderic waited to draw out a little pocket lantern which when lighted -would throw some illumination upon their path. - -This done he tried the door, and finding it fast put his shoulder to it. - -Under such pressure further resistance was utterly out of the -question, and the heavy barrier quickly gave way. - -Inez would have rushed headlong in but Roderic's sturdy arm -prevented--he believed it was his duty to still lead the van so long -as the future was unknown--it would be time enough to yield that place -of vantage to his frail companion in the venture when success had been -assured. - -So they passed into the gloomy dungeon, the history of which would -doubtless prove interesting reading as shedding a strong light upon -Spain's methods of colonizing, for in the years gone no doubt many -a political prisoner had been tortured here with all the despotic -barbarism that marked the infernal Inquisition of old. - -Looking eagerly around the cell Roderic almost immediately discovered -the object of his search. - -Some one was standing beside a chair at the further end--some one who -had evidently risen hastily at the sound of the clanking iron bar--some -one who uttered a cry at their rough entrance. - -Roderic saw and was at once struck with the astonishing likeness to -Georgia in the smooth faced young man standing there; but he had been -prepared for that fact since she herself had impressed it on his mind -when he demanded how he might know Leon should he meet him. - -Yes, brother and sister were very much alike and the sight of him just -then gave Roderic something of a shock, since it seemed as though he -were gazing upon Georgia. - -There was no longer any need of restraining Inez--at sight of the -prisoner she had uttered a cry bubbling over with limitless delight and -unable to longer keep back the eager desire to reach him, to convince -her ravished eyes that they did not deceive her soul, she sped forward. - -Not straighter does the arrow fly from the warrior's bow than this -devoted Spanish girl went to the object of her devotion. - -Surely eyes of love could easily recognize in the seeming youth the -beautiful daughter of Morro's governor. - -Her hat had fallen off in the struggle with Roderic, and her luxuriant -hair dropped almost to her waist, rendering further deception utterly -out of the question. - -Roderic fully expected to see the amazed prisoner open his arms and -eagerly take her close to his heart in a transport of joy. - -It was only natural that he should look for just such an ending to the -devoted wife's adventurous search. - -To the astonishment of the American nothing of the kind -occurred--indeed, a result about as contrary as one could well -conceive, came to pass. - -As Inez was about to throw her arms about the figure of the handsome -young fellow, he put out his hand and gave her a vigorous push aside, a -push that caused the poor girl to stagger back against the wall. - -And with his great black eyes flashing with indignation the prisoner -cried out: - -"Do not dare to touch me--go back to yonder double faced traitor, and -leave me to my fate. I would sooner be left here to moulder than be -rescued by you, _creature_!" - -Roderic was panic stricken--he could scarcely believe the evidence of -his senses--the prisoner of the dungeon was to all appearances Leon, -yet the voice was that of Georgia--the words evidently spoken by one -racked with jealousy, who saw in Inez a hated rival! - - - - -CHAPTER XXV. - -WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME. - - -It was a remarkable tableau. - -The dark dungeon with its mouldy stone walls was a fitting background. - -Roderic's little lantern did not cast a superabundance of light, but -there was enough to show the three figures in the scene. - -Inez, poor girl, had staggered back and seemed almost paralyzed--half -crouching she leaned one hand against the wall for support, and with -eyes distended by amazement and horror, stared at the prisoner as -though appalled by the thought that her Leon had gone mad--that the -cruel Spaniards had driven him out of his mind, else why should he -treat her so roughly, she who would give her life for him if need be? - -Roderic grasped the truth, and yet it was so astounding that he could -not believe the positive evidence of his senses. - -It seemed as though the hand of a magician had been extended to bring -about such an amazing transformation. - -He came to rescue Leon, and found in the young man's dungeon--Georgia! - -Was ever surprise more complete? - -Who could the wizard be--had brother and sister the power of changing -their personality at will? - -Strange fancies rioted through his excited mind as he stood there -and stared--the situation was remarkable enough to arouse the most -extravagant and marvelous thoughts. - -At the same time Roderic was conscious of a powerful desire to take -this bold maid of San Juan to his heart, for his love was still strong -within him. - -And as he thus stood and looked at her, perhaps with reproach upon -his face, the anger seemed to gradually die away from her eyes, the -color returned to her cheeks, her upraised hand that had flung Inez -so violently back fell to her side and she trembled with a mixture of -emotions. - -Strange place indeed for an explanation and yet Roderic knew it was -bound to come. - -He wished to know many things, and on her part a revolution of feeling -must take part in her heart toward the devoted being whom she had so -scornfully thrust aside. - -Of the three then, Inez was the first to find her tongue, to give -utterance to the anguish that racked her soul. - -"Holy Mother," she wailed, "he knows me not--they have robbed him -of reason--they have broken my heart. Oh! Leon, unsay those cruel -words--tell me that you still love me, or I too must go mad!" - -The prisoner of the fortress doubtless heard, but never once were those -luminous midnight orbs removed from Roderic's face. - -His disguise might have baffled some but it was of no avail where those -eyes were concerned. - -One look and the mask had been torn away--she had known him from the -instant he rushed through the arched doorway. - -By this time Roderic had succeeded in mastering his emotions--at least -he was in a fair way to gradually assume control. - -The situation, too, was becoming unbearable, for Georgia, if the -prisoner could be the girl he loved, seemed gradually being overwhelmed -by confusion, perhaps because thus seen in male attire by the man whose -respect she desired above all others, or it might be from some other -equally potent reason. - -"Georgia!" - -Just one word, but what an effect it had upon the other--the prisoner -of the dungeon burst into tears, all the while protesting and accusing -Roderic of duplicity, declaring that her love had turned to hate, and -yet giving this assertion the lie by the very emphasis with which she -spoke. - -It was a tirade of almost meaningless phrases, just such as one might -expect from an impulsive whole hearted daughter of the tropics, who -loved and suffered, and whose brave front, artificially sustained, had -given way under this sudden shock. - -Roderic did not wince--Roderic knew he held the magic power in his -grasp whereby he could change this mourning into rejoicing--he knew she -loved him in spite of what she might say, yes loved him with an undying -affection such as only a woman of her stamp could experience. - -He waited a minute or so until she had exhausted the violence of her -emotions. - -When finally she had hidden her face in her hands, as if she dared no -longer let him gaze upon her weakness, Roderic took a step toward her -and spoke gently. - -At the sound of his beloved voice she trembled like an aspen leaf, -and as she heard the astounding intelligence imparted by his calm -words, first she looked from between her fingers, then both hands -fell from her face, and finally with bated breath she hung upon his -closing sentences, utterly transformed, radiant with a sudden return of -happiness such as she had believed could never again be her portion on -earth. - -What he said was but a hurried review of this meeting with Inez under -such strange conditions, the appointment he had made for a rendezvous -in the plaza, and last of all their desperate undertaking in company on -this night, resolved to save Leon if it be in mortal power to do so. - -She looked toward Inez, into whose brain something of the wonderful -truth was beginning to enter. - -That look no longer spoke of contempt and hatred--there was a new light -in her eye as though her soul had awakened to a glorious realization of -the possibilities opening before. - -In Inez the devoted daughter of Morro's stern governor, the girl who -had saved Leon from a prison cell in Cuba, the woman whose love had -made her that same Leon's wife and who was therefore her own sister, -she saw a different being from the dark-eyed houri whom she once -believed had stolen Roderic's heart--circumstances alter cases, and -the same scene we have looked upon in the deceptive moonlight becomes -transformed in the garish light of day. - -"His wife--my brother's wife--oh! what is this strange thing you tell -me--that would be too much happiness--I must be dreaming." - -The girl had met with such a revulsion of feeling that she threatened -to become incoherent again; but Roderic, advancing another step laid a -hand upon her arm, his touch acting like magic, for he seemed to infuse -some of his own calmness into her. - -"Go closer to Inez--see, the poor girl is bewildered, overwhelmed -at finding you here when she expected Leon, just as I too am deeply -puzzled. Speak to her--ask her who she is, and what she seeks at the -risk of her life. Ah! you cannot hate her, sweetheart, she who loves -your brother so dearly--your sister. Take her to your heart, you two -whom Heaven has brought together so strangely." - -His words stirred both of those who heard--the girls looked at each -other yearningly, for a new emotion had leaped into their souls. - -Unable to longer restrain their feminine feelings they were speedily -clasped in each other's arms, while Roderic stood by, holding his -little lantern, complacently watching the demonstration, meanwhile -congratulating himself that his skies had cleared and that the future -promised glorious possibilities. - -He was still greatly puzzled and for the life of him unable to -comprehend how Georgia could take the place of Leon in this dungeon of -the old fortress, difficult of access and vigilantly guarded by not -only one but two sentries. - -At the same time he knew an explanation would speedily be forthcoming, -and hence exercised what patience he possessed. - -It is not so difficult to do this when all things seem to be coming -one's way. - -Presently Georgia remembered. - -As she turned from Inez and faced her lover, face and neck were -suffused with scarlet. - -In his eyes it was a beautiful sight, and he could not remember ever -having seen her look so charming. - -"Oh! Roderic, can you, will you forgive my cruel, unjust suspicions, my -insane jealousy that caused me to treat you so bitterly, that refused -to hear your explanations? I do not deserve your love, but God knows I -could not live without it. Tell me you forgive such a wretch, and make -me happy again." - -He opened wide his arms, and forgetting her confusion, forgetting -everything but that she loved him and had again found Paradise, her -head was quickly pillowed on his shoulder, and she looked up into his -face, smiling through her tears. - -"You do forgive?" - -"As I hope to be forgiven. Let it be forgotten, even as you said of my -transgression. We love--we have been true to each other--the future -lies before us, why should we burden ourselves with foolish doubts and -fears? From this hour then we begin anew, nor may all Satan's power -prevail against us, nor shall I have reason to fear a Jerome or a -Julio, the latter of whom turns out to be the erring black sheep in the -family of Inez--her step-brother. As to Leon----" - -"_Carramba!_ yes, what of Leon?" cried Inez, with suddenly renewed -interest. - -What indeed. - -Roderic himself was conscious of a keen interest in the young -man--where had he gone and what brought Georgia to his dungeon? - -Plainly the time had arrived for explanations, nor did Georgia show a -disposition to withhold them. - -"You wonder to find me here?" she said, releasing herself from his arms. - -"Naturally so." - -"And disguised as--as, a man," with confusion. - -"Under the conditions if you came here at all it would have to be under -false colors." - -"The case was desperate--it admitted of no false modesty. Leon was to -be shot in the morning. I laid my plans and sought help of the only one -I believed I could trust in all San Juan. Heaven bless her kind spirit, -and forgive me for ever having believed she could have stooped so low -as to take the heart that belonged to me." - -"What! you went to Cleo?" he exclaimed. - -"Nothing more nor less, since I dared not ask the active assistance -of my guardian Don Porfidio, who endeavored in vain to have Leon's -sentence dismissed or changed. Yes, the Senorita Cleo not only received -me warmly but gave me aid and promised that if we succeeded Leon should -sail away on her yacht to safety." - -"God bless her!" muttered Roderic. - -"And he will, beloved, depend on it. But time will not permit me to -tell all. Her Captain Beven came ashore with me, and waits near by for -us to join him. Unfortunately we met Jerome on the street, showing -Captain Shackelford the sights of San Juan. I know he recognized me -in spite of my disguise for they hung upon our track until we drew -near the fortress. I fear he may discover the truth and in some way -overwhelm us with trouble. He is my evil genius--something within tells -me that through Senor Wellington the most bitter trial of my life -must come. But at last we seemed to shake them off, and I found an -opportunity to enter this awful place." - -Roderic shuddered to think of this valiant girl undertaking such a -gigantic task alone--it seemed almost incredible, and he would not have -believed it had not the fact come under his own observation. - -"But--how did you gain entrance to this cell, and--where has Leon gone?" - -"Yes, tell us of him, I implore," echoed Inez, who had hung upon every -word. - -"You shall hear. I already knew where my poor brother was -confined,--how I learned the facts I shall not say just now; and after -infinite trouble I came to where a guard walked up and down before a -barred door behind which I was positive Leon might be found. - -"All had been prepared, Captain Beven having so doctored a flask of -liquor that the wretch drinking half of it would be overwhelmed by -sleep. - -"While the guard walked away from me I placed this bait where he would -be apt to kick it with his foot on his return. - -"Everything worked smoothly, Senor Owen--the fellow gulped down some of -the stuff and presently slept as sweetly as a cherub." - -"Is sleeping still, and good for ten hours," declared Roderic, and then -resumed his attitude of listener, believing that something of deep -importance was coming next. - -"When this result had been secured I opened the door and found Leon -alive and well." - -Inez uttered a fervent prayer of thanks. - -"I had brought him some garments to put on, such as the Spanish -soldiers wear, but knowing the hour was near when the officer of the -guard would come along to see that each sentry was in his place it was -decided that until that critical time passed I was to remain in the -cell, while with the door barred Leon would take the sentry's gun and -mount guard----" - -Inez uttered a startled cry that seemed to come from her very soul, -and turning from them darted toward the door of the dungeon. - -Roderic knew what it meant. - -He suddenly remembered how he had placed the nervous guard _hors de -combat_--at the time he considered this a remarkably clever piece of -business--now he was ready to call himself a fool for his action. - -Good Heavens! what if he had gone a little further than he -intended--what if the breath had refused to return to the seeming guard -after his fall--it was Leon whom he had assailed, Leon, the very man -for whose sake, considering the fact that he was _her_ brother, he had -taken all this deadly risk. - -No wonder then he hurried after the impulsive wife, whom love sent -flying through the cell door. - -And Georgia, as yet failing to grasp the true sense of the situation, -and unwilling to remain behind, also followed. - -As Roderic issued from the dungeon he discovered Inez bending over the -form of the bound guard, and the American held his breath with suspense -as he hurried toward them. - -Ere he arrived however he was reassured. - -"He lives, senor, thanks be to the Virgin--it is I, my Leon, your Inez -who has sworn to save you nor share your fate. A knife Senor Owen, so -that we may cut loose his arms. Oh! blessed moment that I behold you -alive!" - -Thus alternately addressing Roderic and anon her husband, Inez pillowed -the head of the bound man, who seemed too amazed to speak. - -When however Roderic had opened his pocket knife and severed the bonds -with which he had so carefully bound his victim, he was rejoiced to see -him immediately sit up. - -All seemed to be going well. - -Perhaps fortune had other favors in store for them--at least the clouds -were rolling away, leaving a clear sky above. - -Inez had by this time managed to get her arms around the neck of her -husband, and was uttering happy expressions of endearment. - -Roderic himself would not have minded copying this example, with the -being he loved so close by, but just at this juncture the happy scene -was rudely and suddenly disturbed by a gruff voice uttering in vigorous -Spanish some astonishment at what was occurring in the grim passage of -the old fortress. - -Of course it was the miserable officer making his rounds, and who had -arrived just at this interesting moment. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVI. - -A RACE TO THE BOAT. - - -It was dreadfully unfortunate that such a miserable _contretemps_ -seemed bound to occur as that the officer of the guard must arrive upon -the scene just at this moment. - -Roderic, upon hearing the first Spanish word in that thick voice knew -discovery was at hand, and the little cherub of good fortune had -suddenly taken a back seat. - -If anything were done to prevent a general alarm from going forth, it -would have to come from him, since Leon was hardly in a position to -attempt any aggressive act, having a woman's arms about his neck. - -Roderic unfortunately had his back turned in the quarter from whence -the men advanced, else he might have detected the glow of light even -before they turned the corner of the passage. - -There was little use in crying over spilt milk. - -What was done could not be undone. - -The best he could do was to make some show of holding the enemy, -perhaps incarcerating him in the dungeon so lately Leon's abode. - -Unfortunately it happened that the rules and regulations of the Spanish -army do not allow a captain of the guard to make his rounds alone and -unattended. - -A non commissioned officer, perhaps a sergeant, stood at his side -holding the lantern and presenting a most astonished appearance at -witnessing so remarkable a scene. - -Roderic, without losing time, made a dive at the two soldiers, having -whipped out his revolver. - -"Surrender!" he exclaimed, not forgetting to put the emphatic word in -Spanish as became the character he represented. - -To his disgust the fellow who held the lantern was so overwhelmed by -his alarm that his fingers lost their grip, consequently the article -of illumination fell from his grasp and as Roderic's little affair had -taken a notion to go out, owing to the abrupt movement he made, they -found themselves enveloped in darkness that was not excelled by that of -Egypt when the plague came. - -It was very very unfortunate. - -Just when the Yankee had begun to feel confident he could grasp the -game, and manipulate it to his liking, it was snatched out of his hands. - -He knew the two men were beating a hasty retreat, for they made plenty -of noise as they stumbled along the dark passage. - -"We must lose no time--Leon, look to your wife--this way -Georgia--please Heaven we will yet find safety on Cleo's yacht." - -He had thrown a stout arm around her, and together they pushed forward, -while the others came close behind. - -At last the moon had pity for their misfortunes, for presently the fair -mistress of the night shone forth and dissipated some of the shadows -that had hung so heavily around them. - -If it had been of moment that Roderic should use caution in making his -advance toward the dungeon, surely there was now double reason for such -exactness, since their case was desperate enough without any further -accidents, such as wandering from the beaten track. - -Fortunately they were two, and where his knowledge of the right passage -was in doubt Georgia came to the rescue with her woman's wit. - -Thus they went on without a mistake. - -It was useless to hope they could escape from the whole result of this -unfortunate discovery, for the captain of the guard and his attendant -had kept up a constant bawling as they stumbled and threshed along, so -if under the impression that an enemy chased hard upon their heels with -naked swords, ready to impale them thereon. - -Of course this must ere now have placed every guard along the ramparts -on the alert, and the chances of the fugitives getting out of the -fortress in safety were scant indeed. - -"Faint heart ne'er won fair lady," as Roderic well knew, and he was one -of those men who, having sallied forth to accomplish a given object, -allow no obstacle to prevent them from attaining that end, so long as a -sturdy arm can prevail. - -He never magnified evils that cast their ugly shadows before, while at -the same time it was not his principle to under estimate a foe. - -At length they drew near the breach in the wall, which had offered -Roderic such friendly assistance when entering the fortress of San Juan. - -He had not forgotten the two sentries to whose interesting remarks he -had listened as he crouched there in the dark aperture under their feet. - -He could see them plainly standing there in an expectant attitude, as -though under the belief that an attack of some sort was coming, for in -no other way could they account for the loud shouts borne to their ears. - -It was a case necessitating heroic treatment. - -Roderic knew that nothing could be gained by delay and that the -demoralization of the guards was what would be to their best advantage. - -He crawled in advance of the others and deliberately opened fire upon -the two men. - -It was his intention to wound rather than slay, but he had life and -liberty at stake, and could not be blamed if he sent in the shots thick -and fast. The way must be cleared and those fellows above held it in -their power to prevent an escape, since they controlled the only exit -with which he was acquainted. - -Nor was the bombardment all one sided. - -The first sentry was struck in the leg, and dropping his Mauser rifle -he went hobbling away, bellowing as lustily as a calf; but his comrade -was made of better stuff, and at once opened fire in the quarter from -whence the shots came. - -This was serious enough, for one of the steel clad bullets, even while -missing Roderic might glance from some stone and do damage beyond. - -So the American forgot that he had intended to simply wound, and began -firing point blank, in the hope of downing the Spaniard before he could -do any damage. - -He was rejoiced then to see the man suddenly stagger back, raise his -weapon half way to his shoulder, fire a last shot; and then gun and -sentry fell on the rampart together. - -The way was open! - -It had been cleared at heavy cost--just how heavy Roderic did not even -suspect at the time. - -"Come," he said, huskily, "over the wall and down to safety--it is our -only hope!" - -And while the roll of the drum called the Spanish garrison to quarters -and soldiers hurried to doubly guard the walls, the fugitives scrambled -over the debris that half blocked the breach in the old fortress made -by the guns of Sampson's war ships. - -Over these impediments Roderic assisted Georgia, nor could he fail to -notice how strangely she seemed to hesitate, trusting almost entirely -in his strong arm, which was so unlike the Georgia he had known of old. - -Perhaps the realization of her dream, and the rescue of Leon from his -dungeon had brought about this singular result. - -At any rate there was no time given in which to consider it. - -Prompt action alone could take them through with flying colors. - -The martial sounds increased--one could almost imagine the garrison -prepared to receive an attack from the whole of General Miles' invading -army. - -If noise could accomplish it such an assault would be beaten back -readily enough, for the tumult already extended beyond the fortress and -was penetrating the town. - -Roderic would have felt inclined to laugh but for the seriousness of -the occasion--it was like a child and a stack of cards pitched on -end--a touch of the first sends the whole pack falling; or a spark -of fire coming in contact with a train of gunpowder--so the shouting -passed from street to street and San Juan was racked with the commotion. - -It was a big send off, at any rate, and those responsible for it could -possibly find some future satisfaction in knowing that San Juan had not -received such a shock since that early May morning when Sampson stirred -things up with his war terrors of the sea. - -By rare good luck the fugitives managed to get down from the break in -the massive wall without any serious accident. - -Several times one would stumble as a portion of the _debris_ slipped -under foot, or the tangle of the moon-flower vines tripped them up; but -these little accidents bore no result. - -Once upon _terra firma_ Roderic knew what he had arranged was all very -well, but if Cleo had sent Captain Beven to the rescue, his boat might -after all be more advantageously located than the one Owen had in mind. - -"To the left!" said Georgia, breathing heavily, for the task just -finished had been a severe one. - -Of course that meant that Beven was waiting near by, and Roderic was -fully content to let events drift him from now on. - -Hardly had they gone a dozen paces than the bluff English sailor showed -up. - -Perhaps he was surprised at discovering the presence of Roderic, who -made his identity known immediately, but if so no one knew it, for -Beven was a matter of fact old fellow, who took things as they came. - -The flight was hastily resumed--indeed, it would have been madness to -have halted any length of time with such signs of an aroused military -power all around them. - -Beven had assumed the lead, and as he was supposed to have his -bearings, so that the shortest route to the boat could be taken Roderic -was only too glad to resign the whole affair into his hands. - -It was at this critical juncture, when hope began to rise strongly in -their hearts, that a new element was injected into the game. - -Jerome and Captain Shackelford had indeed made a strong guess as to -the mission of Beven and the disguised Georgia. - -When they finally lost them in the neighborhood of the old fortress, -Shackelford had suggested that they visit the Spanish barracks not far -away, and talk the matter over with the colonel in charge, who was an -old friend of the sea captain. - -Thus, when the alarm broke out, they surmised that Beven had something -to do with it, and accompanied by a file of soldiers, posted in hot -haste toward the spot. - -It was our friends' misfortune to meet them on the way. - -There were no means of hiding--indeed, the hostile squads discovered -each other at about the same moment. - -What made it the more aggravating was the fact that the soldiers were -directly between them and the bay--just a little beyond could be seen -the dimpled water, flashing in the glorious light of the moon. - -What was to be done? - -Retreat had been rendered impossible, for Roderic was so confused by -the several turns taken that he would not have known how to reach his -boat. - -To surrender meant ignominious death. - -An Anglo-Saxon could not dream of submitting to such disgrace while one -door yet remained open. - -That door was a gallant charge. - -Beven knew his nation was not at war with Spain, but his sympathies -were wholly with those who spoke the same tongue--blood is thicker than -water, and with prophetic wisdom he like many of his race, saw signs in -the air to indicate that the time was coming when Great Britain and her -colonies would stand fast with the great Republic against the rest of -the world--_for peace_! - -Therefore he was ready to step in, this gallant son of Neptune who had -seen many a hot engagement under the flag of St. George. - -"We must cut through or all is lost!" cried Roderic, clinching his -teeth in anticipation of the hot time that was coming. - -"Good. I'm with you!" snapped the sailor, grimly. - -Leon had been armed and was eager for the fray--eager to strike a blow -because of the suffering and indignities put upon him by these Spanish -tories who loved not Porto Rico. - -"Forward, then, and God defend the right!" - -Roderic had hardly spoken before they were once again in motion, having -involuntarily halted at first sight of the foe. - -As the Spaniards had also started forward, the two hostile bodies were -advancing toward each other with a rapidity that promised to speedily -bring them into contact. - -Roderic's martial spirit was fully awakened. - -He only feared for the devoted girl who clung so closely to him--on her -account he was like a lion aroused, and all thought of pity for those -against whom they must come in battle array vanished from his heart. - -Beven knew the advantage that must accrue from a hot fire delivered -before the others thought of opening the engagement. - -"Altogether--make it warm for the dagoes!" he said, swinging his right -arm on a level. - -Then flashes of fire leaped out, and the rattle of revolvers sounded -like giant hail stones beating on an enormous kettle. - -It was a perfect cyclone of lead that whipped along that narrow street -leading to the bay. - -Hardly a shot was wasted. - -Confusion and consternation seemed to overwhelm the Spaniards. - -Brave men they may have been, but there is a limit to endurance, a time -when panic sweeps irresistibly through the mind, and each individual -feels that he is the only one remaining alive of many. - -So it was no doubt here. - -The hurricane of missiles had done considerable damage, but the -abruptness and violence with which the storm burst upon them was of -even more value in completing the utter demoralization of the Spaniards. - -Jerome and Shackelford were the only ones left standing in the street -when the fusillade ceased, and the captain had but one leg left upon -which he could rely. - -Wellington had thrown both arms into the air as a token that his teeth -were drawn and that he surrendered. - -"To the boat!" said Captain Beven, knowing that a thousand Spanish -soldiers would be on the spot ere ten minutes had passed. - -Although this round had been so gloriously won he knew they still had a -hard row to hoe ere success could be assured. - -Still, when were brave hearts of the Saxon race dismayed by even -overwhelming odds--the record of many a fierce battle fought on -European, Asian, African and American fields bears testimony of their -dauntless grit. - -Jerome's attitude would have been ludicrous at any other time--he -seemed desirous of raising his arms to their highest possible level. - -"You have won--you deserve success--I have had enough--count me out, -and good luck go with the whole of you!" was what he bawled as they -passed him by. - -The tiger's claws had been trimmed. - -Shackelford was not so magnanimous--he had a game leg that would -trouble him no doubt for the rest of his life, and his benediction was -in the shape of some hot blasphemy that doubtless eased his soul more -or less. - -It was a strange parting from the villain of the play--but then Jerome -was after all only an adventurer whose maxim it was to sip honey from -the beautiful flowers, and leave dangerous briars alone. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVII. - -WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER. - - -Another short run would take them to the water's edge where a boat -awaited, and sturdy English muscles were eager to row them to safety. - -Captain Beven had taken the precaution to make Spaniards out of his men -and himself, in the expectation that such a conceit might avail to save -Cleo future trouble; for such an event as this could easily be made the -foundation of an international dispute, and the Spanish government find -just cause to demand damages from John Bull. - -Down the _calle_ they went, in the midst of shouts and execrations from -a myriad of heads that protruded from the windows on either side. - -That the owners neither knew what was in the wind nor cared a _peseta_ -was a foregone conclusion; but they could not resist giving tongue -after the manner of their kind and according to the stripe of their -belief. - -It was a hot finish. - -Roderic did not breathe easily until they reached the boat. - -Then he began to believe there was a strong chance for boarding the -yacht. - -It would not be a walk over, for pursuit had been inaugurated, and the -shouts of the angry soldiery rang down the narrow street. - -The embarkation was speedily accomplished--indeed, almost like magic -they found themselves in the boat, the sailors sprang after, oars were -unshipped and the shore left behind. - -What a pæan of thanksgiving seemed to arise in Owen's heart when he saw -the long prayed for consummation of their hopes accomplished--as the -shore receded, each stroke of the oars appeared like a measure in the -glad anthem that swelled upward from his very soul. - -For success meant to him more than life--he had fought _for love_, and -Paradise opened wide her doors. - -Then he cast an anxious look above--oh, pale moon, sailing so serenely -athwart the heavens, show yet again your sympathy and gentle mercy by -veiling that bright face behind some friendly cloud--it were worth a -king's ransom to have this occur, but it was vouchsafed them without -money and without price. - -The moon dipped out of sight behind a black, ragged mass of clouds, and -the bay of San Juan was for the time being wrapped in semi-gloom. Even -Providence seemed on their side. - -When the Spanish soldiers reached the water's edge they fired at -random, but none of the missiles came anywhere near them in the boat. - -Faster rowed the British tars, knowing full well that boats must -already have put out in pursuit, and delay meant trouble. - -Roderic cast many an anxious glance up toward that section of the -heavens where moon and cloud were having a royal warfare, and he was -delighted to discover that the former would evidently be discounted in -the battle--at least the reign of the cloud would last until they had -reached the Dreadnaught and were sheltered by her bulk from searching -eyes. - -So it happened. - -One and all had gained her deck and the boat was hauled up to the -davits ere the face of fair Luna peeped inquisitively forth. - -Looking toward the shore they saw a dozen boats, all occupied by -Spanish soldiers in pursuit of a little sailboat or sloop that, taking -advantage of the night wind was endeavoring to slip out of the harbor, -being possibly a smuggler engaged in defying the severe duties placed -upon all imports by Spanish laws. - -Fortune seemed never to tire of aiding their cause--it was one chance -in a thousand that this smuggler should start just at such a moment, -and divert the attention of the enraged Spaniards. - -Perhaps, however, a guilty conscience had something to do with the -matter, for those on board the _contrabandista_ boat must have believed -the tremendous row ashore had to do with their presence in the bay, and -spreading their white wings they had flown seaward. - -Several volleys were fired after them by the soldiers, and there came a -deep boom or two later announcing that the fort commanding the entrance -to the bay had taken a few chances at the escaping boat; but the moon -had again plunged behind the clouds, and besides, those on board the -sloop knew every foot of the offing so that the way to escape was open. - -But Roderic, even though the yacht was in motion, and there was more or -less danger of a bombardment from the forts, had lost all interest in -the result. - -He was hovering over the berth where they had laid Georgia, for upon -reaching the deck the girl had fainted in his arms--she had been -wounded, perhaps by the glancing bullet that came from the guard's -Mauser when he took his last shot. - -All were dismayed to discover it, and Roderic felt a dumb anguish -creeping over his heart as he awaited the doctor's report. - -It was a serious wound, with the chances against her surviving in such -a warm climate. - -The truth almost paralyzed poor Roderic--for this had he labored, that -Leon should be saved and his sister yield up her bright young life? - -Heaven alone knows what he suffered during the weary hours of suspense. - -When the dread summons came and he knew he had lost her, the awful -nature of the blow almost crushed him. - -For once in his life he felt like cursing the Providence that rules -over all. - -Georgia passed away with her arm about his neck, her head pillowed on -his breast, and her last whispered words were: - -"How I love you, my Roderic--do not quite forget the poor daughter of -Porto Rico!" - -As if he could forget--so long as life remained her image must always -be enshrined in his heart. - -Perhaps it was just as well for his future happiness--love like -Georgia's, so hot and inflammable, does not always bring that peace and -content of mind which most men who speak the English tongue desire as -their portion--it would mean an iceberg, a volcano--cold one hour and -scorching the next. - -Yes, perhaps Providence ordered it for the best. - -And Georgia who seemed gifted with unusually clear vision, Georgia -must have realized this, for had she not placed Cleo's hand in his, and -solemnly declared that it was her dying wish he should in due time take -this fair blue-eyed cousin for his own. - -At first in the keen anguish of his grief Roderic scarcely gave this a -second thought, but later on it loomed up before his vision as he saw -how Cleo avoided him and how she blushed furiously whenever he glanced -at her. - -Thus he knew an explanation was absolutely necessary, and not being the -man to avoid duty he had a long interview with his cousin. - -It was arranged that Roderic should go away, after poor Georgia had -been buried near Ponce, (where Leon decided should be the final resting -place of his devoted sister,) and not see Cleo again for six months--if -at the end of that time he could come to her and honestly confess a -positive growth of the love he had always entertained for her, she -would consent to become his wife. - -That was all. - -They had not been interfered with in leaving San Juan harbor, and a -safe landing was made on the southern shore of Porto Rico where the -stars and stripes already floated over the land that fate intended -should be one of the fairest gems upon Columbia's diadem. - -After the simple ceremony that marked the funeral of the beautiful -girl, Roderic thought life was a blank to him. - -He joined one of the armies of occupation and saw some hot service as -the boys in blue advanced across the island toward San Juan, always -driving the Spaniards before, yet each day finding the task more -difficult. - -Utterly reckless in his present state of mind, Roderic rushed into the -jaws of death once too often--if his mad desire was to follow his poor -Georgia across the borders of eternity he came very near accomplishing -it one day when, with a few chosen spirits he cleared a rocky eminence -of Spanish bushwhackers lying in wait for the Yankee advance guard. - -The field doctor actually gave him up for lost, but he was carried -back to the town of Ponce in an old _volante_ found at a farmer's, -relic of days long gone by, and not the most comfortable vehicle of -transportation in the world for a pain-racked hero, but infinitely -better than nothing. - -Here, in the hospital they found that he had one chance in a dozen if -carefully nursed, and behold, who should appear at the side of his cot -but Cleo, the girl he had believed a thousand miles away on pleasure -bent; yes Cleo, who, finding there was need of nurses to look after the -sick and wounded heroes among the Regulars and Volunteers, "her own -boys" as she called them, had quickly chosen to let the voyage wait and -devote herself to the ministration of angelic duties. - -How they worshiped her, those wounded and fever stricken fellows to -whom her presence brought such comfort as she wrote letters, read -cheering words and waited upon them. - -Many a heart asked Heaven's choicest blessings to follow her. - -And Cleo had her reward when she found Roderic on a cot of pain. - -Hers was the blessed hand that sustained him, hers the cheery face that -bending above gave him new desire to live. - -Of course he survived, else had this over true tale never been written; -but it was a hard struggle, and the good army surgeon solemnly assured -Roderic he had positively been a dead man only for the unremitting and -gentle care of his sweet nurse. - -It was so ordered by Divine Providence. - -Roderic found out the truth--found that he did really and sincerely -love this brave girl from Virginia, not with the tempestuous affection -such as he had felt for Georgia,--no woman on earth could ever again -arouse such a passion within his heart, but with a steadfast zeal that -must grow with the passage of time until it became the sum and total of -his existence. - -By the time Roderic was well enough to be moved San Juan had come into -the hands of the Americans, a protocol having been signed anticipating -peace between the two nations, now at war for the first time in their -history. - -Porto Rico was a part of the United States--the days of Spain's -dominion had passed and would return no more. - -It was necessary that Roderic be moved north, for recovery would be -more rapid in a cooler, bracing atmosphere. - -Cleo's beautiful steam yacht still lay in the harbor awaiting her -pleasure. - -No one may ever know who suggested the thing, but that mattered little, -since such a union was a foregone conclusion; but one day a little -ceremony was performed in Roderic's room at the hotel, and Cleo changed -her name--Miss Fairfax of Virginia was no more--enter Mrs. Roderic Owen. - -Thus Roderic brushed all scruples aside--as the husband of the owner of -the yacht he could sail in her forever without arousing comment. - -Weak as he was he and Cleo drove to the grave of his lost love and -mingled their tears with the beautiful flowers they spread upon it. - -No, Roderic could never forget her--he would be less than a man to -dream of trying, and no doubt once in a while a yearning would arise in -his heart that could not be kept down, for in imagination he could feel -her arms about his neck, her passionate kisses upon his lips. - -But that will come and go as a vague dream. - -His wife is the sweetest and noblest woman in all the wide world, her -devotion to him is the envy of all his bachelor friends and Roderic -declares himself the happiest benedict in existence. - -To Cleo the memory of Georgia is sacred, and she often brings up the -subject herself, being singularly free from jealousy. - -Roderic met Julio in Ponce at the time he was saying good-bye to Leon -and his wife; the ex-_toreador_ and beau of San Juan was thinking of -migrating to Spain, since he could not hope to win many fresh laurels -in a land where the stars and stripes waved, and where men had a stern -code of morals for such sad flirts as he. - -Of General Porfidio, Roderic had seen quite considerable while in -the hospital, and the old warrior will always have a warm place in -Roderic's heart; nor can he ever forget that awful duel with swords in -the East India bungalow of Rathmines road, Dublin. - -As for Jerome, doubtless he is working the European capitals--perhaps -should he meet one Joel Darby on his rounds, the latter might kindly -give him points concerning the combination with which he broke the bank -at Monte Carlo. - - -THE END. - - - * * * * * - - -TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES - - -Punctuation has been standardized. - -Some alternate spellings have been retained. - -A Table of Contents has been added. - -Character "Roderic" name had variant spelling "Roderick" on 10 pages. -Corrected to "Roderic" for consistency with other 450 occurrences. - -Character "Beven" name had variant spelling "Bevens" on 8 pages. -Corrected to "Beven" for consistency with other 53 occurrences. - -p. 15: "debonnair" changed to "debonair" (his debonair manner) - -p. 33: "wont" changed to "won't" (You won't join me then?) - -p. 68: "chapparal" changed to "chaparral" (than from a chaparral) - -p. 92: "openations" changed to "operations" (start operations upon) - -p. 93: "glimse" changed to "glimpse" (a glimpse of a flaring candle) - -p. 122: "predeliction" changed to "predilection" (predilection for -having) - -p. 145: "bete noir" changed to "bete noire" (greatest bete noire was) - -p. 155: "tempation" changed to "temptation" (resist the temptation) - -p. 171: "lesat" changed to "least" (to say the least) - -p. 175: "byegone" changed to "bygone" (relics of bygone days) - -p. 184: "byeways" changed to "byways" (the streets and byways) - -p. 185: "in" changed to "to" (induced to enter the trap) - -p. 189: "diableric" changed to "diablerie" (diablerie of his appearance) - -p. 195: "succumed" changed to "succumbed" (succumbed to the charm) - -p. 217: "semed" changed to "seemed" (at the moment seemed deeply -engrossed) - -p. 235: "posibility" changed to "possibility" (bounds of human -possibility) - -p. 245: "ecstacy" changed to "ecstasy" (ecstasy and keen pain) - -p. 246: "apperture" changed to "aperture" (a gaping aperture) - -p. 251: Finished incomplete word "dungeon" (reach the closed dungeon) - -p. 261: "resuced" changed to "rescued" (than be rescued by you) - -p. 280: "irrisistibly" changed to "irresistibly" (sweeps irresistibly) - -p. 280: "fusilade" changed to "fusillade" (when the fusillade ceased) - -p. 287: "Her's" changed to "Hers" (Hers was the blessed hand) - -p. 287: "her's" changed to "hers" (hers the cheery face) - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Miss Fairfax of Virginia, by St. George Rathborne - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MISS FAIRFAX OF VIRGINIA *** - -***** This file should be named 52599-0.txt or 52599-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/5/9/52599/ - -Produced by Daniel Lowe, Melissa McDaniel and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Miss Fairfax of Virginia - A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the Palmettos - -Author: St. George Rathborne - -Release Date: July 18, 2016 [EBook #52599] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MISS FAIRFAX OF VIRGINIA *** - - - - -Produced by Daniel Lowe, Melissa McDaniel and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;"> -<img id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" width="366" height="600" alt="Cover" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h1>Miss Fairfax of Virginia</h1> - -<p class="subhead">A ROMANCE OF -LOVE AND ADVENTURE UNDER -THE PALMETTOS</p> - -<p class="byline">BY ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE</p> - -<div class="center">AUTHOR OF</div> - -<div class="center"> -"Doctor Jack," "A Fair Revolutionist," "A Sailor's Sweetheart," -"A Chase for a Bride," etc. -</div> - -<div class="figcenter mt2" style="width: 72px;"></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 106px;"> -<img src="images/title.png" width="106" height="150" alt="Publisher's stamp" /> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -NEW YORK<br /> -STREET & SMITH, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">238 William Street</span><br /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter mt2" style="width: 72px;"></div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="center"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright. 1899,<br /> -By Street & Smith.</span><br /> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak">Table of Contents</h2> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_I">CHAPTER I.</a></td><td align="left">PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_II">CHAPTER II.</a></td><td align="left">ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_III">CHAPTER III.</a></td><td align="left">AT DAGGERS' POINTS.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a></td><td align="left">MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_V">CHAPTER V.</a></td><td align="left">RODERIC'S REPENTANCE.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a></td><td align="left">ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a></td><td align="left">THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a></td><td align="left">"ADIOS, BELOVED!"</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a></td><td align="left">DOWN THE IRISH COAST.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_X">CHAPTER X.</a></td><td align="left">FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XI">CHAPTER XI.</a></td><td align="left">THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XII">CHAPTER XII.</a></td><td align="left">THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</a></td><td align="left">ADONIS ON A NEW TACK.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</a></td><td align="left">A CHASE TO THE YACHT.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XV">CHAPTER XV.</a></td><td align="left">CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</a></td><td align="left">THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.</a></td><td align="left">THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII.</a></td><td align="left">JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XIX">CHAPTER XIX.</a></td><td align="left">BY WAY OF THE BALCONY.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XX">CHAPTER XX.</a></td><td align="left">A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXI">CHAPTER XXI.</a></td><td align="left">THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXII">CHAPTER XXII.</a></td><td align="left">TO THE OLD FORTRESS.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII.</a></td><td align="left">HOW THEY WENT IN.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV.</a></td><td align="left">THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXV">CHAPTER XXV.</a></td><td align="left">WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXVI">CHAPTER XXVI.</a></td><td align="left">A RACE TO THE BOAT.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#Chapter_XXVII">CHAPTER XXVII.</a></td><td align="left">WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Miss_Fairfax_of_Virginia" id="Miss_Fairfax_of_Virginia"></a>Miss Fairfax of Virginia</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_I" id="Chapter_I"></a>CHAPTER I.<br /> - -<small>PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW.</small></h2> - - -<p>The genial summer sun had long since dropped behind -the Irish hills, and the glowing lights of old Dublin were -set like rare jewels upon the dark bosom of mother earth -when Roderic Owen, with a fragrant cigar between his -teeth, walked to and fro under the shadow of Nelson's -column in historic Sackville street, now better known -among loyal citizens under the name of O'Connell.</p> - -<p>Owen only arrived from Liverpool on the Holyhead -steamer that very day and had passed some hours upon -various tramcars, surveying those portions of the famous -city they traversed.</p> - -<p>It may have given him a thrill of satisfaction to realize -that he once more stood on his native heath, which land -the exile had not seen since, a child of tender years, he -left it in company with his heart broken parents; but two -decades in the atmosphere of free America had made a -full-fledged Yankee out of him, and his heart was wholly -pledged to the interests of America.</p> - -<p>Business had more to do with his flying visit across the -Irish sea than a desire to look upon the scenes of childhood—these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> -tender recollections might be all very good -in their way, but when his country was at war with one -of the old world powers, young Owen's heart and soul -were wrapped up in the interests he represented, and the -state mission that had taken him over the Atlantic.</p> - -<p>The public will never learn more than a small portion -of the unwritten history of the Hispano-American war, -since these memoirs are snugly reposing in the archives at -Washington, where they will rest until dusty with age.</p> - -<p>Secret agents were employed in many European capitals -in the endeavor to discover the true sentiments of the -powers most interested, so that in case unhappy Spain -seemed in a way to secure an ally, prompt measures might -be taken to head off the threatened blow by a sudden -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">coup d'etat</i>, in which our good friend Great Britain stood -ready to do her part.</p> - -<p>Roderic Owen, being peculiarly gifted by nature with -rare abilities in the line of diplomacy, had been remarkably -useful in Berlin, Paris and Vienna, and was now suddenly -transferred to another famous capital because it appeared -as though Dublin might be the theatre of a little gathering -where matters of intense moment were to be discussed.</p> - -<p>It was evident from his manner that he had made the -Nelson column a rendezvous. His eyes followed each -tramcar that passed, and never a jaunting-car jogged by -that he did not survey with growing interest. A hot -blooded Spanish lover awaiting the coming of the black-eyed -senorita with whom he had made a tryst could hardly -have appeared more anxious.</p> - -<p>He had just tossed away the remnant of his weed and -was feeling for his cigar case to draw out another when -the expected happened.</p> - -<p>"At last!" he muttered, with a sigh of relief.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - -<p>Still he made no abrupt forward movement—caution -had been one of the fruits of long diplomatic service. -"Everything comes to him who waits—and works," is -the leading maxim of their craft.</p> - -<p>A woman dismounted from a Rathmines car that -had just arrived at the terminus of its journey. She was -garbed in the sombre black habiliments of a religious recluse -belonging to one of the many orders in Dublin. -These nuns, serving often in the capacity of Sisters of -Charity, come and go with the utmost freedom, respected -by the humble classes to whom they are often angelic messengers -in times of distress or sickness.</p> - -<p>Just as he expected the sombre robed passenger came -slowly toward him as though endeavoring to make sure of -his identity ere accosting him.</p> - -<p>Owen could <em>feel</em> a pair of eager eyes fastened upon -his face, for there is such a sensation, and it surprised him -to experience it.</p> - -<p>Then came a low voice breathing his name, and somehow -it had never before sounded just the same to him, -nor had he known there was music in its bare utterance.</p> - -<p>"I have waited about half an hour for you," remarked -the American, complacently.</p> - -<p>"Ah! senor, I am sorry. It was not my fault I assure -you," she exclaimed, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"I am certain of that, lady. Besides, I have no right to -complain when one whom I do not even know goes to this -great trouble in order to do me a service."</p> - -<p>She moved uneasily at his words, and as if fearful lest -his ardent gaze might penetrate beneath the veil she wore, -one little white hand crept out from the folds of her sable -robe to rearrange the crepe.</p> - -<p>Owen smiled, for this act of caution had revealed much<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -to him—upon those plump fingers shone rings set with -flashing gems, such as no member of a holy order would -dare wear.</p> - -<p>Thus, without asking a question, he knew his <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">vis-à-vis</i> -to be in disguise.</p> - -<p>More than this, the unconscious desire to make sure -that her face was concealed gave him the impression that -they must have met before. As yet her voice had only -sounded in low, whispered cadence, but it was rich and -musical, and somehow seemed to arouse dim, uncertain -memories which in good time after much groping, he -would doubtless be able to place.</p> - -<p>She looked around with some concern, for the locality -being central was never quiet, upon which he said:</p> - -<p>"Let us walk toward O'Connell bridge, and you can -explain more fully the meaning of your note, as you promised. -I assure you the interest taken in my welfare is -appreciated, and if I can return the favor you have only -to speak."</p> - -<p>"You mistake, senor—I do not seek a reward. Chancing -to know that you were the object of a base plot, I -thought it only my duty to warn you."</p> - -<p>"Because your vows constrained you?"</p> - -<p>She appeared somewhat annoyed.</p> - -<p>"Because heaven inspires every honest heart to desire -the confusion of evil schemes."</p> - -<p>"Pardon—I was foolish for an instant to believe my -personality could have anything to do with it. Undoubtedly -your love of fair play must have impelled you to do -the same for any poor devil."</p> - -<p>"Senor, you have no right to question my motives."</p> - -<p>"I am a brute—you are an angel come to my assistance. -Let us then proceed to business. From whence does this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -threatening danger come—in which quarter am I to guard -against secret foes?"</p> - -<p>"You do not seem to be alarmed?"</p> - -<p>"Does that surprise you, lady? Surely then you are -not well acquainted with Anglo-Saxon blood. We who -sup with danger, learn to despise it. I say this deliberately -and without boasting."</p> - -<p>"Ah! yes, I had forgotten your mission abroad. Your -government would never have sent any but a brave cavalier -to take such desperate chances. <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Hola!</i> it is a pleasure -to meet a man who does not shrink from a hazard."</p> - -<p>"Pardon the curiosity—but are you not Spanish?" he -asked, steadily—it was of considerable importance that he -should know this fact, for the most able diplomat may -well look to his laurels when pitted against a female -Richelieu.</p> - -<p>She answered frankly, almost eagerly.</p> - -<p>"My people are of Spanish blood, but I have only once -seen Spain. I am <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">hija de Puerto Rico</i>."</p> - -<p>How proudly she declared it.</p> - -<p>"A daughter of Porto Rico—I am pleased to know it, -for that lovely island will soon rest beneath the starry -banner. A grand future awaits her under the new dispensation. -I have been in San Juan myself, and shall -never cease to remember that quaint city."</p> - -<p>Perhaps the evening breeze brought with it a breath of -chilly fog from off old Dublin bay—at any rate the wearer -of the sombre nun's garb shivered a little and seemed to -shrink back from the American.</p> - -<p>"Now," continued Owen, cheerily, as though his quick -eye had not noted with considerable surprise this peculiar -action on her part, "we have reached the bridge. Tell me -whence comes this danger?"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<p>"There is one whom you have believed a friend, Senor -Owen. Trust him not, for he has sworn to work your -downfall."</p> - -<p>"Which is very interesting, to say the least. Am I to -be arrested as a Fenian suspect, come over the big pond -to duplicate the Burke and Cavendish tragedy of Phœnix -park? Or is this sly schemer a Spanish sympathizer in -the pay of Sagasta?"</p> - -<p>"You have said it, senor—the last is the truth. But -there is more—another reason why he hates you."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps you wouldn't mind mentioning it?"</p> - -<p>"His name first—it is Jerome Wellington."</p> - -<p>Owen seemed startled.</p> - -<p>"Confusion—I never suspected that <em>he</em> was in Sagasta's -pay. Luckily I have made it a rule to be as close mouthed -as an oyster with regard to all state secrets. So friend -Jerome has a private grudge against me. When have I -trod upon his toes? Kindly enlighten me, good angel?"</p> - -<p>"It is on her account—the dashing Senorita Cleo," came -the muffled answer, and again Owen knew the eyes back -of the veil were fastened intently upon him as though to -read his secret.</p> - -<p>Thereupon he pursed up his mustached lip and emitted -a low, incredulous whistle.</p> - -<p>"Cleo Fairfax, my independent cousin, the daughter of -ten millions, what has she to do with the case? Is Jerome -jealous—does he seek her hand—well, let him sail in and -win. I shall not stand in the way, for it has never occurred -to me to fall in love with my cousin."</p> - -<p>"Ah! senor, that is very well, but this man who is as -handsome as an Adonis hates you because he knows the -American senorita loves you."</p> - -<p>"What! Cleo loves me—incredible—impossible."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> - -<p>"More, she adores you."</p> - -<p>"Senorita, you surely jest or dream."</p> - -<p>"I speak what I know, and the fact is patent to everyone -that you have but to declare a word to bring this lovely -girl and her millions to your arms."</p> - -<p>"God forbid that I should ever speak that word, unless -I truly loved her as a man should the girl he means to -make his wife. It is, I say again, impossible that such a -thing can be."</p> - -<p>"Few things are impossible, senor."</p> - -<p>"But—there are impediments in the way."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps none that might not be swept aside."</p> - -<p>"Above all, I do not love her—it is ridiculous, and -never entered into my mind. And so Jerome has conjured -up a delightful hatred for me because, by Jove, he -chooses to <em>imagine</em>—you see I lay especial emphasis on -that word, for I can't believe it possible—that this favored -daughter of fortune gives me more than cousinly regard. -Well, if it pleases Jerome to indulge in such capers, I'm -not the one to cry quits. My duty as well as my privilege -is to meet him half way. I imagine you may be in a position -to tell me how he means to strike. It is awful kind -of you to take such trouble."</p> - -<p>The thought had suddenly occurred to him that perhaps -she might have come from Cleo, and he winced at the -verbatim report of his declaration she must necessarily -take back; but it was the truth, and Roderic Owen had -always made a point to stick to his guns in action.</p> - -<p>She was growing uneasy, as though fearful lest he -might allow his curiosity respecting her identity get the -better of his gentlemanly instincts. So when she spoke -again it was hurriedly, her manner betraying a desire to -end the interview.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> - -<p>"I have gone so far that it only remains for me to tell -you the nature of the plot whereby this jealous fortune -seeker hopes not only to ruin you in the eyes of the -Senorita Cleo, but before your government as well.</p> - -<p>"You are staying at the Shelbourne hotel. Your room -overlooks the cascade in St. Stevens green. You have -arranged to meet one at the park gate at twelve to-night, -expecting to receive information respecting the clique of -Spanish sympathizers at present sojourning in Dublin as -a city least suspected of harboring America's foes. They -have come here in the hope of arousing the slumbering -Fenian spirit should Great Britain join the states against -France or Germany.</p> - -<p>"Your expected informant is in their pay—he intends to -suddenly pounce upon you and, aided by allies in hiding -carry you off. It will be made to appear that you have -abandoned your patriotic mission, and fled with a well -known adventuress to the gaming tables of Monte Carlo."</p> - -<p>"The duse! This is a nice kettle of fish. And only -for you I might have fallen a victim of the plot. But forewarned -is forearmed. Some one shall take my place, -since it would be a pity they should have their labor for -nothing. It shall be diamond cut diamond from this -hour. And now, believe me, I am duly sensible of the -great service you had done me, lady. God knows it would -give me pleasure to reciprocate should the occasion ever -arise."</p> - -<p>"I believe it—I know it, Senor Owen," she said, with -some confusion.</p> - -<p>"I do not ask your name—that you wish it to remain a -secret is enough for me. But at least you will shake hands -before we part. It is a part of an American's code, you -know—add one more obligation to those you have heaped -upon me. Do not refuse, I beg."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - -<p>She had shrunk back as though alarmed at the prospect, -but his <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'debonnair'"><i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">debonair</i></ins> manner, together with the absurdity of -the fear that almost overwhelmed her seemed to force her -to meet his friendly advances, and a little hand crept shyly -out from among the dusky robes, advancing half way.</p> - -<p>Roderic Owen clasped it in his own, and was conscious -of a most remarkable sensation that seemed to flash along -his arm until it finally brought up in the region of his -heart.</p> - -<p>It may have been electricity, or some kindred element, -but all the same he considered it exceeding queer.</p> - -<p>Perhaps in his warmth he pressed her hand so that the -setting of her rings inflicted pain. At any rate she gave -a little exclamation.</p> - -<p>"Forgive me; I forgot your rings, idiot that I am," and -with a gallantry he must have inherited from ancestors -who once ruled in this ever green isle he hastily raised the -bruised digits to his lips.</p> - -<p>This caused her to snatch away her hand and with a -hasty "<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">buenos noches</i>" hurry to meet a tramcar coming -from the monument.</p> - -<p>Before Owen could fully recover from his surprise she -had entered the double decked vehicle of transportation, -and was lost to his sight.</p> - -<p>He stood there, leaning against the stone railing of -O'Connell bridge and looking after the car, a very much -puzzled man.</p> - -<p>"Ah!" he ejaculated, as snatching out his handkerchief -he waved it vigorously in response to the one that fluttered -from the open window of the humble tramcar.</p> - -<p>Then the man from over the sea mechanically drew out -his cigar case, selected a weed, struck a match on the stone -coping of the bridge, and began to puff away as though he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -might in this manner free his brain of the mental cobwebs -that seemed to clog his clear reasoning.</p> - -<p>At the same time he started in the direction of Trinity -College, swinging a stout cane, and musing upon the singular -events that had on this night opened a new chapter -in his experience.</p> - -<p>And somehow it seemed to the adventurous Owen that -they bore a definite connection with his past—again he -heard that voice sounding as with the music of sweet birds—its -dim echo, so familiar and yet eluding his grasp like -a fluttering will-o'-the-wisp, how exasperating it was. -Where had he met this seeming nun in the sable robe, and -who was she?</p> - -<p>Then suddenly he saw a great light—the confused -memories drifted into one clear vision. Again he stood -on the brilliantly lighted Grand Plaza of the Porto Rican -capital with surging crowds of officers and civilians -around him, while a really excellent military band played -the beautiful, voluptuous airs of sunny Spain—again he -heard a voice, sweet as that of a lark, floating upon the -night air from an open window, and singing a serenade—Roderic -was carried back two years in his life to scenes -that had been marked by stormy passion, and the realization -gave him a tremendous shock.</p> - -<p>He had reached the vicinity of Trinity's bold Campanile -when this bolt went home, and the effect was so great as -to actually bring him to a full stop, with held breath.</p> - -<p>"By Jove! to think I never suspected the amazing truth -when talking with her. Now I know it, I can swear to -it—the same voice, which I have never heard equaled. -And she has done this thing for <em>me</em>, Roderic Owen, whom -possibly she has reason to hate. Heavens! there is some -fatality back of it all, and we are but puppets on life's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -great stage, playing our little parts automatically. God -alone sees the end. Yes, that was Georgia de Brabant, -the charming maid of San Juan, over whom half the -Spanish officers raved, about whom more than a few duels -were fought, and with whose fate my own life thread -became entangled in a way that has forever prevented my -loving cousin Cleo or any other woman. The past then is -<em>not</em> dead—again she enters my life—she comes like an -angel of light to save me from being made the victim of -a foul plot. That would indicate anything but hate. -What lies before me mortal cannot guess, but my duty is -clear, and come weal come woe, I am bound to serve my -country first, last and always, no matter what the sacrifice. -And ye gods, I kissed the hand whereon perhaps -dazzled <em>his</em> rings."</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_II" id="Chapter_II"></a>CHAPTER II.<br /> - -<small>ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK.</small></h2> - - -<p>Evidently Roderic Owen was disturbed by this meeting -more than he would have cared to confess. When -ghosts that are supposed to have been laid for all time -come back to haunt us, memory plays havoc with the -strongest resolutions. Owen lived again in the past—his -ears seemed to drink in the music and merriment of the -gay Spanish-American capital—he saw once more a face -that had been enshrined in his heart as queen of the realm, -and somehow the memory was not so unpleasant. Instead -of groaning over the disasters of the past he found himself -unconsciously building new <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chateaux d'Espagne</i>. -Hope ever abides in the human breast—though daily overthrown -it rises again and again, Phœnix like from the -ashes, and builds anew.</p> - -<p>From the shadow of Trinity College and the Bank of -Ireland, formerly the Irish House of Parliament, it was -but a short distance to his hotel, the luxurious Shelbourne.</p> - -<p>Having once entered the caravansary he cast his eyes -around as though seeking some one. A number of gentlemen -lounged near the booking offices, while on the first -landing of the wide stairs among palms and flowers ladies -could be seen.</p> - -<p>It was a bright picture, entirely foreign to the usual run -of transatlantic hotels to which Owen was accustomed.</p> - -<p>A pair of bright eyes detected his arrival and a fair -hand beckoned him upward.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> - -<p>Time was of value to him, but when beauty demands -attendance other things may wait, and he believed he -could spare a few minutes at any rate.</p> - -<p>She was a remarkable young woman, this Cleopatra -Fairfax, and few men could have resisted her charms of -person and fortune. True, in features she could not be -called beautiful, but her eyes were glorious blue ones, her -hair abundant and of a golden hue, while her skin was -browned by exposure to sun and wind, since M'lle Cleo -was a confirmed golf player, a bicyclist, and a voyager -over many seas. Her form at least was enough like that -of Venus to set many a famous painter anxious because -his last models lacked those qualities which a lavish Nature -had showered so abundantly on this child of fortune.</p> - -<p>This then was Cousin Cleo, an impulsive, warm-hearted -girl, with the better qualities of both Irish and American -ancestors in her veins.</p> - -<p>Her mother had been an Owen, while on her father's -side she came from a long line of the famous Virginia -Fairfax family. A better combination it would be hard -to imagine; and in this coming together of old and new -world blood lies the wonderful strength and marvelous -ingenuity of the American people.</p> - -<p>Miss Fairfax traveled withersoever her sweet will -prompted, always accompanied by a spinster chaperone. -Perhaps it was an accident that brought her to Dublin and -the Shelbourne at the same time the English Ambassador's -private agent took up his quarters there—these accidents, -how often they happen, and how opportunely at -times.</p> - -<p>Besides the motherly chaperone, there was another in -the party, a gentleman who in physique and handsome -features far outshone Roderic.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> - -<p>Of course this was Jerome Wellington, a man of the -world, belonging to a good family and now of a mind to -settle down after having sown a magnificent crop of wild -oats.</p> - -<p>Naturally when such a dasher thus resolves to give up -his freedom, he looks around for a girl whose income will -forever preclude any and all possibility of his ever being -compelled to live upon his wits again.</p> - -<p>With ten millions more or less at her beck and nod, -Miss Fairfax of Virginia offered grand opportunities in -this line, and accordingly the Adonis who had seldom -known what it was to fail had sworn a mighty oath that -ere twelve moons had waxed and waned M'lle Cleo -would have changed her name to the equally aristocratic -one of Wellington.</p> - -<p>Then he struck a snag.</p> - -<p>He discovered that Cleo had since childhood cherished -a deep and romantic fancy for Roderic Owen.</p> - -<p>They had romped together, and as years fled the stalwart -young man became her hero. She blindly adored -him, and being so frank and open by nature, her secret -was easily read by such an acute observer as Jerome, -though the object of this affection had somehow never -dreamed that he was regarded in any other than a cousinly -way.</p> - -<p>If Jerome had a strong point of which he was particularly -proud it was his connection with divers deep and -dark plots. He regarded himself in the light of a modern -Machiavelli, and was never really happy unless dabbling -in mysterious affairs.</p> - -<p>In his day he had been Carlist, Anarchist, Socialist, -Nihilist and heaven knows what not.</p> - -<p>Hence, it was to him a very insignificant matter to figure<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -out how he should wipe this interloper from his path. -Bah! it was almost too easy a task for one of his magnificent -intellect, brightened by contact with the greatest -schemers of the world. However, the stake was a glorious -one, and even trifles must be carefully looked after -if success is desired.</p> - -<p>So Jerome had set the machinery in motion which he -expected would speedily eliminate his rival from the field.</p> - -<p>Unfortunately for himself he did not consider that he -was now up against a man whom Nature had abundantly -endowed with common sense and shrewdness, and who as -a secret service officer in charge of matters of state had -gained considerable praise from the Honorable Secretary -at Washington under whose direction he labored.</p> - -<p>Besides, Jerome's objections had undoubtedly been -hitherto conducted against European wits, and he might -find wide awake Yankee minds constructed on a somewhat -different order.</p> - -<p>Roderic chatted and laughed pleasantly for a little time, -as though on the best of terms with himself and every -one else in the world.</p> - -<p>Then, pleading business he tore himself away.</p> - -<p>Now that his attention had been forcibly brought to -bear upon the subject he could not but note the blushes -that mantled his cousin's face upon his addressing any -remark directly to her, and the look of reproach she bestowed -upon him when he left the gay party.</p> - -<p>All of which gave him pain instead of pleasure.</p> - -<p>The happiness of this cousin was of much moment in -his eyes.</p> - -<p>She had always laughingly declared her intention never -to marry whenever he broached the subject of the right -cavalier coming along, and up to the present Roderic had -been dense enough not to suspect the truth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was just like a man at any rate.</p> - -<p>But at the same time it reflected on his extreme modesty.</p> - -<p>Jerome called out a joking farewell after him, which -appeared harmless enough, but with his knowledge of the -man's evil intentions Roderic was able to read between the -lines and see the malevolence exposed.</p> - -<p>"He laughs loudest who laughs last, my dear Jerome," -he muttered as he walked away from the hotel, "and it -remains to be seen how your game comes out. Heretofore -I have considered the man a mere every day adventurer, -attracted by the glitter of Cleo's gold, and believing -she knew how to handle such fellows without gloves, did -not think it my duty to interfere. Now that it begins to -look more serious I find I shall be compelled to throw my -castor into the ring, and take up cudgels in her defense. -God bless her, a man could not well have a stronger inspiration -to do his level best. How the duse I have failed -to fall head over heels in love with Cleo all these years I -am at a loss to understand, yet somehow I have had an affection -for the dear girl such as one entertains for a sister. -Now my eyes are opened, and it is I fear quite too -late. Destiny has already wrought out my future for -good or evil."</p> - -<p>He was thinking again of San Juan with its park, its -glittering lights, its military music and the flash of many -dark Spanish eyes.</p> - -<p>Yes, Roderic was quite right.</p> - -<p>It was too late!</p> - -<p>He could never offer Cleo or any other woman the first -passion of his heart, since that had gone out under the -palms and flower scented bowers of the Antilles to a -daughter of Porto Rico.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> - -<p>He sighed as he relegated these things, both pleasant -and painful, once more to oblivion, and again rallied his -forces to grapple with the game on hand.</p> - -<p>Just around the corner he came across a man advancing -toward the hotel, and whom he hailed.</p> - -<p>"Well met, Darby—I was on the way to hunt you up, -while you seem headed for my quarters."</p> - -<p>"Just so, sir," replied the other, who appeared a man -of few words, and evidently one in whom Owen placed -much confidence.</p> - -<p>"You complained recently of rusting—that everything -seemed so dull and dead. As fortune has it I am now in -a position to offer you a little excitement, and at the same -time you may be of great service to me."</p> - -<p>Darby nodded his head—he was a man of ice, whom -nothing could excite, and yet to whom action was as the -air he breathed.</p> - -<p>Knowing the nature of the man so well, Owen struck -directly into his story, and ere many minutes had flown -the other was as well acquainted with the facts as himself.</p> - -<p>One feature alone he repressed.</p> - -<p>This was the attachment on Cleo's part for so unworthy -an individual as himself—that was too sacred to be given -over as common property.</p> - -<p>Darby would have to guess a reason for the hatred of -Wellington—perhaps he might lay it to the Spanish sympathies -of the other, which induced him to seek Dublin -in order to have a hand in the mysterious conference with -pronounced Fenian leaders; or it might be his sagacity -would suggest the only plausible explanation.</p> - -<p>Thus the story was told.</p> - -<p>"Quite a neat little affair," commented Darby.</p> - -<p>"Will you take my place?" asked Owen.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> - -<p>The other's face showed no sign of emotion.</p> - -<p>"Just so, sir."</p> - -<p>"You may bring up in Monte Carlo or Hong Kong, -with a fascinating adventuress professing to be madly infatuated -with you."</p> - -<p>This time the faintest flicker of a smile appeared.</p> - -<p>"A dreadful fate, truly, sir."</p> - -<p>"Still you do not shrink from it, Darby?"</p> - -<p>The Sphinx shrugged his shoulders.</p> - -<p>"Duty is duty, sir. I shall play the cards to win."</p> - -<p>"You are to represent me—for the time you will look -and act and think as Roderic Owen."</p> - -<p>"I leave it to you whether I am able."</p> - -<p>"My dear fellow there is nothing you could not accomplish, -if you set your mind to it. I warrant that even -Jerome will be deceived should he personally take a hand -in the game of abduction."</p> - -<p>"He will know the truth to-morrow when he meets you -here?"</p> - -<p>"True—and will be stunned, unable to comprehend the -facts. Thus, you will be at liberty to do as you please -after once reaching French territory. You know how to -find me again."</p> - -<p>"Just so, sir. Is that all?"</p> - -<p>"Only that I wish you the best of success," taking the -cold hand of the Sphinx and squeezing it.</p> - -<p>There was actually a faint response.</p> - -<p>And yet strange to say, this naturally reserved and -passionless man was so great an actor that when duty -compelled he could imitate even the most hot-blooded -Spanish wooer, and sue with song and story for a dusky -senorita's love.</p> - -<p>That was genius rising above nature, a carefully trained -gift such as few men possess.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> - -<p>"The hour grows late, and you will need some time to -make your preparations, so there is no need of my detaining -you longer. As to money—"</p> - -<p>"I have more than enough, sir."</p> - -<p>"Good. Besides, if you turn up at Monte Carlo you -may have a chance to apply some of the tactics you once -used in breaking a faro bank in New Orleans. It would -perhaps be rare sport to you for a change."</p> - -<p>Again Darby showed the limit of his emotion, this time -it being a chuckle that escaped him.</p> - -<p>"Then good-bye and good luck. Beware lest you fall -in love with the charmer, my boy. Such a Lurline may -storm the ramparts of your flinty old heart, and once -lodged therein, heaven help you."</p> - -<p>"Just so, sir. I am too old a bird to be caught with -chaff. I have been through the mill. Don't waste any -sympathy on Joel Darby, sir. But, there is an old acquaintance -of yours here."</p> - -<p>"Ah! who may that be—male or female?" for his mind -instantly reverted to the girl from Porto Rico, and he -wondered if Darby could have run across her by chance.</p> - -<p>"You once showed me a group picture of a very delightful -scene in a West Indian flower court, with the fountain -and bird cages. Besides yourself and a young Spanish -captain there were a charming girl and an old hidalgo -with a fierce beard and a mass of iron gray hair—a man -once seen never forgotten."</p> - -<p>"Ah! Yes, General Porfidio de Brabant, the noblest Roman -of them all, whose voice is like the thunder burst of -his tropical home, and yet who obeys <em>her</em> slightest wish -as meekly as a lamb."</p> - -<p>"Just so—sweet Porfidio is in Dublin."</p> - -<p>"I am not surprised, since I have reason to believe she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -is here. In fact the woman disguised as a Sister of the -Holy Grail was Georgia, his niece, and the girl in the -picture."</p> - -<p>Darby's thin lips gathered as though prepared to emit -a whistle, for like a flash he comprehended a very important -matter in connection with his employer; but his -will got the better of his inclination and not the faintest -sound followed.</p> - -<p>"More than this, sir, I am afraid he has some connection -with these reckless schemers you have come here to -watch."</p> - -<p>"It would not surprise me—the senor general is of -Spanish descent and doubtless loves the institutions of -Spain, so that with his generous and ardent nature he is -ready to risk all he has in order to help the wretched -mother country in her great hour of need. It does not -matter, since they will accomplish nothing here. These -Irish plotters are master masons in the art of promising -much and having some one else pull their chestnuts from -the fire. Still, it is our duty to know the many strings -perfidious Spain has to her bow."</p> - -<p>"Just so, sir. I am going now."</p> - -<p>"My blessing go with you, Darby. I shall anticipate -a rich and racy story when we twain meet again. Meanwhile, -again farewell."</p> - -<p>When he stood alone Roderic heard a clock in a not -distant belfry chime the hour.</p> - -<p>"Eleven—plenty of time for a man of his superior intelligence -to accomplish it all. By Jove! I would like to -see the result. I would wager he does it to the queen's -taste, and that with two Richmonds in the field Warwick -or Jerome or any other man would find it hard to tell the -genuine from the artificial. Reminds me of Shakespeare's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -two Dromios. Well, there's nothing for me to do -but take it quietly until morning, when I'll give my noble -duke a run for his money. Ye gods, I can imagine his -amazement. But he is not the man to let one failure -daunt him. I rather imagine we two may yet face each -other with sword or pistol in hand. That, gives me little -concern just now, however much it may later on. All -seems quiet around the hotel, so I presume the coast is -clear."</p> - -<p>He found no difficulty in gaining his apartment unobserved, -and there proceeded to woo the gentle goddess -of sleep.</p> - -<p>A methodical man, he was able to awaken at just the -hour he desired.</p> - -<p>Perhaps a somewhat superficial knowledge of Wellington's -usual habits guided him in this matter quite as much -as his own desires.</p> - -<p>An observation convinced him that the day had broken -fair and singularly cool, so that all nature appeared to rejoice.</p> - -<p>He dressed with perhaps a little more care than ordinary -and stood before the glass arranging the ends of his four-in-hand.</p> - -<p>"I wonder if her eyes still glow with their old intoxicating -light?" he muttered.</p> - -<p>From which one might readily imagine the dreams -that had accompanied his slumber must have dealt more -or less with the owner of those heavenly orbs.</p> - -<p>"And I kissed her hand again as of yore. Jove! how it -thrilled me. Did that kiss wipe out the past—is it possible -for us both to forgive and again be more than friends? -The very thought gives my heart hope. And yet what -a fool I am to forget—those magnificent rings—perhaps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -one or more of them came from the bolero dancer, the -dashing Julio who took San Juan hearts by storm. Heaven -only knows—in my mad jealousy I accused her of encouraging -his attentions. Perhaps I was wrong, and again I -may have been right, for I never heard more of either -after I shook the red dust of San Juan from my feet. She -may have wedded him, and now be wife or widow. Ugh! -to the devil with such thoughts. Now to give dear old -Jerome a shake up he will never forget."</p> - -<p>The idea afforded him some pleasure—at least it banished -that other hideous nightmare.</p> - -<p>Wife or widow were the words he did not care to -hear used in connection with the owner of those magnificent -midnight orbs.</p> - -<p>Jerome breakfasted at eight o'clock.</p> - -<p>He was clockwork itself in regularity, no matter where -or under what conditions he spent the night, and when -Roderic glanced into the breakfast room there was his -victim busily engaged, his back to the door.</p> - -<p>Jerome was something of a gourmand, and had a really -remarkable fondness for all the good things that tickle -the palate and appeal to a cultivated taste. He knew the -value of every wine on the list, and could distinguish -various brands of champagne with his eyes closed, for, -tell it not in Gath, Jerome had once upon a time been reduced -to making an honest livelihood as an expert wine -taster.</p> - -<p>Owen sauntered into the almost deserted room, and -came up behind the dashing Adonis.</p> - -<p>"Good morning, Wellington," he said briskly, as he -dropped into a chair just across from Jerome.</p> - -<p>The latter started to make a civil reply, but when his -eyes fastened upon Roderic's face he turned as red as a -boiled lobster and spluttered out:</p> - -<p>"Owen still here in Dublin by all the saints!"</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_III" id="Chapter_III"></a>CHAPTER III.<br /> - -<small>AT DAGGERS' POINTS.</small></h2> - - -<p>It was Roderic's intention to lead the other a jolly little -dance before jumping upon him with both feet, so to -speak.</p> - -<p>In other words he pleased to play with the conceited -beau pretty much as a cat might with a mouse that had -fallen into her clutches.</p> - -<p>Hence he observed Jerome's amazed expression with -the air of a man who was puzzled.</p> - -<p>"Still in Dublin—why not, my boy? This is about as -comfortable a berth as one could find, and I shall only -desert it when stern duty calls me across the big pond. -Whatever possessed you with the idea that I had departed -hence—why it was only late last night when I last saw -you?"</p> - -<p>Wellington was making heroic efforts to resume his -ordinary cool appearance, but he had evidently been hard -hit, and fluttered like a wounded pigeon, which was a rare -thing with a man usually calm and sarcastic.</p> - -<p>"By Jove! it must have been a bad dream, but, d'ye -know my dear fellow, I could swear you came and told me -you were off for Hamburg, Constantinople or——"</p> - -<p>"Monte Carlo perhaps, since one place is about as -likely as the other."</p> - -<p>"Well, er, perhaps it was. Wretched dream at any rate. -Must have been the Welsh rarebit I had about midnight—awful -fond of toast and cheese, you know, especially good -Roquefort. Glad to know it was only a dream, dused<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -glad, my boy. Would have missed you very much—good -men are too scarce, as it is."</p> - -<p>Thus Jerome babbled on, his object being simply delay, -in order to collect himself and grasp the situation.</p> - -<p>At the same time possibly he hoped to pull the wool -over the eyes of the man he addressed.</p> - -<p>It was useless.</p> - -<p>When Roderic mentioned Monte Carlo the schemer -knew his game had been exposed through some blunder, -and all he could hope to fight for was advantage of position -when the assault came.</p> - -<p>He therefore hurried up his reserves and proceeded to -call all hands to repel boarders.</p> - -<p>Owen had folded his arms and was coolly surveying -him across the table—there was a curl to his mustached -lip that told of fine scorn.</p> - -<p>Some men can stand almost anything rather than to -be made a mark for irony or disdain, and it was this -more than anything else that brought Wellington furiously -to the front.</p> - -<p>"See here, Owen, all chicanery aside, how the devil -do you happen to be here at the Shelbourne instead of on -a yacht bound for Havre, and eventually to the gamester's -Paradise?" he blurted out.</p> - -<p>"A plain question and deserving an equally candid answer. -To tell you the truth then, my dear fellow, I had -decided objections to making such a hasty trip across to -the Continent. Your preparations for my comfort were -overwhelming, and while I appreciated all you did I was -obliged to respectfully decline."</p> - -<p>"Well, my own eyes tell me you are here, but I'll take -my oath I saw one who looked enough like you to be your -shadow sail out of Kingstown harbor at three this morning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -on board the steam yacht <em>Galatea</em>. And that was no -hasheesh dream either, superinduced by Welsh rarebit -or opium. Now, who the devil went to Havre?"</p> - -<p>"A gentleman whose health needed the ocean voyage, -and who believed he could enjoy the society of the gay -set on board. I have no doubt he will be exceedingly -grateful for all your trouble."</p> - -<p>Jerome looked at first as though he could bite a nail -with pleasure—Owen expected him to swear, but the other -seldom gave way to such vulgar exhibitions of temper.</p> - -<p>On the contrary he smiled, and his white teeth showing -through his carefully adjusted mustache gave Roderic the -impression of a grinning hyena.</p> - -<p>Still, the application hardly fitted such a case, for Jerome -was considered an extremely handsome and fascinating -man, however much of a human wolf he might be -back of the scenes.</p> - -<p>"Owen, you have called the hand for the first round. -It is on me, and devilish hard. I could ill afford the cold -cash I spent to hire that boat. I sincerely trust your -counterpart will choke upon the good victuals I put aboard -or else make himself so beastly drunk upon the liquor -that he will fall overboard in the bay of Biscay or somewhere -along the French coast."</p> - -<p>"Don't reproach me for doing just what you would -have done had you been in my shoes, and the plot been -revealed to you, Wellington."</p> - -<p>The other brightened up a trifle.</p> - -<p>"You may be sure I would—but evidently you received -a pretty strong tip—who betrayed me?"</p> - -<p>He spoke carelessly, but there was a devilish gleam -in his blazing eyes that told the state of his feelings toward -the unknown.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> - -<p>Owen would sooner have cut his right hand off than -betray the source of his knowledge.</p> - -<p>"I have means of acquiring information that are unequalled -outside of Scotland Yard. For some time, Wellington, -I had looked upon you as an agreeable acquaintance. -That time has gone by. You have stripped the -mask from your face, and I know you as a wolf preying -upon society."</p> - -<p>"Sir!"</p> - -<p>"Oh! you needn't flare up and look ferocious. I say -this to your teeth. If you desire the satisfaction one gentleman -demands from another I am always at your service, -whether it be with bare knuckles, a revolver or the sword. -I believe I am equally at home with all, and will take great -pleasure in puncturing your precious skin."</p> - -<p>"Well, you are devilish frank, to say the least," declared -Jerome, mastering his ugly mood, since he knew full well -the disadvantage falling to the man who gave way to passion.</p> - -<p>"I expect to be, since it is the only policy to use when -dealing with such men as you. I might warn my cousin -against your attentions, but it would be useless, since -she has undoubtedly sized you up as an ordinary adventurer -long before I dreamed of it. However, my dear -fellow, one last word of warning before I quit your society. -If you take it upon yourself to <em>annoy</em> Cleo—if she -appeals to me for assistance I shall camp on your trail -until I finally '<em>get</em>' you, as they put it over in my country."</p> - -<p>There was no boastful spirit in his manner, only a grim -determination that carried weight.</p> - -<p>Wellington, looking squarely into those calm orbs that -held his own in a species of thralldom knew he had the -fight of his life before him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - -<p>Perhaps he saw with prophetic vision, some dim inkling -of his own downfall—it is a long road that has no -turn—success had visited him many times in the past, but -there was for him as for all adventurers, a <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">dies irae</i> and it -might come through Roderic Owen.</p> - -<p>"I'll consider myself warned, Owen, and if trouble -comes my blood be upon my own head. The only remark -I shall venture to make is, that as yet I have never failed -in any serious undertaking which engaged my attention," -he said, sneeringly.</p> - -<p>"Indeed. Then let us hope you are not very serious -about this affair."</p> - -<p>"I have made a vow. By that I mean to win, or fall. -Have you breakfasted, Owen?"</p> - -<p>"Not yet. I shall order a chop and a cup of chocolate."</p> - -<p>"You <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'wont'">won't</ins> join me then?"</p> - -<p>"Well, under the circumstances, as we are to be mortal -enemies, I hardly think it would be wise. I have some of -the Arab's feeling about breaking bread or eating salt with -an enemy."</p> - -<p>"I would give something to know who betrayed my -little game."</p> - -<p>"Don't worry about it—my means are such that in order -to learn what I wish I am not compelled to make traitors -of those you trust."</p> - -<p>"And the man on the yacht?"</p> - -<p>"Oh! Darby is all right—you can depend upon it he -will enjoy himself to the limit. If you read of a man -breaking the bank at Monte Carlo presently, make up -your mind it was Darby, and that your noble generosity -is mainly responsible for his presence in that notable -place."</p> - -<p>Jerome scowled and muttered something.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Perhaps it is as well you have decided to have your -breakfast in another quarter. Somehow you have the -knack of bruising me most savagely, and no doubt we -should be at each other's throat like a couple of dogs, ere -we finished. I wish to tell you distinctly that if you imagine -you can frighten me off by such heroics you are chasing -a mirage, a <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">fata morgana</i> as the deep sea sailors term -it. I am not that kind of a man, and you will find that -I sink or swim by my record."</p> - -<p>Roderic did not care to bandy further words with the -Adonis.</p> - -<p>Deeds must tell the story as to which of them should -win in the long run, and Owen preferred such a course.</p> - -<p>It chanced that M'lle Cleo and her companion entered -the room about this time, and joining them Roderic had -his chop in merry company.</p> - -<p>The daughter of ten millions looked fresh and full of -life. As he chatted with her across the table Owen was -wondering why she had never mated.</p> - -<p>"It's the confounded dazzle of her money," he decided -finally; "she has educated herself to believe no one can -ever love <em>her</em>, but that the fortune draws them. By Jove! -She should hide herself under an <em>incog.</em> and thus discover -a lover who will worship her for her own dear self. I -warrant there are many good fellows who would gladly -go through fire and flood for her sake, if they knew her -only as a stenographer or schoolmam."</p> - -<p>Which line of reasoning did Roderic credit.</p> - -<p>That same fortune had something to do with his own -feelings in the matter, as it must with every honorable -man.</p> - -<p>"When do you leave Dublin?" asked his cousin, endeavoring -to appear careless.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> - -<p>"I shall cross to Liverpool to-morrow and take the -White Star steamer for New York—unless something -occurs to change my plans."</p> - -<p>"Then you are compelled to go to New York?"</p> - -<p>"Only as a means of reaching my ultimate destination."</p> - -<p>"Which is——"</p> - -<p>He lowered his voice.</p> - -<p>"Porto Rico."</p> - -<p>"But, the danger—that is a Spanish stronghold, and we -are at war with Spain."</p> - -<p>"Already troops are ordered to land there—perhaps -General Miles is on the way. With the fall of Santiago -our efforts are to be concentrated about San Juan. A -portion of the work falls upon my shoulders—that is all. -Besides, I naturally want to be in at the death, as do all -ardent fox hunters in the chase."</p> - -<p>"I wish, cousin, you would give up so dangerous a calling. -Surely you are as well fitted for other pursuits in -which your life would not be at stake."</p> - -<p>There was real concern in her voice, and Roderic found -his heart touched.</p> - -<p>"I have been seriously considering that same matter -myself, and concluded to make a change after the war is -over."</p> - -<p>"Why wait until then?"</p> - -<p>"For many reasons. In the first place Western men -have a saying that it is bad policy to change horses while -crossing a stream. It is also a poor piece of business to -desert your country while she has need of your services."</p> - -<p>"Enough. I know that your motives are honorable. -But about this trip across to the Antilles—I could tell you -of a quicker way of reaching the shore of Porto Rico, -that is, should you consider it worth your while to accept,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> -with a tinge of color in her cheeks, and a sparkle to her -blue eyes.</p> - -<p>"Indeed, I should like to hear of it. Time may be a -factor in my game."</p> - -<p>"I made a purchase in England—you know I am something -of a yachtsman in my way, and the temptation was -great."</p> - -<p>"You purchased a yacht?"</p> - -<p>"A steam yacht."</p> - -<p>"Lucky mortal to be able to do such a thing with as -little concern as I would buy a cravat."</p> - -<p>"She is a beauty, Roderic."</p> - -<p>"Don't doubt it in the least, else you would never have -fancied her."</p> - -<p>"She is called the Dreadnaught."</p> - -<p>"Phew! a genuine English name. Of course you will -change it to the Mayflower or Pilgrim or some strictly -Yankee cognomen?"</p> - -<p>"At present I must decline to do so, as she sails with an -English crew and under the flag of Great Britain."</p> - -<p>Owen looked puzzled, and then smiled.</p> - -<p>"Oh! I see, a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ruse de guerre</i>. Very good, indeed. The -Dreadnaught she shall remain as long as our war with -Spain continues. Well, are you off for a delightful voyage -along the Mediterranean, or perhaps, seeing it is summer, -to the North Cape, the Land of the Midnight Sun. -Jove! at another time I might be tempted to join you—that -is providing I were invited."</p> - -<p>"I extend a most pressing invitation and expect you to -accept and be our <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">compagnon de voyage</i>."</p> - -<p>"Alas! my duty lies amid sterner scenes."</p> - -<p>"In ten days you can be landed on the shore of Porto -Rico."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - -<p>He eyed her in surprise.</p> - -<p>"Is your voyage a westerly one?"</p> - -<p>"We are intending to see something of the war, that -is all."</p> - -<p>Perhaps uncertain but nevertheless alarming visions -were conjured up in his mind.</p> - -<p>"I am sorry to hear you say so. The conditions existing -on those unhappy islands are terrible. Besides, an -attractive woman would run risks among the lawless elements -at large that I should grieve to see you exposed to."</p> - -<p>She laughed, but at the same time his solicitude did not -appear unwelcome in the least.</p> - -<p>"Foolish boy, you don't suppose, I hope, that I have any -Quixotic notion of parading across the island carrying the -star spangled banner wrapped around me. My object is -of a different character. For once in my life I am to play -the Lady Bountiful. Cuba has been looked after as well -as the conditions allow. I am informed there is also much -suffering in Porto Rico. I have had my yacht stocked -with provisions and medical stores, and shall relieve honest -distress wherever I find it, no matter under what -flag."</p> - -<p>"God bless you, Cousin Cleo. You will find plenty of -it there. The Spaniards have tightened the mailed hand -of late, and Porto Rico groans under the scourge. Soon -freedom's blessings will be their heritage. Every man -whose smallest act brings such a consummation to pass, -should feel proud of the fact. Where is this boat of yours, -cousin?"</p> - -<p>"Entering Dublin bay this morning."</p> - -<p>"And when will you leave old Erin?"</p> - -<p>"When you give the word."</p> - -<p>It confused him a little to realize how much she deferred -to his judgment.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Pardon me—will there be other passengers?"</p> - -<p>"None."</p> - -<p>"Then I will accept"—he had desired to make sure Jerome's -hateful presence might not bring about a duel during -the voyage.</p> - -<p>"We will call it settled. An hour's notice will find -us aboard, bag and baggage. Govern your own actions as -your duty demands."</p> - -<p>"This is awfully kind of you Cousin Cleo."</p> - -<p>"The obligation is on your part, to put up with our dull -society for ten days."</p> - -<p>"You hurt me when you speak that way. It will surely -be one of the most pleasant episodes of my life. I am -smiling to think that after most positively declining one -yacht voyage last night I have so readily accepted another."</p> - -<p>"Some one else asked you to go to Porto Rico?"</p> - -<p>"Well, no, I rather imagine the intention was for me -to bring up in a hotter country than the Antilles. The -trip contemplated a voyage to Havre and then across -country to the later Monaco, the gambling palace of -Monte Carlo."</p> - -<p>"Oh! I am glad you refused to go."</p> - -<p>"So am I. But the invitation was very pressing. -However, rather than disappoint the gentleman I sent my -representative to receive the honors."</p> - -<p>"It was a <em>gentleman</em> who asked you then?"</p> - -<p>His eyes opened with surprise.</p> - -<p>"Certainly—that is he did not really ask me, you see, -but arranged a neat little affair whereby I was to be a -guest of honor."</p> - -<p>"How stupid of me, to be sure, I begin to see now that -you are speaking of a business engagement, not a social<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -matter. And will your substitute serve as well as if you -had gone?"</p> - -<p>"Just as well, until they learn that it is not Roderic -Owen they are entertaining with so lavish a hand, but -plain Joel Darby. Then I imagine there will be an explosion -of some sort and her ladyship will show temper."</p> - -<p>"Her ladyship—then there is a woman involved?"</p> - -<p>"It is true. I see, cousin, that having put my foot in -it thus far I would do well to tell you the whole story."</p> - -<p>"I should be pleased to act as Father Confessor," was -the quick response.</p> - -<p>They were alone at the table, Miss Becky having gone -across the room to chat with a congenial spirit whose acquaintance -she had made.</p> - -<p>So Roderic told his little story as tersely as he could, -and in his cousin he found an interested auditor.</p> - -<p>"Well, what do you think of it?" he asked when the -finis had been reached.</p> - -<p>"It is very dreadful."</p> - -<p>"Surely I came out all right, cousin."</p> - -<p>"But—suppose you had not—you would have been -hypnotized by the adventuress, and that must have been -the end of you. Oh! I know the species and all their -wiles, having made a study of them."</p> - -<p>"Does that sweeping deduction include the male bipeds -of the adventurer order also?"</p> - -<p>"Why not?"</p> - -<p>"Because I might offend if I told you the name of the -man who planned my exodus."</p> - -<p>"Oh! I have already guessed it was the Adonis."</p> - -<p>"Yes, Jerome Wellington. I am glad you know him -in his true light. He has made a vow."</p> - -<p>"I'll wager it concerns my wretched millions."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Just so—he longs to handle them."</p> - -<p>"He will be a smarter man than he is now when that -happens. But one thing puzzles me?"</p> - -<p>"Now it is coming," thought Roderic, though aloud he -said cheerily, "What might that be?"</p> - -<p>"You received your warning from a nun."</p> - -<p>"I was a fool to mention the fact," thought Owen, with -one of these wonderful after inspirations that closes the -door when the horse is stolen.</p> - -<p>"Yes, from one who was dressed in the somber garb of -a cloister," he replied.</p> - -<p>"You evidently do not believe she was what she outwardly -appeared?"</p> - -<p>"You are a modern Portia, cousin," he laughed.</p> - -<p>"Of course, a prisoner at the bar is not pledged to commit -himself. If I am over bold forgive me and make no -reply. But, you know, a woman's curiosity is proverbial."</p> - -<p>"I shall answer frankly—she was no member of the -Order of the Holy Grail—the garb was assumed to conceal -her identity."</p> - -<p>"From Jerome—from you?"</p> - -<p>"Both, I presume."</p> - -<p>"You recognized her face?"</p> - -<p>"I did not see that—it was her voice. Even then I -was in a maze until she had gone."</p> - -<p>"Was it a <em>very</em> melodious voice, Roderic."</p> - -<p>"The sweetest—well, yes, a voice full of melody," he replied, -with evident confusion that did not escape Cleo's -quick gaze.</p> - -<p>"Ah! you have heard her sing?"</p> - -<p>"Dozens of times—like a nightingale," he felt forced -to confess.</p> - -<p>"This was—where?"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> - -<p>"In San Juan, Porto Rico, two years back. I have not -looked on her face since I fled those shores."</p> - -<p>"Ah!" and that one word expressed keen disappointment, -for Cleo read the story of his lost love in his face.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_IV" id="Chapter_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.<br /> - -<small>MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE.</small></h2> - - -<p>"Would it be presumptuous if I asked to know her -name, Roderic—this girl of San Juan who risked so much -to save your reputation if not your life? I feel under obligations -to her, for your name is very dear to those who -know you—those bound to you by ties of consanguinity."</p> - -<p>"She comes of Spanish descent, but her heart is now -only wrapped up in the future of the lovely gem of the -Antilles. Her name is Georgia Inez de Brabant."</p> - -<p>Perhaps his manner gave evidence that she was treading -on dangerous ground.</p> - -<p>"Thank you. Perhaps some day fortune may bring us -together. I shall try to love her, Roderic, because you -call her your <em>friend!</em>"</p> - -<p>Then she branched off upon the subject of the cruise, -to which she seemed to look forward with almost childish -delight.</p> - -<p>It is not every one to whom is given the proud fortune -to own a modern steam yacht, and this daughter of Eve -could be forgiven a fair amount of exhilaration under the -circumstances.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, truth to tell, the prospect of ten days basking -in the company of her athletic cousin had something to -do with her light spirits.</p> - -<p>Owen's time was not wholly his own, so that he was -soon forced to sally forth upon the streets of the Irish -metropolis.</p> - -<p>When Cleo was alone she hastened to her luxurious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -apartments and searching the inmost recesses of an inlaid -traveling writing desk which had been taken from -a capacious trunk, she soon pounced upon a small photograph.</p> - -<p>It was wretchedly done by a tyro in Ponce, but even -boorish work could not entirely conceal the fact that the -face was that of a most lovely dark-eyed houri.</p> - -<p>Cleo looked eagerly at it.</p> - -<p>"I have had this now two years. Roderic dropped it -in the garden, and I hid it away for a joke and then forgot -to speak of it. This is the picture of a daughter of Porto -Rico—is it the same who is now in Dublin, who last night -at the peril of her name warned him of evil? I have -reason to believe such to be the truth, for unless I am -greatly mistaken I saw this same beauty coming out of -St. Patrick's cathedral yesterday morning, when a gust -of wind blew her veil aside. In this land where Irish -gray or blue eyes abound I was immediately attracted by -such a beautiful pair of melting dusky orbs.</p> - -<p>"Heigho! this is Roderic's fate no doubt. Heaven -grant that he may be happy whate'er betide, for he deserves -it. I would give all my miserable millions for his -heart's love, but it can not be. There is a startling story -of the past connected with this girl, I am sure. Why did -they separate—does she love him still? Well, perhaps -the future may tell."</p> - -<p>She put the photograph slowly back in the lodging -place where it had so long rested securely. Even great -riches had not the power to bring this young woman -unalloyed happiness, for the one treasure she would have -valued above all other earthly possessions seemed denied -her by a cruel fate.</p> - -<p>It were hardly fair that all the joys of earth were handed -over to the disposal of one mortal.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<p>While she rolled in wealth beyond Aladdin's dreams -and sighed for true love, many who were blessed in this -regard struggled for a daily pittance and groaned because -their heart's devotion could not come between the -object of their worship and cruel Want.</p> - -<p>Truly, this is a queer old world, and at times it seems -unequally divided; but occasionally there is a shaking up -all around that evens things up somewhat.</p> - -<p>Possessed of a sudden notion Cleo dressed for the -street.</p> - -<p>When she went out it was with a laughing remark to -Miss Becky, whom she intercepted upon the broad carpeted -main stairway, to the effect that a number of little -shopping duties had to be looked after.</p> - -<p>However, M'lle Cleo's ideas of the shopping district -must have become a little mixed, for she sauntered in the -direction of that quaint mass of stone and glass with its -spire and numerous minarets known as St. Patrick's -Cathedral.</p> - -<p>She looked through the iron fence at the flat slabs and -few monuments commemorating illustrious Irish dead, -she studied the architecture of the historic building, and -cast many a curious glance at those who passed in to late -mass or came out from the interior.</p> - -<p>Her object seemed doomed to disappointment, for the -face she sought was not seen.</p> - -<p>Once she eyed a lady closely veiled, who came out in -company with a military looking gentleman sporting a -shaggy head of gray hair <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à la</i> Mark Twain, also a ferocious -mustache waxed at the ends and giving the wearer -the fierce appearance of King Humbert.</p> - -<p>As the couple passed Cleo she chanced to hear the lady -make a casual remark, and two things struck the listener -as singular.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - -<p>First it was pure Spanish she heard.</p> - -<p>Second, her voice was so very melodious it seemed to -conjure up visions of rippling water, warbling birds and -all those things of which poets love to rave.</p> - -<p>Cleo remembered—could she ever forget the pain that -shot through her heart at the time—how Roderic had -grown suddenly enthusiastic when he declared the voice -of Senorita de Brabant as musical as the notes of a nightingale—she -had doubtless sung for him many times those -passionate serenades and love songs for which dark eyed -daughters of old Spain have ever been famous.</p> - -<p>Cleo could imagine how those wonderful black orbs -glowed with love's sacred fire when <em>he</em> sat near, upon a -soft divan, or bent over the gurgling fountain's basin.</p> - -<p>She felt sick at heart, but such a nature never reveals -the pain that rankles within.</p> - -<p>Though suffering tortures such girls will laugh and -seem as merry as the lightest hearted among their comrades.</p> - -<p>After that came the shopping, and yet Cleo was annoyed -to find herself listening to every voice upon the -street and in the stores.</p> - -<p>Surely there could not be another in all Dublin that so -fully filled the brief but graphic description Roderic had -given of a woman's tones sounding like the soft gurgling -of water over the mossy stones in the primeval forest.</p> - -<p>"I wonder under what conditions we will meet, for -something tells me this is bound to occur. And shall I -too be drawn to her because he has given his heart? Will -she love him—love my old play fellow Roderic as—as I -could do, have done these many years? Perhaps, but I -doubt it, doubt whether these hot blooded girls of the -tropic isles can love so truly that they will sacrifice even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -their own happiness in order that <em>his</em> life may be filled -with sunshine. Still, God forgive me for judging her -harshly. I have other things—his love may be all in all -to her. Come what will I shall do what is right and loyal -and true as becomes a daughter of Virginia. But oh! -it is hard to give him up, my hope, my boy lover, my -Roderic. Now I am done!"</p> - -<p>Having thus grimly dismissed the matter from her -mind for the present the young lady proceeded to carry -out her designs.</p> - -<p>Numerous things were on her list to be added to the -abundant stores aboard the yacht, and it would probably -puzzle the honest steward, she imagined, to know what -to do with the last arrivals.</p> - -<p>"If I remained in Dublin three days more I am sure we -would be swamped in the bay made celebrated by song -and story, or else be compelled to charter a companion -boat to share our cargo—there are so many things I see -that could be made useful among the wretched people -just escaping from Spanish rule, and these Irish storekeepers -one and all, must have had an intimate acquaintance -with the Blarney stone, they have such engaging -ways and a burning desire to accumulate Uncle Sam's -coin. This is an era of good feeling—of hands across -the sea—Brother John and Brother Jonathan, and they -all want to be in it as deep as possible. However, I think -I am actually done. It would be impossible to accept all -they offer."</p> - -<p>So the purchasing agency went reluctantly out of commission.</p> - -<p>Even the owner of millions must draw the line somewhere.</p> - -<p>Roderic was not to be seen at luncheon, although Cleo<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -purposely lingered over the meal, hoping he would turn -up.</p> - -<p>Jerome was there, handsome as ever, and apparently -much sought after by a designing lady mother from Chicago -who possessed two plain girls of a marriageable age.</p> - -<p>No doubt they believed him a marquis, or at the very -least connected with some noble family anxious to make -a "connection" with pork.</p> - -<p>These things happen frequently, and there really seems -no remedy—the market is there and the goods offered -for sale. Occasionally a genuine love match occurs which -redounds to the credit of Old England and Young America; -but for the most part they are cut and dried affairs -entered into for position on one side and gold on the other. -Such unions are beneath contempt.</p> - -<p>Jerome bowed and smiled in his usual affable manner, -and Cleo answered him just as though she had not been -informed of his dark schemes.</p> - -<p>This matter of fact young woman had traveled far and -wide—she had rubbed up against all manner of people, -and long since ceased to be excessively surprised at anything.</p> - -<p>Wellington was simply carrying out the business for -which nature had endowed him.</p> - -<p>There were many people gifted with more money than -brains—the reverse was true in his case, and he amused -himself by endeavoring to bring about a more evenly balanced -condition of affairs, to his pecuniary advantage, of -course.</p> - -<p>Cleo could even find something to admire about his -bold piratical way of living by his wits—at least he had -more of the man about him than most of the petted darlings -of society on both sides of the Atlantic who fawned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -upon her in a sickly sentimental way from precisely the -same sinister motives that influenced Wellington's bold -attacks.</p> - -<p>Let these parvenu mammas with daughters to sell pay -the penalty for their sin.</p> - -<p>As the day wore on and she saw nothing of Roderic -she began to feel a little worried.</p> - -<p>Could harm have befallen him?</p> - -<p>She knew the unscrupulous character of those elements -which he usually pitted his powers against.</p> - -<p>Perhaps Wellington, that suave deluder, not one whit -discouraged by his first failure, had promptly opened -his secondary batteries.</p> - -<p>Still, it seemed almost ridiculous to believe harm could -have befallen a sensible man like Roderic in the open -streets of Dublin while the sun was shining.</p> - -<p>Had it been Algiers, Constantinople, Pekin or some -city of mysterious India, the case would have appeared -far more serious, for uncanny things are liable to occur -in such Oriental marts at any hour of the day or night.</p> - -<p>As evening drew on apace she found herself watching -the doorway beyond which lay the calm square known -as St. Stephens' Green.</p> - -<p>Her captain had come ashore for a comparison of -ideas, and was still with her, since Cleo desired him to -meet her cousin.</p> - -<p>They would see much of each other during the voyage, -and she particularly desired to bring about the meeting -of two congenial souls.</p> - -<p>Dinner passed.</p> - -<p>Still no Roderic.</p> - -<p>She confided her fears in part to the captain.</p> - -<p>The worthy seadog was able to wrestle with any perplexing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -problem that might assail them afloat, but when -it came to mastering the wiles apt to beset a man's path -ashore he confessed his ignorance.</p> - -<p>Nothing could be done—they must wait till a sign of -some kind was given.</p> - -<p>That was the exasperating part, for Cleo was naturally -a girl of decided action.</p> - -<p>An hour crept by since dinner—two of them, and it was -now drawing near ten o'clock.</p> - -<p>No one entered the door but that Cleo's eyes were instantly -upon them, and disappointment had as yet been -the only result.</p> - -<p>She endeavored to be her own lively self but it required -a great effort.</p> - -<p>Roderic might be in danger, but somehow she was possessed -of the idea that it was more from a pair of midnight -eyes than a murderous stiletto, for Cleo could not -forget the face she had seen, the lovely original of her -photograph, who was even now in Dublin.</p> - -<p>Was her power of enchantment over Roderic still unbroken—could -she draw him to her even after an absence -of two years—had the bar that separated them been cast -aside?</p> - -<p>How these questions flashed before her eyes and seemed -burned upon her brain like coals of fire. She suffered intensely, -but the bluff old sea dog never knew it—indeed -he believed her to be unusually brilliant, her wit was so -keen and her suggestions as to their coming voyage so -remarkably clever.</p> - -<p>She dreaded the thought of having to retire in this -state of uncertainty.</p> - -<p>The hour drew on—it neared eleven, and the ladies had -wholly disappeared.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then Cleo suddenly gave a sigh of relief, for her eager -eyes had discovered his well known figure entering the -front door of the hotel.</p> - -<p>She noted instantly that he looked disturbed, and that -his usually natty appearance was lacking—and practical -Cleo knew Roderic had been through an adventure. Half -rising as she beckoned to him, she awaited his coming -with breathless impatience.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_V" id="Chapter_V"></a>CHAPTER V.<br /> - -<small>RODERIC'S REPENTANCE.</small></h2> - - -<p>Roderic had indeed been up against it good and hard -since leaving his cousin at the breakfast table.</p> - -<p>He had entered upon his duties of the day with a vim, -desirous of closing his accounts so that he might get away -on the next morning, if Cleo and her captain were willing.</p> - -<p>During the morning he was haunted by certain facts -which bore heavily upon the relations existing between -present conditions and those that prevailed two years -back.</p> - -<p>The girl from Porto Rico occupied a prime place in all -these reflections.</p> - -<p>Every word that had been spoken by her on the preceding -night came again before his mental vision, and -underwent a revised scrutiny.</p> - -<p>New solutions sprang up, for he was able to better understand -certain things that were uttered.</p> - -<p>Still there was much to puzzle him.</p> - -<p>How came she to know of Cleo, his cousin—true, in -times past, when paradise seemed opening to his feet—ah, -what a fool's dream he had indulged in—he must have -frequently spoken of his cousin, for she was often in his -mind; but that would not account for her pertinent remarks -concerning Cleo's attachment for him.</p> - -<p>Was it jealousy prompted this?</p> - -<p>Roderic flushed with pleasure at the very thought of -such a thing, since the green-eyed monster can never -lodge in a human heart unless there still remains love to -stir the depths.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then, somehow, he felt a strange shudder pass through -his whole frame.</p> - -<p>Would it bring trouble of any kind to this loyal cousin, -whose welfare was certainly as dear to him as that of a -sister?</p> - -<p>He knew much of these southern women—their virtues -and frailties—and realized what a serious thing it meant -to be passionately loved by one of them, and how ill they -brooked rivalry.</p> - -<p>The love Georgia had given him was so entirely different -from the pure, unselfish devotion of which Cleo was -capable—he knew this as well as any one, and yet with -his eyes open he had chosen the rush of the hurricane to -the calm, steady current of never changing regard.</p> - -<p>Love is a little god who will have his way despite reason -and philosophy.</p> - -<p>Once poor mortal falls under his sway and farewell to -discernment—from that time on Cupid sits in the balance, -and weighs things to suit his own capricious nature.</p> - -<p>Thus our good Roderic found himself worried with a -variety of new questions, such as it had not occurred to -him before could ever come up in connection with his -affairs.</p> - -<p>They cropped up before him in his business and he -found it utterly impossible to get rid of them. What was -on the heart must have a place in the mind in spite of stern -endeavors to banish his own private affairs from the front.</p> - -<p>Thus the day wore on.</p> - -<p>Things worked fairly well.</p> - -<p>He sent some letters, and toward the close of the afternoon -some telegrams in cipher intended for those connected -with the government at Washington in whose -special line he was working.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - -<p>Finally he pronounced his work done.</p> - -<p>Unless some late orders, which he did not look for, -turned up to intercept him, he was free to shake the dust -of old Erin from his shoes on the morrow.</p> - -<p>He anticipated the voyage to the West Indies with considerable -pleasure, for, as the veil of the future can not be -raised by mortal hands, how was he to know what strange -happenings might occur before the anchor was lifted, to -change his relations to the owner of the yacht?</p> - -<p>About sundown he visited a store on Lower Sackville -street where he had been receiving his mail.</p> - -<p>There was a message awaiting him.</p> - -<p>It came from Darby.</p> - -<p>How that remarkable man had managed to mail the -letter was a puzzle to Roderic, but no doubt he had prepared -the envelope with a stamp and found some means -of getting it posted by bribing a sailor.</p> - -<p>Darby could accomplish anything under heaven when -he made up his mind.</p> - -<p>The note was brief and epigrammatic, just as Darby's -speech had always been. Time was worth money to him, -and he used very few words.</p> - -<p>"They got me as per agreement. We are on the way to -Havre. Will touch at coast of Cornwall for private reasons -of captain. Mail this there if possible. The French -m'amselle aboard. Charming young woman. Think I -shall be pleasantly entertained, as she has a voice like a -bird. Do not pity me, comrade. I may go all the way -to Monte Carlo. Who could refuse such good fortune? -More anon."</p> - -<p>That was all.</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed when he read it.</p> - -<p>"What a sly dog that Darby is—outwardly an iceberg, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -glacier, he yet possesses the capacity for adoring lovely -woman. Perhaps he may yet be wrecked upon the same -reefs that have been the destruction of so many. Alas! poor -Yorick. But I am willing to wager that at least he extracts -some fun out of this game before he gives up the -ghost."</p> - -<p>And now, dinner!</p> - -<p>The thought was delightful, since his appetite had become -clamorous, and besides there was great pleasure in -the anticipation of some hours in the society of his cousin. -Cleo could chat so entertainingly of many things he had -seen, for both were great travelers.</p> - -<p>She had visited the frequented thoroughfares of ordinary -travel. Besides, she had gone from Europe to India -via the overland Afghanistan and Khyber Pass route, had -looked upon the celebrated Vale of Cashmere, wandered -in Cathay, and was at home in Japan.</p> - -<p>It can be readily understood how much satisfaction -Roderic found in chatting with her on these subjects, for -the fever of exploration was growing upon him all the -while—he yearned to delve amid the wild places of earth -seldom or never gazed upon by the eyes of civilization—he -had already ridden on elephants in Siam, mounted the Peruvian -Andes on a llama, explored the Himalayas with -adventurous officers, their only vehicle being drawn by -yaks; and once Roderic had scoured the desolate Kirghiz -steppes on a tarantas drawn by shuffling camels.</p> - -<p>Secretly he aspired to some day make his way to the -Forbidden City of Tibet, where the foot of a white man -has never yet trodden, and whose gorgeous wonders yet -remain sealed books to the world—a city which the bold -traveler Harry Savage Landor recently endeavored to -reach but was forced to abandon the task as impossible.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - -<p>At present of course these things were hung up in abeyance, -since his beloved country was at war with Spain, -and called upon her patriotic sons to overwhelm the enemy, -both in the field and under the guise of diplomacy.</p> - -<p>The pursuit of his business had taken him far out from -the central part of the city and the river Liffey.</p> - -<p>From Donnybrook he had crossed to the region of Rathmines, -where in an interview with one whose word carried -great weight among the Fenian brotherhood, he learned -that the mission of the Spanish schemers had failed.</p> - -<p>This was a matter of great importance to those faithful -statesmen at Washington who labored to prevent any combination -of European Powers against Young America—it -meant that the great coalition would pull through and -that poor Spain must take her drubbing.</p> - -<p>He had mounted to the upper deck of a tramcar and -was on the way back to the city, surveying with considerable -interest the names of the many villas, places and terraces, -for every householder apparently desired to mark -his residence by some appropriate designation.</p> - -<p>From this state of beatitude, superinduced by the clear -consciousness of a day's work well done and the soothing -effect of a good pipe, Roderic was without the least warning -precipitated into a condition of tremendous excitement.</p> - -<p>He had just noted the old name on a rough stone gate -post "Lucknow Bungalow," and was wondering if some -gallant retired officer who had seen exciting days with -Havelock, or later with gallant Roberts, might live in cozy -retirement here, surrounded by objects brought from the -far distant realm of Her Majesty the Empress of India, -when some magnetism seemed to draw his gaze toward -the romantic house set back a little from the road.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> - -<p>Just at the same instant some one leaned out of an -open window as if to close a shutter, some one whose personality -acted upon Roderic very much as might a shock -of electricity.</p> - -<p>Of course it was the girl from Porto Rico.</p> - -<p>That she saw him and recognized him Roderic realized -instantly.</p> - -<p>It was another freak of Fate.</p> - -<p>When the three sisters who weave our destinies with -distaff and loom, conspire against a poor mortal, there is -little use trying to dodge the snare, since the loop falls -over one's shoulders on the most unexpected occasions, -and usually without warning.</p> - -<p>Roderic yielded, rescue or no rescue, at once.</p> - -<p>He immediately arose from his place and made down -the winding stairs at the end of the car. The vehicle had -been progressing meanwhile as rapidly as two sturdy Irish -horses could draw it along the rails, and by the time the -gentleman from across the Atlantic reached <em>terra firma</em> -they were half a block away from the bungalow and its -stone posts.</p> - -<p>Roderic had not developed any plan of action—what -he did was from sheer impulse.</p> - -<p>The sight of her face had spurred him on—nor might -this be set down as the only instance where a woman's -lovely countenance caused unpremeditated action on the -part of a usually conservative and well balanced man.</p> - -<p>When he reached the distinguishing stone pillars upon -which he read the name of the villa, Roderic boldly turned -in.</p> - -<p>Prudence might have dictated another course, for there -was reason to believe, as both Darby and himself had discovered, -that the old Porto Rican general, Georgia's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> -uncle in fact, was allied with those who had endeavored -to work the grand scheme.</p> - -<p>Therefore, he would not be apt to look upon any Yankee, -and particularly Roderic Owen, with favor.</p> - -<p>General Porfidio to the contrary, the American strode -past the sentinel posts, up the box bordered walk and directly -to the front door.</p> - -<p>This was his nature, bold to a fault, ready to walk directly -up to the cannon's mouth if duty but half demanded -it.</p> - -<p>It was the Irish element in his blood, for where that -strain goes throughout the peoples of the wide world, it -carries with it devotion and gallantry.</p> - -<p>Before he could lay a hand upon the knocker, that represented -a bronze Hindoo god, the door softly opened.</p> - -<p>A young girl stood there.</p> - -<p>As he looked at her, framed in the opening, with the -light of the setting sun falling upon her wondrous face, -Roderic held his very breath, for he was again under the -spell of her dusky eyes, that ever wove a web of enchantment -about him.</p> - -<p>Thus they stood, these two who had parted some years -before—stood and stared and said not a single word for -more than a full minute.</p> - -<p>What they lived over in those sixty seconds of time -God only knows.</p> - -<p>Perhaps there came up before them a vision of Paradise -Lost—of sweet scented flowers, flashing fountains, caroling -birds—of a West Indian garden where the God of -Love reigned, where the soft tinkle of magic mandolin -accompanied songs of hottest devotion, where eyes looked -into eyes and drank to the fill of heaven's nectar, where -vows of constancy were fervently breathed and returned.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -Alas! how many times these same maddening memories -arise to haunt broken hearts, for human nature is weak, -and prone to wander afar after strange idols.</p> - -<p>Roderic recovered his voice, and while he still kept his -eyes on her glowing face he said, quietly:</p> - -<p>"You expected me—you knew I would come?"</p> - -<p>"I believed you would when I saw you look this way," -she admitted; and then added: "but I do not know why -you are here, Senor Roderic."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps to thank you."</p> - -<p>"For what?" confused.</p> - -<p>"Your garb deceived me last night, but I knew the voice -which you could not wholly disguise. I wish to tell you -how—"</p> - -<p>"Stop. I do not desire to hear your gratitude. It was -a duty with me. By chance I learned of the miserable -plot. I could not bear to even see an enemy so badly -used, much less one whom I once delighted to call—my -friend."</p> - -<p>"Once—are we then no longer such?"</p> - -<p>"Senor, your welfare will always be regarded with interest -by me," coldly.</p> - -<p>"You have condemned me unheard," with a gesture of -despair.</p> - -<p>"Not I, senor, but yourself. The choice lay before you, -and you decided to flee from San Juan—from Elysium. -You were unjust—for once in your life. You alone, -senor, condemned, not I."</p> - -<p>"But—was there no reason—I beg of you, I implore, -an answer?"</p> - -<p>"Senor, this is a house where danger lurks for you—a -house where plots are nightly considered against your -people. It would be better for you to go away lest some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -of these hot headed Spanish sympathizers set eyes on -you."</p> - -<p>"Let them go to the devil—what care I for all the Spaniards -in Christendom. I shall stay here just as long as I -like—as long as you allow me."</p> - -<p>"Ah! senor, but you did not always exhibit that same -spirit—there was <em>one</em> Spaniard you feared worse than -Satan does holy water."</p> - -<p>The spirit of coquetry ever lives in woman, and this -girl could not resist giving poor Owen a little thrust even -while her heart was wonderfully stirred by his presence.</p> - -<p>"Yes, Julio, the handsome bolero dancer, who had once -been a famous toreador in Spain. As I hope for salvation -I believe you favored his advances—you laughed at me -when a denial was what I asked. Words followed, for -my part in which may Heaven forgive me, and we parted -in hot anger, we two who had been all in all to each other. -Georgia, will you answer that question <em>now?</em>" he asked, -holding her eyes enthralled by his eager gaze.</p> - -<p>She did not speak, only put out her hand and plucked -him by the sleeve.</p> - -<p>It was only a gentle pull, but to Roderic Owen the -power of a giant steam engine could not exert greater -force.</p> - -<p>She meant that he should enter that East Indian bower—she -would answer his passionate question—the doubts -and fears that had haunted him lo, these many moons -were on the eve of being forever put to rest.</p> - -<p>Thus he followed her through the doorway and presently -found himself in a little parlor where walls and mantles -were almost covered with hundreds of strange mementoes -of the land of Buddha and Vishnu—grinning -idols, miniature elephants, tiger skins, queer swords and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -knives, and wonderful pieces of colored work fashioned -by the cunning handicraft of those natives of Bengal and -Ceylon.</p> - -<p>Upon the floor were strewn very costly rugs from -Dagestan and Persia.</p> - -<p>There was an air of romance hovering about the apartment—even -the peculiar Oriental odor that was so pronounced, -seemed to be associated with tender scenes.</p> - -<p>Roderic felt it, and a strange eagerness took possession -of his heart.</p> - -<p>Was such happiness as he had never allowed himself -to dream could dawn upon him again about to become -his guest?</p> - -<p>Having led him into this apartment, the girl drew back -the Bagdad curtains in order that more light from the -westerly sun might enter, after which she advanced slowly -toward him.</p> - -<p>Her head was lowered, so that he knew not whether -those wonderful orbs were filled with love or contempt, -and the uncertainty alarmed him.</p> - -<p>"You have surely not brought me in here to upbraid, -Georgia—I cannot believe that. It would have been -enough had you desired me to go, to have told me so outside, -and while ready to ask forgiveness on my knees, if -you assured me I was quite in the wrong, I would have -turned away without one reproach, deserving all. I asked -you the question that has burned itself upon my brain -ever since that hour when I flung myself out of your presence -so madly, and vowed never again to believe in a -woman's love. Was dashing Julio anything to you <em>then</em>—is -he <em>now?</em>"</p> - -<p>Then she threw back her proud head and looked him -in the face—he was answered even before she spoke a -word.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<p>"One finger of your hand, Roderic Owen, yes, even its -tip was of more value to me in those days than a dozen -bolero dancers with their graceful movements and threadbare -love phrases. Julio sued in vain—I laughed him to -scorn—I have not seen him from the hour you fled."</p> - -<p>Then a glad cry burst from his lips—he opened his -arms and would have seized upon her, believing that she -had forgiven—that the old conditions could be thus easily -revived, since the barrier that had separated them was -swept aside.</p> - -<p>He had lowered his pride—he had humbly cried -"<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">peccavi</i>—I have sinned," and it was reasonable to believe -that if she still cherished the love she once bore him, this -girl of the Antilles would fall into his embrace to forgive -and be forgiven.</p> - -<p>But instead she stepped back, eluding his grasp, and -while panting with emotion, said resolutely:</p> - -<p>"Stand back, Senor Roderic—touch me not I command -you!"</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_VI" id="Chapter_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.<br /> - -<small>ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE.</small></h2> - - -<p>While Owen had doubtless encountered many rude -shocks during his adventurous life he never had such a -staggering blow dealt him as when this beauty from the -Antilles so peremptorily ordered him to approach no -nearer.</p> - -<p>Unconsciously he obeyed, and yet seemed amazed at -himself for not crushing her form in his embrace as he -had done in times gone by when the whole realm of earth -had been centered in her beloved presence.</p> - -<p>Had she then ceased to love him—true, he had been -cruel in his judgment, but since on his part time had effected -no apparent cure, could it be possible that she despised -where once she adored?</p> - -<p>He searched for an answer, nor did he have to look -long.</p> - -<p>Under his troubled gaze burning blushes swept over -her face and neck—she trembled with the intensity of -her emotions, her breath came in quick, spasmodic gasps, -and she looked like a beautiful fluttering bird facing its -fate.</p> - -<p>Love still reigned in her heart where he had once been -king.</p> - -<p>Then why this strange action—while yet loving did she -mean to sacrifice this man who to her had been a god, -however gross his material may have appeared to other -eyes?</p> - -<p>Was resentment, the desire to avenge her wrongs paramount -to love?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> - -<p>While the ways of womankind were not wholly a sealed -book to Owen, he had always frankly confessed himself -unable to understand them. Yes, he had even drilled himself -into the habit of being surprised at nothing the sex -might do, either noble or otherwise—they were full of the -unexpected to him.</p> - -<p>"You say stand back—see, I obey you. Tell me to go, -and I leave your presence forever. And yet I am wretchedly -sorry and would do all in my power to wipe out the -past, to make you believe in me as once you did. Is there -any such way—shall I have a chance, Georgia?"</p> - -<p>He knew the power of his voice over her—he could see -her bosom heave with the intensity of her feelings.</p> - -<p>Still she did not yield—this daughter of the Antilles -was made of sterner stuff than to be swept along by every -passing breeze like the fallen leaves of autumn.</p> - -<p>"Perhaps," she replied, slowly.</p> - -<p>"You would impose conditions—well, it is only right -and fair. Let them be what they will I am ready to undertake -them. The harder the better, since by that -means I can prove the strength of my love, the bitterness -with which I regard my conduct of the past."</p> - -<p>"I said perhaps. Have you forgotten what I declared -last night?" and her eyes dropped in confusion.</p> - -<p>"You warned me—you saved me from a complication -that was intended to injure me with my employers, with -those whose respect I held dear. You risked much to -warn me, and it was the thought of this that renewed my -courage, my hope."</p> - -<p>"It was something else—something of a more personal -nature."</p> - -<p>Then her meaning flashed upon him.</p> - -<p>"You refer to Cousin Cleo—ah! what you said cannot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -be true—her regard for me is warm and cousinly, as mine -is for her, but that is all."</p> - -<p>"And if it were true—if she did love you—devotedly -with all her heart and soul, Senor Roderic?"</p> - -<p>"It would make no difference. I should deplore such -an unfortunate occurrence deeply, on her account, for she -is a noble woman in a million. But it would be utterly -impossible for me to love another as I have you, Georgia."</p> - -<p>And he believed what he said, showing that he was sincere, -at any rate.</p> - -<p>His words made her eyes glisten with delight, for who -does not yearn to hear such phrases falling from the lips -of an adored one.</p> - -<p>"You solemnly swear that is true?" she asked, willing -to believe, yet filled with womanly doubts.</p> - -<p>"By everything sacred, by the memory of that happy -past which my wretched jealousy slaughtered, by the -grave of my revered mother I swear that I love and have -loved no woman on earth but one, and she is before me."</p> - -<p>"Then you shall hear the condition upon which you -may wipe out the past—upon which I shall again believe -in you with all my heart and soul, and forget the cruel -wrong you did me."</p> - -<p>"Name it, for Heaven's sake, Georgia. You shall -see that I am in deadly earnest—that I abhor myself for -the miserable way in which I fled from happiness and you. -Yes, though it take me to the ends of the world, I shall go, -proud to convince you that as once before I am above all -others your <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">preux chevalier</i>. What would you have me -do—all I ask is that it may not be to the prejudice of my -beloved country for which I have sworn to stand to the -death against all her foreign foes."</p> - -<p>"Find Leon for me!"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was a marvelously strange request and quite enough -to stagger the man of whom the imperious demand was -made.</p> - -<p>"Find Leon"—the lover must set out on a quest for another -man—who was Leon, what relation did he bear the -belle of San Juan, and where had he become lost since he -needed a voyage of discovery made in his behalf—Jason, -starting with his bold Argonauts in search of the Golden -Fleece might not have had half the trouble that would -come of looking for a lost man in the world wilderness of -to-day, since traveling facilities were limited in those -times, whereas one may now readily fling thousands of -leagues behind him in a fortnight.</p> - -<p>"Find Leon—for me!"</p> - -<p>Evidently Leon was of considerable importance to the -speaker—her voice seemed to dwell upon the sound with -much tenderness.</p> - -<p>But Roderic did not appear to be amazed on account of -the name—it was something else that gave him cause for -astonishment.</p> - -<p>"Senorita, I declared my readiness to go to the ends of the -earth to serve you, but now you ask me to seek the shades -beyond, the world of spirits. How then could I claim the -reward even if success attended my endeavor?"</p> - -<p>"No, no, not that—you do not understand—it is Leon, -my brother you are to find," breathlessly.</p> - -<p>"Exactly, and as he is dead it would necessitate my becoming -a disembodied spirit—"</p> - -<p>"Ah! yes, but he is not dead."</p> - -<p>"Pardon, you told me so many times, and I mourned -with you on account of your loss."</p> - -<p>"It was all a terrible mistake."</p> - -<p>"And Leon is not dead?"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - -<p>"At least he was alive three months ago. Oh! you do -not know, you cannot understand the great joy with which -I but recently learned how we had all been deceived."</p> - -<p>Her face glowed with enthusiasm.</p> - -<p>Every atom of his old mad idolatry seemed resurrected, -and Roderic was almost ready to bend down in order to -kiss the hem of her garment, he felt so abased on account -of the wrong his hasty action had brought upon her.</p> - -<p>"Where am I to search?" he asked, eagerly, as though -ready to start on the jump.</p> - -<p>"He is in Porto Rico."</p> - -<p>"Good. That is where I am going to-morrow."</p> - -<p>"And whither we also expect to bring up as soon as -steam can take us."</p> - -<p>"Tell me what you know of him, this brother who was -dead, yet lives. How shall I know him?"</p> - -<p>"Ah! you would recognize him, Senor Roderic, did you -but meet on the ocean as castaways, or in the midst of the -Great Sahara."</p> - -<p>"Then he looks like you?"</p> - -<p>"They have always said it."</p> - -<p>"That is enough—I shall remember always."</p> - -<p>"And you undertake the mission?" eagerly.</p> - -<p>His eyes met her glowing orbs.</p> - -<p>"You have yourself named the condition, Georgia. If -I find this brother you will forgive me the cruel past—you -promise to love me again?"</p> - -<p>"Ah, senor, I have never been able to crush that love -from my heart—it is as strong there to-day as when we -pledged our lives to happiness. Stay, do not misunderstand -me," as he made a movement toward her, "until -you have done something to atone for your desertion, -Senor Roderic, we may not resume those relations."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> - -<p>"And should fate baffle my search—should Leon be -actually dead, do I lose all, sweetheart—will you throw -my love away like an old glove?"</p> - -<p>"I could not, for your love is life to me. I have hoped -through these gloomy years, hoped you might learn how -cruel, how unjust you had been, and return to me. If -you search with all your heart, that will answer my demands."</p> - -<p>"How eagerly I shall try let Heaven be my witness. -During the long and dreary months since last I saw you, -dear girl, I have lived ages. Many times rebellion arose -within my heart, fermented by the love that lingered there, -and could only be put down with an iron hand. Now I -shall hope to make such poor amends as lie in my power -for the wretched mistakes of that dreadful past. But tell -what you know of Leon—why has he been dead to you so -long, and what reason have you to believe he still lives and -is in Porto Rico?"</p> - -<p>"You think it strange—it is right to look at it in that -way. I myself sometimes doubt whether I am awake, it -all seems so marvelous, so startling.</p> - -<p>"Leon was my only brother—I have told you before -how we once loved each other, and even described how he -was drawn to join the brave Cubans under Gomez when -they rebelled against the mother country.</p> - -<p>"In one of the first fights that occurred Leon was taken -prisoner, and carried to Havana where he was secretly -confined in Morro Castle.</p> - -<p>"Suddenly we heard that he had been taken out under -the castle walls with seven other wretched patriots and -shot to death.</p> - -<p>"That was about the time I met you, senor, and my -aching heart found solace in your devoted love. Then<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -came the period of our happiness and the shock of your -desertion.</p> - -<p>"Days, months, yes years have since passed. Then, as -though the dark clouds would roll away together, I again -saw your blessed face, and at the same time heard a wonderful -story that Leon was alive—that he had been saved -by the daughter of the officer in command of Morro Castle, -who had fallen in love with his handsome face."</p> - -<p>"That is not so wonderful, senorita, since you tell me -he resembles <em>you</em>."</p> - -<p>"Ah! flatterer; but you shall hear all, though the time is -not appropriate. Strange things happen in Havana—in -all Spanish speaking countries—romance has a home -there, and plays a part you colder Anglo-Saxons hardly -understand."</p> - -<p>"You forget I have lived there myself—that I speak -Spanish, and by direct association discovered the good -qualities of these people who are almost enigmas to the -common run of Americans. I believe in giving the devil -his due. Yes, you cannot surprise me very much. I too -have seen many remarkable dramas played under the -crimson and gold banner of Spain."</p> - -<p>"This daughter of the governor saved Leon. She bribed -the prison doctor who pronounced my brother dead while -in reality he only lay in a stupor caused by a subtle drug.</p> - -<p>"He was carried from the prison in a coffin and buried -just as the sun went down.</p> - -<p>"Then darkness came as the grave diggers turned back -to the fort.</p> - -<p>"Hardly were they out of sight than from a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'chapparal'">chaparral</ins> -where she had remained hidden sprang the governor's -daughter, may the saints protect her as an angel of mercy.</p> - -<p>"At her side was a faithful negro, and while the fire-flies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -spangled the darkness around, this man flung back -the newly set earth.</p> - -<p>"When Leon had been snatched from the rude pine box -intended for his coffin this was again buried in the ground.</p> - -<p>"They carried the boy to the negro's cabin and there he -was tenderly nursed through a long and weary sickness.</p> - -<p>"There he lay while I mourned as only a loving, stricken -sister could; for we believed the published account of his -death before the guns of the avenging Spanish executioners.</p> - -<p>"It was six months before he was well, and during that -time he had become so mixed up in the great game of independence -that he dared not let me know even of his existence—besides, -he feared lest a breath of suspicion -should be cast upon the girl who had risked all this for his -sake, and whom he loved with heart and soul.</p> - -<p>"Thus time passed on and under another name he -fought with Gomez and Garcia—wherever the flag of -Cuba waved in battle he was there, ready to lead the -charge and die if need be for the cause in which he had -enlisted.</p> - -<p>"When your troops were first put ashore near Santiago -and attacked by the Spaniards, it was Leon, now a captain -in the Cuban army, who saved them from annihilation.</p> - -<p>"The time had apparently come when he felt at liberty -to send me a message, and this he did through one of the -Americans. It is too long a story to tell how he accomplished -it, nor does it matter.</p> - -<p>"He also sent word, believing me to be still in Porto -Rico, still in dear old San Juan, that he expected to be -there sometime in the latter part of July or early in August -and I must keep on the lookout for him.</p> - -<p>"Between us, Senor Roderic, we must find Leon! If<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -he comes to me I shall count it the same as though you -had won your case, since the desire to do this service for -me is there."</p> - -<p>"Ah! you are forgiving—you are an angel, dearest girl. -No matter, I shall never excuse myself for my unfounded -suspicions."</p> - -<p>"You no longer believe in them?"</p> - -<p>"I have not this long time back. Reason was fast driving -me to again visit San Juan and discover how deeply I -had wronged you."</p> - -<p>"Would you have done that?"</p> - -<p>"I swear that such a thought, amounting almost to a -resolution, was in my mind, when I learned fortune was -again sending me to San Juan."</p> - -<p>She showed the pleasure that was rioting in her heart—the -reconciliation seemed drawing very near.</p> - -<p>"And you leave—to-morrow, senor?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, the sooner I get away from Dublin the better for -all purposes. I have discovered that the mission of those -who sought aid here has been balked. Just now the sentiment -of the Irish toward England seems softened, and -it looks as though by means of kindness and justice, the -wrongs of the past may be washed out. We who love the -best interests of this green isle hope for great things."</p> - -<p>"You go to New York, that great city of which you so -often spoke, but which I have never yet seen?"</p> - -<p>"No, direct to Porto Rico."</p> - -<p>"Indeed. I did not know there were any regular vessels -going to Spanish ports in the West Indies."</p> - -<p>"This is a special trip."</p> - -<p>"Ah! I begin to see. We too, leave to-morrow. Can it -be possible you have taken passage on the same boat, the -Sterling Castle, a fleet blockade runner?"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> - -<p>Eagerness was written on her lovely face.</p> - -<p>Roderic could almost wish he had been lucky enough to -have done so, believing that it must have proven a happy -voyage for them.</p> - -<p>He failed to take into account the elements that would -naturally be in charge of such a vessel, and the strong -probability that his form must grace a yard arm as an -American spy, ere the voyage had been half completed.</p> - -<p>"I am sorry to say that opportunity is denied me. My -cousin owns a steam yacht, which she has loaded with -stores and medicines to be taken to Porto Rico, which island -she believes has been quite forgotten by Miss Barton -and her Red Cross movement. I shall be a passenger on -board, and be secretly put ashore to fulfill my -work."</p> - -<p>A sudden change came over the girl's face—there was -a drop of fifty degrees in temperature. A smiling summer -sky had been blotted out by a rude wintry blizzard—the -smile gave way to a look of pain, almost a frown. -These passion flowers of the south know little of the art -that consists in concealing the emotions—honest love or -hate flashes quickly upon the countenance, for they brook -no rivals.</p> - -<p>"Your cousin—Miss Fairfax of Virginia, the daughter -of a fortune, who is ready to cast all she owns at your -feet—and you are to sail with her—you will be in her -company ten days, two weeks perhaps. Santa Maria! -then you will forget me, forget everything but her blue -eyes that look like the Porto Rico skies at sunset."</p> - -<p>It was almost a piteous wail to which she gave vent, and -Roderic, his heart touched, realizing that the chance for -which he yearned had come, sprang forward and threw an -arm around the girl.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> - -<p>She had repulsed him before, but with a fierce jealousy -raging in her heart she was no longer capable of such -heroics.</p> - -<p>So she yielded herself a willing captive to his embraces—her -heart had ever been true, why should she not enjoy -a fleeting spell of bliss?</p> - -<p>Looking down into her confused face upon which his -kisses were yet warm, he said, with a quiet assurance -that did much to convince her:</p> - -<p>"Sweetheart, I have known Cleo all my life. I love her -as a sister, for she is a noble woman; but I never have -given and never could give her an iota of the idolatrous -passion that has filled my heart for you. You have believed -me before—trust me now. I live only in the hope -of wiping out my shameful action of the past, and of winning -you for my own. Are you satisfied?"</p> - -<p>"But she cares for you, Roderic; your fair cousin!"</p> - -<p>"You declare so—I can hardly believe it."</p> - -<p>"But I know it—she would make a far better wife for -you than might a poor daughter of Porto Rico," weakly, -almost piteously.</p> - -<p>"I am the judge of that, and I would snatch you to my -heart against all the world."</p> - -<p>"She has great wealth," watching him yearningly.</p> - -<p>"I love only <em>you</em>, my darling."</p> - -<p>"She is cultivated, refined, as you say a noble woman, -while I am poor, with only my face and a worshiping -heart to bring you."</p> - -<p>"But I adore <em>you</em>—life without you would be a dreary -waste," he steadfastly declared.</p> - -<p>His simple argument convinced even the little skeptic.</p> - -<p>"Then God's will be done—I am yours again when you -have fulfilled your penance, Senor Roderic."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - -<p>Just as he was about to ratify the treaty with a lover's -kiss there was a tremendous bellow, as if some mad bull -had broken loose from confinement, and into the half -darkened apartment came the tall figure of General Porfidio, -her guardian.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_VII" id="Chapter_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.<br /> - -<small>THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW.</small></h2> - - -<p>Surrounded by a thousand mementoes of India as he -was, in this quaint bungalow on the Rathmines road, -Roderic Owen might well have been pardoned had he allowed -imagination to have full sway, and looked for some -offended satellite of great Buddha to appear with the advent -of that bull-like roar.</p> - -<p>But it chanced that he knew the sound of old, since the -general and himself had many times enjoyed each other's -society in San Juan when Cupid ruled the camp.</p> - -<p>He was not particularly anxious to meet the Porto -Rican officer just yet, but being a man who never showed -the white feather when face to face with trouble, he -wheeled to confront the hurricane just entering.</p> - -<p>General Porfidio was a big man, and having a bushy -head of white hair his appearance was unusually ferocious, -nor did his fierce military mustache and his shaggy -eyebrows serve to temper the naturally bellicose looks -which a provident Nature had bestowed upon him.</p> - -<p>The roar with which he usually spoke accorded well -with his whole disposition.</p> - -<p>And yet Roderic had seen this terrible man of war become -as meek as a little lamb under the thumb of a pretty -girl's hand—Georgia knew how to pull his heart strings -and bring him to his knees.</p> - -<p>He evidently entered the room in a tremendous whirl -of excitement.</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Por Dios!</i> so, I have discovered the villain. Roblado<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -swore he saw him enter here, and ran to inform me three -blocks away. I have galloped every foot of the distance, -and with each yard I swore a fearful oath to have his life, -that of the spy who seeks to ruin me in my own house. -You hear, sir—I have come to rid the world of a viper. -And yet, I would not have it said that Porfidio de Brabant, -with the blood of cavaliers in his veins, descended so low -as to strike an unarmed man. Turn about, Yankee, and -you will see many swords upon the wall behind you. The -light still remains good enough to allow us a few minutes -grace. It is all I want—I have not learned my lesson -for nothing. What! do you then refuse to defend yourself—then -by Our Lady I shall be obliged to spur you on -with the flat of my good blade, until I can beat some little -courage into your shrinking soul."</p> - -<p>He made an aggressive movement, as if about to instantly -carry his plan into action.</p> - -<p>This was more than Roderic could stand.</p> - -<p>He was a fighter by nature, and no man ever had to -shake a red flag in front of his eyes in order to arouse his -ambition.</p> - -<p>Even in the present instance, though he had no desire -to meet the general in an affair of honor, the awful threat -made by the Porto Rican was too much for his Irish blood.</p> - -<p>Consequently he turned to the wall, remembering that -his eye had been involuntarily attracted toward a particularly -inviting looking slender Hindoo sword made of the -finest steel in the world, tempered in Damascus, where -the art has been guarded as a secret, lo, these hundreds of -years, since the turbulent time of Saracens and Crusaders -in fact.</p> - -<p>Quickly Roderic snatched this blade from the wall.</p> - -<p>It felt like a reliable weapon, and he no sooner clasped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -his eager fingers about the hilt than he knew he could depend -upon it to the death.</p> - -<p>Having thus armed himself he whirled about, for the -dire threat of the old soldier still stung his ears, and he -was mortally afraid the other might in his anger carry it -out.</p> - -<p>To a proud man like Owen, such an indignity would be -worse than the danger of meeting an attack—and especially -in <em>her</em> presence.</p> - -<p>Thus, when able to flash the jewel hilted East Indian -blade around so as to cover any possible attack from the -old martinet, Roderic gave vent to an exclamation of satisfaction.</p> - -<p>At home with a sword, he felt able to render a good -account of his stewardship, since he had long taken a peculiar -pride in learning the ways in which various nations -handle the weapon—a grizzled old Turk had given him -points in Constantinople—from an Algerian desert rover -he had learned how they fought with the steel when robbers -attacked the caravans—an expert Hindoo juggler -who could place an apple on a man's cranium and with a -fierce downward stroke sever it completely without harming -a hair of the other's head had taken pleasure in teaching -him a few tricks, while American cavalrymen had -made him an adept with the sabre, and a French fencing -master exhausted his <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">repertoire</i> in endeavoring to beat -down his defense.</p> - -<p>Taken in all, young Owen had no reason to fear any -harm when thus given a blade with which to defend himself.</p> - -<p>Nor did he mean to demolish the old veteran, with -whom he had many times smoked the pipe of peace and -good fellowship, exchanging stories of world wide experiences.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> - -<p>All he desired was a chance to defend himself against -furious attacks.</p> - -<p>Evidently Don Porfidio had not as yet recognized the -man in the parlor of his bungalow.</p> - -<p>For this, the growing shadows of coming dusk, together -with the fury that made his eyes dance in their sockets -might be held accountable, rather than any infirmities of -coming age.</p> - -<p>When the old fire-eater comprehended what the other's -action really meant he gave utterance to a snort of satisfaction.</p> - -<p>Nothing could please him better than a chance to air -his masterly ability with the trenchant blade he had so -proudly carried at his side—opportunities for so doing -had of late been too few and far between to fully satisfy -the vainglorious ambition of the soldier.</p> - -<p>He had actually seen much stirring work in the military -service of Spain, and was seasoned by a long and -hazardous career.</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Carramba!</i>" he cried, "have we then at last one fellow -who shirks not the fray? Here's to your lung and an -easier way of taking breath."</p> - -<p>But somewhat to his surprise the unknown parried his -quivering stroke with the utmost ease, and still stood there -on guard.</p> - -<p>Then the old soldier waxed wroth.</p> - -<p>He had been stunned at first, when his blade was so contemptuously -turned aside, for this action was not according -to the usual way Dame Fortune served such a son -of Mars.</p> - -<p>Of course he gave utterance to a Spanish execration, -such as falls so readily from the lips of these excitable -people.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then he hastily examined his sword, which was found -to be in quite as good condition as before, proving that -the fault did not lie in that quarter at least.</p> - -<p>Having awakened to the knowledge that he had a job -cut out before him that would require his utmost endeavors, -Don Porfidio braced his bulky frame for a prodigious -effort.</p> - -<p>As the two antagonists stood there facing one another, -like a pair of Roman gladiators about to do battle royal -the girl suddenly darted between.</p> - -<p>"You must not, shall not fight!" she exclaimed.</p> - -<p>The general let out a roar.</p> - -<p>"Stand back, on your life, rash girl. This is a business -in which I will brook no interference."</p> - -<p>"But uncle, dear uncle, you do not know——"</p> - -<p>"I know all I desire, and I shall make it my solemn -duty to teach this rascal a lesson he will never forget. -Therefore I command you, Georgia, to leave the room!"</p> - -<p>"No, no, it would be a crime," she continued, endeavoring -to cling to his sword arm.</p> - -<p>But the testy old don's fighting blood was up, and in -such a condition he would stand no interference even -from one whom he loved so dearly.</p> - -<p>So with his left arm he swept the frail figure of the -San Juan belle aside, and at the same time thrust out with -his sword.</p> - -<p>The weapon met that of Roderic eagerly advanced to -receive the thrust, and immediately there followed a clashing -and rasping as steel continued to smite its like.</p> - -<p>Georgia, finding her efforts to keep the two men apart -futile, fell back in dismay from the flash of the writhing -swords.</p> - -<p>The spectacle appeared to fascinate her for a brief time,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -so that with clasped hands she stood and gazed, her breath -coming in gasps, and with each breath a fervent prayer -that the Holy Virgin would intervene to prevent these -two men, each of whom was so dear to her, from shedding -one another's blood.</p> - -<p>Then of a sudden she uttered a bubbling cry—it was -not because one or the other had gained the least advantage, -for they were still at it, hammer and tongs, the giant -man of war trying all his tricks and clever thrusts -with disheartening results—a bright thought had flashed -into the girl's bewildered brain.</p> - -<p>Since Don Porfidio refused to hearken when she attempted -to explain matters, perhaps the same hoped-for -cessation of active hostilities might be attained through -another means.</p> - -<p>"A light—let me find a lamp—please Heaven it may -not be too late, and these hot heads slaughter each other -while I am gone," was what she cried.</p> - -<p>No one noticed her disappearance through the door -where hung the Bagdad curtains, for both of the gentlemen -had their attention fully occupied in another quarter.</p> - -<p>When a ferocious old military hero with all his long -pent-up love for bloody scenes bursting forth is diligently -thrusting right and left with a keen pointed sword, his -eagerness increasing with each and every defeat of his -plans, there is little chance to observe what may be passing -even in the confines of the same apartment.</p> - -<p>That was Roderic's condition.</p> - -<p>True, he considered himself in no actual danger, unless -from an accidental thrust, but all the same the valorous -old don was sending them in at white heat, and as the -gloaming made it difficult to see with exactness, there -was need of great caution.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> - -<p>The sparks flew whenever the hostile blades struck -violently together, and taken altogether it was about as -pretty and interesting a picture as one would wish to see.</p> - -<p>When he found his favorite blows turned aside with so -masterly a hand, the general's rage began to partially give -way to admiration, for he was an ardent lover of fine -sword play no matter where found, in Arab, Moor or -Cossack.</p> - -<p>He still continued to bellow, for it was a part of his -nature to do so, but mingled with his furious phrases -were cries that betokened amazement, delight, suspicion.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he recognized something familiar about the -method employed by his antagonist in defending himself.</p> - -<p>Swordsmen have their peculiar tactics or individualities, -that crop out strongly, and doubtless in the good old -days when Senor Owen was a welcome visitor at the -hacienda of Don Porfidio the two may have crossed blades -occasionally, if only to illustrate some point in a story.</p> - -<p>In due time the Porto Rican must have puzzled out -the solution of the mystery.</p> - -<p>He was not given time just now.</p> - -<p>Roderic, finding that the other was making a most wicked -series of lunges at his heart, and fearful lest some accident -might occur that would place him at the mercy of -Don Porfidio, concluded to wind up the matter in a manner -that was more to his liking.</p> - -<p>So he let loose a few cards which he had, figuratively -speaking, been holding up his sleeve—in other words he -let out an extra supply of ability and forced the fighting.</p> - -<p>It was all up with the general.</p> - -<p>He knew full well he was in the hands of a master, and -that while the duel was fated to be cut as short as he -wished, the outcome might hardly be to his liking.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> - -<p>The old don had been over confident, and he now fell -into something like a panic.</p> - -<p>True, he battled on with just as much vim as before, -but desperation nerved his arm rather than the old time -enthusiasm.</p> - -<p>When Roderic discovered his chance he whipped the -other's supple blade out of his nerveless hand with consummate -ease.</p> - -<p>Don Porfidio uttered a cry of rage and stupefaction.</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Carramba!</i> you have done it—now take your revenge, -Senor Spy!" he ejaculated, despairingly.</p> - -<p>He folded his arms across his quivering chest and faced -what he supposed would be immediate death without -flinching.</p> - -<p>Roderic drew back his sword, but the old warrior made -no appeal for mercy.</p> - -<p>A Spaniard may appear cruel according to Anglo-Saxon -ways of looking at things, but no race of men has -shown more splendid courage in battle or upon the terrible -unknown seas of the fifteenth century.</p> - -<p>Roderic turning hung his East Indian blade once more -upon the wall, doubtless to the sore amazement of the soldier.</p> - -<p>It was at this juncture Georgia came hastily into the -room bearing an antique lamp which her trembling fingers -had succeeded in lighting.</p> - -<p>Upon her face was an anxious, almost terrified expression, -as though she half expected to find one or both of -the men lying there in their blood.</p> - -<p>To see them standing there unarmed was a joyous -revelation.</p> - -<p>As for the old soldier, the truth flashed upon him with -a shock, when his eyes beheld a face he long had known.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Holy Father, is it <em>you</em> Senor Owen? Dolt, idiot that -I was not to recognize the familiar swing of your cunning -sword arm. I am pleased to meet you again—as, -I am furiously angry because all these months you have -neglected this sweet flower, and caused her much suffering."</p> - -<p>Thus he rambled on, halting between his natural affection -for the young American, yet holding back on account -of race enmity, since Spanish and American arms -now clashed.</p> - -<p>Roderic knew he had a difficult piece of work cut out -for him.</p> - -<p>It had been child's play to disarm the old gentleman, -but to avoid an open rupture must tax his ingenuity.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, with the help of the girl it might be made -possible.</p> - -<p>At any rate he was bound to try for the sake of peace -in the family.</p> - -<p>"General, that I have lost the sweet friendship, and -society of your niece and ward during all these months -is my misfortune. She has, like an angel of light, forgiven -me. It was all a terrible mistake, caused by jealousy -on my part.</p> - -<p>"You as a man who has seen the world in all its phases -can understand my position. I am humiliated in her -presence. We expect to forget all that is bitter in the -past, and start afresh, for no other has held the cords to -my heart save Georgia—though I believed her lost to me -forever, I have been always faithful to our love.</p> - -<p>"General, our countries are at war, but that does not -make us enemies. I would esteem it an honor to shake -your hand again and hear you say you do not bear me -malice where she has forgiven."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> - -<p>The veteran was touched.</p> - -<p>He was human, and it flattered him to think that this -young American, who had just disarmed him with such -ease, should still yearn for his friendly interest.</p> - -<p>Don Porfidio was genial despite his exceeding gruff -ways.</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Cospita, hombre</i>, you speak fairly. If the chit of a -girl has forgiven what right have I to hold out, though -truth to tell I have made many a vow to the Virgin to -flay your back when next we met, on account of your -wretched flight. Since you ask it so sincerely, and there -was always a warm corner of my tough old heart for you -Senor Roderic, I see no reason why we should not shake -hands and resume our former friendship."</p> - -<p>This pleased Owen, who was just in the act of putting -out his hand when a rough voice outside was heard calling:</p> - -<p>"Senor de Brabant, have you slain the pig of a Yankee -spy—is it safe to enter?"</p> - -<p>At which Don Porfidio uttered a choking exclamation -and letting his hand drop to his side stared at the face -of the young American as though the truth had flashed -through his brain like an electric bolt.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_VIII" id="Chapter_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.<br /> - -<small>"ADIOS, BELOVED!"</small></h2> - - -<p>The old Porto Rican dignitary quickly recovered his -speech—indeed, it was seldom he could be found in a -position where his vocal organs suffered a relapse, since -it was almost as natural for Don Porfidio to fume and -roar as it was to draw breath.</p> - -<p>Suspicion, which had lain dormant in his breast during -the last few minutes, on account of his surprise at discovering -the identity of his opponent in the sword duel, -now once more leaped into a fierce flame.</p> - -<p>He remembered why he had rushed to his bungalow -quarters with such hot speed.</p> - -<p>"The spy, yes, the Yankee spy. <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Por Dios!</i> I had almost -forgotten him. He entered here—Roblado swore it on -his honor. I have never as yet seen the rascal and I -jumped to the conclusion that you were he. Was it all -a mistake, Senor Owen—will you tell me you are not the -party Roblado saw—the party he has sworn to tear limb -from limb? I await your answer, senor, and give you my -word of honor I shall believe what you say," he said, anxiously, -eagerly.</p> - -<p>Roderic smiled.</p> - -<p>It was not because he lacked in respect for the doughty -general, who had backed up his hot words with his sword -as a brave man should.</p> - -<p>The reference to Roblado amused Owen.</p> - -<p>He pictured that fire-eater who was yearning to spill<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> -his blood, waiting outside the door of the house, where -the click of the swords came as sweet music to his ear, -waiting until these sounds were heard no longer, when in -a mixture of hope and fear he called out:</p> - -<p>"Senor de Brabant, have you slain the pig of a Yankee -spy—is it safe to enter?"</p> - -<p>Of a truth Roblado's heart was as stout as that of the -timid lamb gamboling on the green, and when he roared -it was as fiercely as a sucking dove.</p> - -<p>Roderic was ever frank—it is a policy that pays best in -the end.</p> - -<p>"I do not claim the name of a spy, senor, but it would -be foolish of me to deny that I am in the secret diplomatic -service of my country—that my presence here has been to -discover why Spanish agents congregate in Dublin. As -to why I am under your roof, it is a purely personal matter -that drew me. I chanced to be passing and saw your -niece at the window. Resolved to make my peace with -her I boldly demanded admittance, and she has been -angel enough to forgive. Senor, that is all—you believe -me?"</p> - -<p>Roderic was a man whose very face was a passport -among his fellows.</p> - -<p>What he said usually carried weight.</p> - -<p>Of old he had exerted great influence over the don, -who had almost loved him as his own at the time jealousy -broke up the combination.</p> - -<p>This feeling was once more sweeping over the general—there -is a fascination about some men that is very hard -to resist.</p> - -<p>Possibly he might have again thrust out his hand despite -Roblado and his hatred for Yankees in general.</p> - -<p>Other voices were heard outside—Roblado was endeavoring<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -to explain to the new arrivals who had just -appeared upon the scene.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, not having received any answer to his frenzied -calls to the general, he jumped to the conclusion that -the boot was on the other leg, and the veteran had received -his quietus at the hands of the miserable American -"pig."</p> - -<p>In numbers there is courage and strength.</p> - -<p>Even Roblado could be valorous when backed up by -half a dozen comrades.</p> - -<p>The cramp in his abdomen, which had necessarily prevented -him from rushing in and annihilating the Yankee, -now left him as if by magic, and when the group of conspirators -crushed through the doorway Roblado led the -van.</p> - -<p>Such valor! no wonder Spain has in ages past swept -like a whirlwind over the known world—it was certainly -worthy of the Dark Ages.</p> - -<p>Roderic was taken at a disadvantage, for he had not -expected such hostile measures.</p> - -<p>He thought to again snatch the sword that had already -served him so well, but ere this could be done one of the -new comers had hurled his weight upon him.</p> - -<p>Had these two been let alone, Owen would surely have -done the other injury in short order, for his trained -muscles were aching for active service, and the Spaniard -was really no match for him.</p> - -<p>This style of carrying on the affair did not seem to -suit the others, however.</p> - -<p>What was the use of having an advantage if it were -not enforced?</p> - -<p>Such logic carried the day, and when Roderic found -the half dozen hanging upon him from all quarters he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -ceased struggling, knowing the folly of such a useless -endeavor to win out.</p> - -<p>It was a great victory.</p> - -<p>His captors surrounded him, every man holding on to -some part of his apparel.</p> - -<p>Their swarthy faces beamed with pleasure, as though -this might be taken as a forerunner of the great triumph -reserved for their nation when the somnolence of many -years had been thrown aside.</p> - -<p>Roblado was in his element.</p> - -<p>He had a military or naval cut about his appearance, -and no doubt could swell with importance when on the -deck of his ship or at the head of his brigade.</p> - -<p>"Tis well, comrades, we have secured the beast. What -can prevail against Spanish valor? Those who are foolish -enough to get in our way must pay the penalty, poor -fools. Now that we have caught the great American -eagle what shall we do with him?" he asked, still maintaining -a consequential grip upon Roderic's coat tails.</p> - -<p>"Clip his wings!" said one in Castilian.</p> - -<p>Various other suggestions were offered, some amusing, -others diabolical in their cruelty.</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed good naturedly.</p> - -<p>"Ah! gentlemen all," he remarked in that calm and -pleasant way that indicates perfect control over the emotions, -"you seem to forget you are not in Spain or Cuba, -where such delightful little picnic parties as you mention -are of daily occurrence. You are in the dominion -of Her Majesty Queen Victoria—her officers are watching -every move you make, and at this moment the shadow -of Portland prison hangs over you, every man.</p> - -<p>"Don't imagine for a moment my presence is not known -to these men from Scotland Yard, for we are working<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -hand in glove. I am in your power, and you may do as -you please, but mark me, if a hair of my head is injured -every man here will be in irons before two hours have -passed. That is all!"</p> - -<p>It was enough.</p> - -<p>The Jack Spaniards were shaky at the knees.</p> - -<p>Their respect for grim English laws and customs was -bred in the bone—since the days when the Great Armada -was destroyed by Providence and British valor, these -people of the Iberian peninsula have seldom desired -to pick a quarrel with Albion.</p> - -<p>So, upon hearing what Owen had to say, they looked -at each other fearfully and then eyed the doors and windows -as though half expecting to see the officers representing -good old English law bursting upon the scene.</p> - -<p>Naturally a cock fights best upon his own ground, and -this is particularly true of Spaniards as a people.</p> - -<p>Handicapped by their presence under a flag that was -known to be more friendly toward the Americans than -any other among the Powers, they found their claws -cut.</p> - -<p>A hasty council of war was entered into.</p> - -<p>Self preservation is the first law of nature, and they -were clamorous as to the means to be employed that -would best insure his safety.</p> - -<p>No matter how wretched the cur, he has the same inherent -love of life that nature gives to the finest created -creature.</p> - -<p>Several times Don Porfidio attempted to take the reins -and drive, but a spirit of communism was rampant, and -the others would yield to no dictation.</p> - -<p>At other times perhaps they would give ready heed to -all he had to say, since he occupied a high position in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -the councils of Spain; but just now all were on a common -level and it was a case of life and death they had to settle.</p> - -<p>At length it was decided.</p> - -<p>Senor Owen should not be put to death, but held a -prisoner until they could hastily leave Dublin bay on -board the blockade runner as per their previous arrangement.</p> - -<p>It was only hastening plans that had already been well -arranged.</p> - -<p>The young girl stood there an anxious spectator, while -her lover's fate was being decided, and when the final -ultimatum had been rendered she gave him a pleased -smile of encouragement.</p> - -<p>Roderic, wise man, had made up his mind not to resist -the decree of fate, especially since it appeared that he -would only be put to a little inconvenience and encounter -small danger.</p> - -<p>He had no desire to provoke the anger of these men -further than was necessary—there would come a time -when he might meet them face to face on equal terms, -with weapons in his hands, and until that hour it was -policy for him to laugh and let them have their sweet -way.</p> - -<p>A long lane it is that has no turning.</p> - -<p>His time would come sooner or later.</p> - -<p>Then the blustering Roblado might be made to sing -more softly, and those who handled him so roughly be -compelled to take a turn themselves.</p> - -<p>Surrounded by the voluble and excited group, the -American was led down into the cellar of the unique -bungalow on the Rathmines road.</p> - -<p>Here they left him, with fervent hopes, openly expressed -that the rats would feed upon his wretched porcine<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -carcass, and never allow him to again see the light -of day.</p> - -<p>Owen was not in despair.</p> - -<p>On the contrary it is doubtful whether in all fair Dublin -that night a lighter heart could have been found than -his.</p> - -<p>There was reason for it too.</p> - -<p>As to the danger menacing him, he laughed that to -scorn—it was only a little adventure after all, one of -many that marked his life.</p> - -<p>He had won back the treasure that was almost beyond -his reach, and the man who found himself secure in the -love of that divine girl had cause for deep and heart-felt -satisfaction.</p> - -<p>Roderic could never tell how it ever came these fellows -neglected to take what portable property he chanced to -carry.</p> - -<p>It was really a remarkable omission and might be laid -to the fact of their being gentlemen though he himself -was rather inclined to believe the truth rested in another -quarter—that they had been ashamed in the presence of -Georgia, and likewise confused by his positive statement -about the Scotland Yard officers on their trail.</p> - -<p>Having a deep seated aversion to English prisons, -quite excusable, they had found their nerves unstrung.</p> - -<p>Hence Roderic profited by their confusion.</p> - -<p>He hunted up a cigar and a match.</p> - -<p>That was comfort enough for half an hour.</p> - -<p>The future could take care of itself.</p> - -<p>Such is the philosophy of a dare devil who, from long -familiarity has conceived a species of contempt for danger.</p> - -<p>He could hear some one moving about above, and understood<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -that the general must be preparing to leave the -odd little furnished cottage which he had hired.</p> - -<p>More time passed.</p> - -<p>Owen was only waiting until they left the house, when -he would undertake to get free from his prison.</p> - -<p>No ordinary cellar was constructed that could restrain -a man of his ability for any great length of time.</p> - -<p>An occasional flash from a match kept him informed as -to the flight of time.</p> - -<p>These brief periods of illumination also gave him some -conception as to his surroundings, and he was thus enabled -to figure as to what shape his action should take -in order to bring the most speedy results.</p> - -<p>At length all seemed to become quiet above.</p> - -<p>He had heard several doors slam.</p> - -<p>Doubtless the doughty general and his lovely ward had -sallied forth to board the blockade runner that was to -take them across the ocean.</p> - -<p>Roderic sighed to think he would not see her again for, -Heaven alone knew how long.</p> - -<p>Never mind, he had experienced a foretaste of Paradise -on this evening which he would have considered cheaply -purchased had he been compelled to meet ten times as -many difficulties in order to win it.</p> - -<p>It had brightened his life and given him something -blessed for which to live.</p> - -<p>Filled with zeal, as though inspired to prove himself -worthy of the dear girl who had so readily forgiven his -cruel desertion because of the great love she bore him, -Owen arose.</p> - -<p>First of all he stretched himself, as though feeling of -his strength.</p> - -<p>He had resolved to bend his energies upon the door<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> -of the subterranean prison, as offering the best possible -opportunity for escape.</p> - -<p>So he groped his way to the stone steps and made his -way upward.</p> - -<p>At length he touched the door.</p> - -<p>Of course it was fast.</p> - -<p>Those vindictive Spaniards had meant what they said, -and really hoped he might be kept down below until so -weakened by hunger that he could put up but a feeble -defense against the great gaunt Dublin sewer rats.</p> - -<p>Which shows how little they knew a progressive Yankee, -and his inventive abilities that stop at nothing when -the occasion makes demands.</p> - -<p>Roderic knew how to assail such a door.</p> - -<p>He smiled disdainfully when he found they had actually -left the key in the lock.</p> - -<p>What a snap it was.</p> - -<p>Why these fellows were hardly out of their swaddling -clothes when it came to outwitting a twentieth century -Yankee.</p> - -<p>He thought he would start <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'openations'">operations</ins> upon that door -immediately.</p> - -<p>Then his mind changed for a sound reached his ears—some -one was approaching—he could even see a gleam of -light from under the door.</p> - -<p>Now they stood without with only the door between.</p> - -<p>He heard a key turned in the lock.</p> - -<p>Roderic braced himself for a struggle, not knowing but -what one of the most vindictive Spaniards, Roblado perhaps, -had crept back, resolved to have a dark revenge.</p> - -<p>Thus, half crouching on the steps, he awaited the opening -of the door.</p> - -<p>Now it moved.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> - -<p>He had a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'glimse'">glimpse</ins> of a flaring candle held in a small -hand, and then came sudden darkness, for a draught from -the cellar had snuffed out the flame.</p> - -<p>But Roderic had in that one glance seen enough to -arouse the most delightful sensations within his heart.</p> - -<p>A voice, low and soft but sweeter than a breath from -Cathay reached his ears and set the music throbbing in -his heart.</p> - -<p>"Senor Roderic—<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">hola</i>, it is I!"</p> - -<p>"God bless you—I am here within reach. Hold steady -and let me touch you, lest I believe I am only dreaming, -my darling."</p> - -<p>And he immediately held her little loyal form within -the shelter of his arms, though when he rained burning -kisses on her lips she struggled to be free.</p> - -<p>"This is no time for that. Holy mother, what a rude -man you are, Senor Roderic. Release me, I beg, I -command. Remember he must win who wears. You -have a duty to perform."</p> - -<p>"Which shall be accomplished with Heaven's help. But -I thought you were gone, sweetheart?"</p> - -<p>"We are just starting—the cart is at the door, and -uncle is waiting."</p> - -<p>"Then he knows why you return?"</p> - -<p>"Yes. He made only one stipulation."</p> - -<p>"What is it?"</p> - -<p>"Your promise not to move a hand until dawn, to prevent -our sailing on the Sterling Castle."</p> - -<p>Roderic breathed easier.</p> - -<p>"Tell the dear old governor I give that most willingly. -You know I leave here myself in a comparatively few -hours."</p> - -<p>"Then I must go."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - -<p>"You leave me—we may never meet again."</p> - -<p>"The Virgin watch over you," she faltered.</p> - -<p>"Will you go without one parting embrace—ah! the -world is wide and danger lurks everywhere when people -are at war. One kiss sweetheart, of your own free will—it -may be a talisman to guard me against evil."</p> - -<p>He pleaded not in vain.</p> - -<p>A pair of soft arms were thrown around his neck, and -not one but a dozen kisses rained upon his lips—then -when he would have sought to detain her she eluded -his grasp and flitted away in the dark, her gentle "adios, -beloved," sounding like a benediction to his ravished ears.</p> - -<p>A few minutes later he heard the roll of wheels, as -the jaunting car took them to the distant quay.</p> - -<p>"She is gone, Heaven bless her," he muttered—"lucky -man that I am, thrice blessed to be beloved by two such -charming creatures; to me there is only one who can -fill the longing of my heart and she has just left me."</p> - -<p>And this was the reason Roderic turned up at the -Shelbourne late that night looking like a man who had -supped with adventure.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_IX" id="Chapter_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.<br /> - -<small>DOWN THE IRISH COAST.</small></h2> - - -<p>When Roderic Owen saw the look of deep concern on -his cousin's face give way to a radiant expression as -he entered the door of the hotel, his heart reproached -him.</p> - -<p>Here he had been actually reveling in the realms of -bliss for the last three hours or more, while Cleo, judging -from her appearance, had been "plunged in a gulf -of dark despair," or at least considerably worried over -the fact of his singular disappearance.</p> - -<p>It was really too bad.</p> - -<p>Her faithful heart had yearned after him, just as a -loving sister's might for the absent one—the two girls -were so entirely unlike in looks and temperament that -it never occurred to him to compare Cleo's affection -with that of Georgia—and yet it was of the kind that lasts -through life.</p> - -<p>Feeling that somehow he had caused Cleo considerable -anxiety, and being conscience stricken on account of his -own present happiness, Roderic advanced hastily to ascend -the broad stairs and meet her on the landing above.</p> - -<p>"You were worried about me, dear cousin?"</p> - -<p>"Naturally so—all day you have been away—and to-morrow -we sail—unless something important has happened, -to alter your plans," she replied, her face flushing -at the eager manner in which he caught her hand.</p> - -<p>"Something important <em>has</em> happened, but it will not delay<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -our leaving Dublin to-morrow," he replied, mentally -deciding that the time had come for him to confide his -secret to this tender heart.</p> - -<p>If it brought pain, God forgive him, since he was unwittingly -the cause, but sooner or later Cleo must learn -the truth, and the occasion seemed to demand that he -speak now.</p> - -<p>They were alone, but it was very public—perhaps a -quiet nook in one of the small parlors would suit better -for a confessional.</p> - -<p>"Come with me, dear cousin—I have much to tell you—much -that concerns my past and promises to control -my future," he said, earnestly.</p> - -<p>"Ah," thought Cleo, as she followed his eager steps, -"it is coming—he has seen her again, this Georgia whom -he knew and loved in San Juan. I must crush down my -own feelings in the matter and appear just what he believes -me—an affectionate comrade, a loving sister."</p> - -<p>That was a heroine for you—it is not given of all -women to be Joan of Arcs, but occasion may arise in -any life calling for as much determined spirit and heroism -as the noble Maid of Orleans ever boasted.</p> - -<p>The bijou parlor was entirely deserted, though still -lighted, and over in a cozy corner where a pile of cushions -invited Oriental comfort they settled down for a -little private talk.</p> - -<p>Some men would have opened up in an evasive manner -and told as little as necessity demanded.</p> - -<p>Not so Roderic Owen.</p> - -<p>When a task was set before him, no matter how unpleasant -or embarrassing, his method was to plunge -squarely into it, neither sparing himself nor seeking glory -from the recital.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> - -<p>So he told how he had met the lovely belle of the Porto -Rico capital—the strange and romantic manner in which -Providence seemed to delight in throwing them together, -and how he was enabled to save her great inconvenience, -if not her life—of the mutual attachment that naturally -sprang up between them that rapidly ripened into a -passion—of their engagement and the glorious weeks -succeeding, when they lived in Paradise.</p> - -<p>Then came the serpent in Eden—coquetry on the girl's -part, rank jealousy on his, without just cause it had -proved.</p> - -<p>After that, hot words, violent separation—the old, old -story of wounded hearts, so many times repeated in the -history of the world—of two souls intended for each -other, wandering about the earth estranged, because of -hasty temper.</p> - -<p>To all of this Cleo listened with deepest sympathy -marked upon her face.</p> - -<p>What pain her heart experienced would never be -known to the world, for she crushed this down with a -resolute hand.</p> - -<p>Woman was created to withstand most of the suffering -in this world—Providence endowed her with a -larger capacity for such endurance than man; just as the -lord of creation was given the spirit of the chase, of battle, -and as the bread-winner in life's strife.</p> - -<p>Finally Roderic brought the story to Dublin and told -how Georgia disguised as a Sister of the Holy Grail, -warned him, though so well had she concealed her identity -that he had not guessed it until after she had gone.</p> - -<p>This brought him down to the time he was passing -on the Rathmine car, and had a glimpse of the girl he -loved in the window of the quaint East India bungalow.</p> - -<p>He was a good story teller, and the subject one in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> -which his whole heart was engaged, so that he quickly -held the girl spell-bound as he described how the reconciliation -was brought about.</p> - -<p>When he finally told how Georgia allowed him to -take her in his arms, Cleo smiled to hide the aching -heart she carried, and which she feared might betray its -pain upon her face.</p> - -<p>Of course she thought that was the end.</p> - -<p>"You love her with a deathless devotion, cousin—she -has become a <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">sine qua non</i> to your existence?" she -remarked, to hide her little tremor, her pallor and any -confusion that might appear.</p> - -<p>"She is the life of my life—I had gone to the point -of being an old bachelor, cousin, without ever falling -in love—indeed, I had begun to doubt seriously whether -my nature was capable of any passion, for my devotion to -your cousinly self had been the only affection I had ever -known—when she crossed my path like a brilliant meteor -and from that day to this I have not known the old -peace. Yes, I love her with heart and soul—as you -say it truly seems as though this dark-eyed girl had become -an indispensable condition to my existence. I tell -you this knowing how much you care for my happiness—how -you sympathize with my griefs and rejoice when -prosperity finds me."</p> - -<p>Perhaps it was cruel to say this, but remember that -Owen found it almost impossible to believe Cleo entertained -a passion for him beyond that calm, cousinly -affection.</p> - -<p>Besides, it was a part of his religion that heroic -treatment was always best.</p> - -<p>If he had an unpleasant duty to perform the sooner -it was done the better for his peace of mind.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<p>"You say this happened at about dusk?" she asked.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I was hurrying to the hotel to dress so that I -might eat dinner with you."</p> - -<p>"Possibly at seven," with an arch glance in the direction -of a little ormolu clock upon the mantel, that was -merrily ticking away the minutes.</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed in some confusion.</p> - -<p>"Pray, do not imagine I forgot the lapse of time, -since it is now after eleven. Truth to tell I have been a -prisoner all this time—not a captive held by Love's -silken strands as you suspect."</p> - -<p>"A prisoner—oh! Roderic, then that reconciliation was -not the end?" she exclaimed, remembering that his appearance -was hardly that of a gentleman who exhibited as -a usual thing some fastidiousness in his dress.</p> - -<p>"Rather it was but the beginning, for at that very -moment the gruff old general, her uncle, rushed like a -whirlwind into the house, bellowing for a chance to annihilate -the Yankee spy whom one of his bold colleagues -had seen enter."</p> - -<p>"That was exciting enough—I am quite anxious to see -that odd old soldier of whom you have spoken so much. -But go on—he recognized you?"</p> - -<p>"Not at all—the dim light and his passion blinded -eyes prevented that. At once he demanded that I take -my choice of the various swords on the wall and give -him an opportunity to wipe out the insult my presence -put upon his dwelling."</p> - -<p>"What a ferocious old firebrand he must be. And -did she not explain—you said she had usually such power -over this uncle?"</p> - -<p>"He would not let her say anything, but, wild with anger -brushed Georgia aside and swore as only a furious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> -Spaniard could, that unless I at once accepted his benevolent -offer of a fair chance to defend myself, he would lay -the flat of his sword on me, and use his boot in ejecting -me from the premises."</p> - -<p>"The old brute—and of course after that, Cousin Roderic, -you had to fight?"</p> - -<p>"There was no other way of escaping the dilemma. So -I snatched a sword from the wall and met his attack. -Well, we had quite a lively passage at arms for some minutes. -As I had fenced with the old governor often before -I knew he was behind the times. Georgia had fled from -the room to hunt a lamp. Just as she returned fortune -allowed me to disarm the general."</p> - -<p>"Ah! yes, it is always fortune and good luck when you -manage to succeed, cousin mine," she exclaimed with -some heat, "but I know what skill you possess with a -sword—I have my own opinion on that score. But go -on—Georgia returned with a light at this most interesting -juncture?"</p> - -<p>"And the general recognized me—he was almost paralyzed, -and was ready to forgive my miserable treatment of -his niece when he learned that she had done so. Unfortunately -his friends rushed in at this juncture, and taking -me unawares made me a prisoner."</p> - -<p>"Not before one or more had suffered at your hands, -I warrant," she asserted, stoutly, for since Roderic would -not sound his own trumpet it was necessary that some one -else blow it for him.</p> - -<p>Ah! the man who has such a faithful heart looking after -his interests is blest indeed.</p> - -<p>"Well, I must confess I did not inflict much punishment -upon them because they hung on like so many leeches, -quite overpowering me. Besides, I knew they would -hardly dare do me any bodily harm."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then he told what followed, and how they put him in -the cellar to clip his wings, as they said.</p> - -<p>Finally came the last scene in the drama where the door -opened and he had Georgia in his arms again.</p> - -<p>Roderic made little of this, for the conviction was now -forcing itself upon even his dull masculine mind that such -tender scenes might not be in the best taste possible, considering -the circumstances.</p> - -<p>"And thus you see me on deck once more, a little the -worse for wear perhaps, but ready to sail with you to-morrow, -if you say the word," he ended.</p> - -<p>"You are happy, Roderic?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, God has been very, very good to me. I don't deserve -it, cousin."</p> - -<p>"You look forward to meeting Georgia in the island -beyond the sea?"</p> - -<p>"She has already started there, and it would be strange -if we did not meet, either before or after San Juan falls -into American hands."</p> - -<p>"Is she—<em>very</em> beautiful, Roderic?"</p> - -<p>"You shall say for yourself when you see her, for it is -my fondest hope that you may be the dearest of friends. -You will promise me that, Cleo?"</p> - -<p>Again she resolutely thrust self aside.</p> - -<p>"Whom you love must be a sister to me, cousin. Yes, I -give you such a promise willingly."</p> - -<p>The rebellion in her heart was kept down with a firm -hand—what was human might struggle and cry out, but it -could not overcome the divine element that came from -Calvary—the desire to sacrifice self for the good of one -beloved.</p> - -<p>Then they fell to talking of the contemplated ocean voyage -and what pleasures it promised to souls that delighted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> -in travel, and for which the ever changing boundless deep -had charms that were invisible to the eye of the ordinary -tourist.</p> - -<p>Finally Roderic realized the lateness of the hour, and -declared he ought to be ashamed to keep his cousin from -her beauty sleep, especially as it was all on account of his -own personal business.</p> - -<p>Possibly Roderic slept but little that night.</p> - -<p>He had much upon his mind.</p> - -<p>And yet he was far happier than the girl from Virginia, -since there was a bright future to which he could look -forward.</p> - -<p>With her that future was a blank.</p> - -<p>Many there are fated in this world to love without hope -of a reciprocal affection, but few can bear their cross with -the gentle happy spirit shown by Cleo.</p> - -<p>When they met again at an early breakfast, while old -Dublin was waking up, no one would suspect from her -smiling face and dancing blue eyes that Cleo had ever -known a serious sorrow, or that a canker lodged close to -her gentle heart.</p> - -<p>She took the deepest interest in all the contemplated -movements of her cousin, and entered into the enthusiasm -of his plans as though she had a reason to share in his -future happiness.</p> - -<p>Matters had been so carefully adjusted on the preceding -day that little remained to be done save have their portable -luggage taken down to the landing stage, and go through -with a few forms necessary ere the steam yacht could depart.</p> - -<p>Though Roderic was not sorry to leave Dublin, under -the circumstances, he must always cherish a pleasant -recollection for the bright Irish capital.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was here the incubus that had pressed upon his -shoulders for well nigh two years had been cast aside, and -the sun of hope burst from behind the clouds of despair.</p> - -<p>Yes, the name of Dublin would ever be associated with -pleasant memories, for the little encounter with Don Porfidio -was but a romance; while his capture and imprisonment -by the Spanish clique had only been the means of -bringing his beloved sweetheart again to his arms, and he -could not harbor ill feelings against any cause that had -brought about such an effect.</p> - -<p>By ten o'clock they were on board the yacht.</p> - -<p>Roderic could not help casting many eager glances -around at the various vessels lying at anchor in Kingstown -harbor.</p> - -<p>He was thinking of the Sterling Castle.</p> - -<p>Already he had made inquiries concerning the steamer, -and knew her build.</p> - -<p>There were several marked peculiarities about her style, -the painting of her funnel and other things that would -stamp her individuality, so that he was able to declare -after searching the harbor, that the impudent little blockade -runner was not present.</p> - -<p>Then she had about twelve hours the start and was -doubtless far down the Irish coast.</p> - -<p>The anchor was weighed with the usual cheery English -chorus, and as the steam yacht headed into Dublin bay, -Roderic, looking back to the beautiful city thus left behind, -could not but be impressed.</p> - -<p>It was a glorious summer day and the sight an inspiring -one, for Kingstown harbor at this season of the year -is usually thronged with pleasure craft as well as those of -business.</p> - -<p>Going out they passed the Holyhead steamer just entering.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> - -<p>Roderic could not but reflect with deep satisfaction -what a great change had taken place in his own life since -he trod the hurricane deck of that same steamer a short -time before.</p> - -<p>Truly events follow each other in rapid succession in -some lives.</p> - -<p>Providence seemed to be in an especially favoring mood -with regard to his fortunes just at present.</p> - -<p>If it would only continue.</p> - -<p>He knew not what the future held—perhaps, could he -have lifted the veil and obtained a glimpse of what adventures -and perils lay in his path, the prospect might -have appalled even his stout heart.</p> - -<p>How mercifully the future is screened from our inquisitive -eyes—could we but <em>know</em>, how idle would our struggles -seem, and despair must often cause us to cease the -hopeless contest.</p> - -<p>It is this element of uncertainty that keeps hope alive in -our hearts, and many times wrings victory from seeming -defeat.</p> - -<p>As they passed down the far famed Irish sea the tops -of the green hills could always be seen above the haze -that sometimes hid their base and the fishing villages -nestling there from view.</p> - -<p>Roderic spent much time in leaning over the rail and -watching this everchanging panorama, while smoking his -pipe—for Cleo had made it distinctly understood that she -was very fond of tobacco smoke in the open air, and that -he was at liberty to indulge when and where he chose; a -privilege that caused Miss Becky to lift her eyes in horror, -for she had a special aversion to this self same odor.</p> - -<p>However, she never found Roderic other than a gentleman, -and he would always move his seat in order that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> -the fragrant smoke might not blow across her sacred person, -so that in this way he made a firm friend of the old -maid.</p> - -<p>When nightfall came they took their last look at old -Ireland's green hills, for unless all calculations failed they -would be out on the broad Atlantic by daylight, headed -for the West Indies.</p> - -<p>Roderic had by this time thrown off the reserve that -weighed down his spirits at first and become his own -sociable self, ready to enter into any game that promised -relaxation and sport.</p> - -<p>The shore line faded as the glow left the western sky, -and presently only lights upon the hills told how near they -were to the Irish coast.</p> - -<p>Thus the voyage was begun, that would bring much of -success or grief to his fortunes—before him like a will-o'-the-wisp -flitted the blockade runner, having on board -the beautiful maid of San Juan—and the game was transferred -from the Old to the New World.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_X" id="Chapter_X"></a>CHAPTER X.<br /> - -<small>FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES.</small></h2> - - -<p>In heading for the Antilles there were several routes -which they could take.</p> - -<p>It was possible to make a bee line almost due south-west, -stopping at the Azores on the way; or they could -follow the plan adopted by Spain in sending her ships of -war across, heading almost due south to the Canary islands, -then on nearly the same course until the Cape -Verdes were reached, after which a run to the west would -bring them to the Porto Rico coast.</p> - -<p>Roderic was much interested in this matter and held -many consultations with the old captain as to what line he -had marked out.</p> - -<p>Perhaps—for somehow our purely selfish personal ends -will crop up despite us—he was speculating as to what -chances they had of overtaking the blockade runner, -should they have decided upon the same course.</p> - -<p>There are always so many possibilities governing these -things.</p> - -<p>Though the ocean appears limitless, there are times -when people come together in a most remarkable manner.</p> - -<p>Fate takes a hand in many a game and this seemingly -boundless sea becomes as a veritable mill pond, where -boys float their rafts and have collisions.</p> - -<p>Roderic learned that their course was to be laid by way -of the Azores, those sentinels of the vasty deep that lie<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -far out in midocean between the two warring countries, -the United States and Spain.</p> - -<p>He spent a portion of the first morning afloat in examining -the vessel from keel to truck so to speak, and was -loud in his praise of her stanch abilities.</p> - -<p>She had been built on the Clyde, and was of course -put together to stay—those canny Scots have a faculty -for making timbers hold together through hurricane -blows and all manner of extreme usage, that is unexcelled -in any other part of the world, so that the very name carries -weight; as does the Belfast engine, some of which on -old White Star liners have done noble duty a score and a -half of years.</p> - -<p>Roderic's praise was so unstinted that the old captain, -who loved his craft as only a seaman may, was quite -tickled.</p> - -<p>He had taken a great liking for Owen, which was not at -all strange, for they were both men built very much upon -the same model, possessing sterling characteristics.</p> - -<p>Perhaps it was apt to become something of a mutual -admiration society, for Roderic recognized a kindred -spirit—what he admired in a man and sought to exemplify -in his own person was present in the composition of this -rough and ready British sailorman.</p> - -<p>It also pleased him to know Cleo had been fortunate -enough to secure such a reliable mariner, and yet he realized -this was as much the result of good judgment on her -part as any luck.</p> - -<p>At least he would never suspect that the Virginia maid -had immediately fancied the grim old mariner because -she discovered many of his sterling characteristics to be -the same as those she had admired in Roderic from boyhood.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> - -<p>That was her secret which she would hardly have acknowledged -even to her own heart.</p> - -<p>The weather too was propitious.</p> - -<p>A splendid breeze blew, and as they were provided with -sails, these were utilized in order to further increase their -speed.</p> - -<p>Roderic gloried in the fact that he had never been sea -sick a minute in his life, and he had also seen some pretty -rough times afloat, from being caught in a dreadful typhoon -in the China sea to being wrecked by a West India -hurricane.</p> - -<p>He had provided himself with Clarke Russell's latest -ocean yarn, and as his own condition was fully equal to -that so aptly described by this wizard of sea stories, he -could doubly appreciate the vivid descriptions of storm -and calm, hot chase and wreck, and all the manifold -phases of life on the boundless deep, given in a manner -that has never been rivaled.</p> - -<p>They also played shuffle board, tossed deck quoits and -amused themselves as pilgrims on the briny ocean learn -to do when time hangs heavy.</p> - -<p>Roderic read aloud some of the most remarkable passages -which bore the witchery of pen genius, and glancing -up at the swelling white sails or around at the watery -horizon only marked by a wave crest circle, they were in a -position to feel the vigor of the description such as no -landsman, lounging in a hammock, far from the sea, -which mayhap he had never gazed upon, could ever experience.</p> - -<p>Numerous vessels were sighted during the first day, -steamers and sailing craft.</p> - -<p>There is always keen pleasure watching these pilgrims -of the deep through the glasses and surmising what they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -are, the nature of their cargo, whence they come and -whither bound.</p> - -<p>After this day such sights would become more rare, -for their course was out of the usual transatlantic run.</p> - -<p>Doubtless in the good old days when galleons laden -with silver and other treasures from the Spanish Main -and Mexican mines were on this route to Spain, many a -piratical craft bore along this self same course with men -alow and aloft on the keen lookout for rich prizes which -could be looted, and scuttled with their wretched crews, -their fate ever to remain one of the mysteries of the -mighty deep.</p> - -<p>Such romantic thoughts crept into Roderic's mind—the -situation was conducive to their inception.</p> - -<p>Besides, his own fortunes were really as much tinged -with the spicy flavor of adventure and romance as any he -could imagine in connection with those olden days.</p> - -<p>Another day and they apparently owned the earth—at -least from sunrise to sunset not a vessel was sighted -going in any direction.</p> - -<p>The spouting of whales, the gyrations of sharks indicated -by the sword-like dorsal fin sticking out of the -water, and such aquatic features were all that broke the -monotony of the livelong day.</p> - -<p>Roderic many times scanned the horizon ahead, and the -sight of a distant steamer was enough to arouse his eager -interest, for he could not get it out of his mind that the -girl he so passionately loved was somewhere on that vast -deep, and there was always a possibility of the speedy -steam yacht overtaking the slower blockade runner.</p> - -<p>Some people hang their faith on small things, lovers -especially.</p> - -<p>It is possible to find a needle in a haystack, and yet it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -would hardly pay one to devote a great length of time in -the search.</p> - -<p>However, lusty hope buoys the heart up, and often leads -to wonderful accomplishments.</p> - -<p>A change came in the weather.</p> - -<p>One can not always expect favoring winds and clear -skies on the fretful Atlantic—the storms will blow in summer -as well as during the cold season.</p> - -<p>Cleo had assured Roderic of her faith in the Dreadnaught -as a stanch boat in case of rough weather.</p> - -<p>He found the yacht more seaworthy than he had believed -possible.</p> - -<p>She rode the mighty rollers like a duck, and at no time -was there danger aboard.</p> - -<p>Still, this was only a sample of what the old Atlantic -could kick up on occasion, and no matter how good the -boat, one who has experienced the horrors of a genuine -hurricane while afloat, never feels a hankering after its -repetition—there is a majesty about the mighty deep when -aroused to fury that awes the stoutest human heart; and -those who have sailed over its trackless wastes the longest -have the greatest respect for its sovereignty.</p> - -<p>Of course the storm drove them out of their expected -direct route to the Portuguese Azores, and delayed their -arrival at the sentinel islands.</p> - -<p>Although these islands be along the short route from -Spain to her West India possessions,—to be hers no -longer—as a usual thing ships from the mother country -prefer the longer passage, partly because the runs are -more broken, the wind more apt to be favorable, and -possibly for the reason that some of her fortified possessions, -the Canaries lie off the coast of northern Africa.</p> - -<p>Thus, not a great business has been done at the Azores<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -under the best of conditions, and this was interfered with -while the war lasted, as Spanish craft feared to sail so far -away from fortified ports, lest some of the fast auxiliary -cruisers of Uncle Sam, on the eager lookout for prizes, -gobble them up.</p> - -<p>As they sighted land, Roderic could hardly conceal his -impatience.</p> - -<p>Was the Sterling Castle in port?</p> - -<p>That would be a strange coincidence truly, and yet this -sanguine lover had the nerve to believe it might be true.</p> - -<p>Upon some men fortune showers favors so readily that -they become rank optimists, and expect astonishing results -from the most scanty scattering of seed.</p> - -<p>Indeed, chance plays quite a part in their calculations.</p> - -<p>The day was almost at its close when they drew near -the islands.</p> - -<p>With the rosy bloom of the setting sun shining upon -their green slopes, the picture was one calculated to strike -the eye as remarkably fine.</p> - -<p>Especially would this be the case with an ocean traveler -who for some days had looked upon nothing but a watery -waste—the green trees and grass appeal to his heart. -This is always the case after a voyage—land looks doubly -inviting when necessity or desire for a change has taken -us away from friendly shores.</p> - -<p>The night fell before they drew close enough to port to -give Roderic the opportunity of finding out whether the -steamer he sought was among those anchored in the little -bay.</p> - -<p>Which was a keen disappointment to him.</p> - -<p>As an ardent lover much allowance can be given so -good a fellow.</p> - -<p>Cleo was almost as eager—she felt a warm desire to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> -look upon her successful rival face to face. There was -no mean design in this, no hope of being able to find fault, -or discover that Roderic had made a wretched choice.</p> - -<p>She realized how furiously in love with the girl from -Porto Rico this cousin of hers was, and since she had -been unable to arouse such a passion within his breast, -naturally she experienced a genuine desire to look upon -the lovely being who had awakened the sacred fire in his -bachelor heart.</p> - -<p>Then again, Cleo was honest in her expressed desire to -be friendly with one whom fortune seemed destined to -make her cousin.</p> - -<p>Glasses were of little avail, since night's shadows had -begun to fall.</p> - -<p>It would not be dark, since a young July moon still held -forth after a fashion, to show them the way into port.</p> - -<p>A peculiar uneasiness had possessed Roderic.</p> - -<p>It dated from the conclusion of the blow.</p> - -<p>Somehow, when looking upon the last most violent efforts -of the miniature hurricane, the thought had occurred -to him, what of the Sterling Castle?</p> - -<p>Was she also exposed to this storm?</p> - -<p>The chances seemed to favor such a conclusion.</p> - -<p>He began to make new inquiries concerning her sea -worthiness.</p> - -<p>Was her crew English or Spanish?</p> - -<p>If the latter he had grave doubts.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven was able to give him some information -that eased his mind.</p> - -<p>The steamer while mature in years was not an old hulk, -by any means—Beven had himself once served on her as -second officer during a voyage to Singapore, and he had -reason to commend her seaworthy qualities.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> - -<p>As to her present outfit he believed it was mostly English -and Swedes, though there might be a few Spanish -among them.</p> - -<p>The captain was an ancient tar, a dare devil who had -seen service all over the earth, been engaged in South -American naval wars, was with China in her conflict -against Japan, and bore the scars of a dozen wounds.</p> - -<p>Such a man, afraid of nothing on earth, made an ideal -blockade runner.</p> - -<p>The bold Yankees would find that they did not quite -monopolize all the valor on earth with their Hobsons and -Deweys.</p> - -<p>There were others, of the same strain and speech, whom -no danger could daunt.</p> - -<p>This was Captain Beven's tribute to the commander of -the blockade runner.</p> - -<p>Roderic was not sorry to hear it, since <em>she</em> would be -safer in the charge of such a wonderful seaman.</p> - -<p>He went down to dinner in this state of anxiety, but -under the lively sallies of his cousin soon recovered his -usual good spirits. Cleo could arouse him more quickly -than any one else he knew—she seemed to appeal to some -chord in his composition which responded just as the harp -does to the touch of the musician. When they came on -deck again after dinner, the little steam yacht was just -entering the harbor.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven, knowing how fond the Portuguese are -of ceremony and display, fired his little cannon in salute -as they passed the picturesque old fort and castle guarding -the bay, and after a little delay, quite excusable with the -Portuguese gunners, an answering salvo came from the -frowning battlements that, seen in daylight were probably -not one quarter as dangerous looking as they appeared -under the tender light of the young moon.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> - -<p>They found an anchorage among other shipping, where -they could swing at anchor.</p> - -<p>At the most only a short stop was intended here.</p> - -<p>They would take on board fresh water, some fruits and -vegetables, together with chickens and eggs.</p> - -<p>During the few hours in the morning while this was -being done, Roderic and his cousin expected to go ashore -and see what the place of which they had frequently heard -yet never seen, looked like.</p> - -<p>They could easily give a guess.</p> - -<p>There is a striking similarity among all ports under -Spanish and Portuguese flags.</p> - -<p>The picturesque struggles with disorder—from a little -distance the view is entrancing, but familiarity breeds contempt.</p> - -<p>Especially is this true with the rank odors that usually -predominate.</p> - -<p>With twinkling lights on shore, a balmy breeze fanning -their cheeks, and the odor of flowers wafted over the -water, it was very romantic to stand upon the deck of the -yacht, anchored in still waters, after having passed so many -days upon the heaving deep.</p> - -<p>Nor was there any lack of sound.</p> - -<p>Men's voices floated over the water, laughter was heard -from parties of pleasure seekers in small boats, and from -various quarters came the sound of music.</p> - -<p>Sweet indeed do the notes of mandolin or guitar sound -when mellowed by the water—there is a peculiar richness -and sympathy to the strumming of the taut strings that -cannot be produced under other conditions.</p> - -<p>Besides, the poetry of the thing appeals to what is romantic -in the heart.</p> - -<p>Lovers delight to glide upon the moonlit water.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> - -<p>No wonder then that Venice with her canals and gondolas -should be classed as a veritable Paradise for such -devoted people.</p> - -<p>Roderic smoked his last cigar strong in the hope of replenishing -his stock on the morrow.</p> - -<p>A band situated upon some open plaza discoursed military -music, and at that distance even carping critics found -little fault.</p> - -<p>The evening was gliding away.</p> - -<p>It passed with leaden wings to Roderic, whose ardent -spirit longed for the first streak of dawn, in the anticipation -of being able to discover whether or not the vessel -that bore Georgia was in the harbor.</p> - -<p>There was something almost unendurable in the suspense, -and it required considerable determination to crush -down the spirit that demanded some immediate action on -his part.</p> - -<p>He had been compelled to go back to the comforts of -his more plebeian pipe, nor did its solace fail to soothe his -troubled spirit.</p> - -<p>Thus time slipped away.</p> - -<p>Four bells had struck.</p> - -<p>Ere long they would be thinking of seeking their -berths, and for one Roderic confessed that the summons -would not come amiss.</p> - -<p>He yawned several times as though he had not yet been -able to make up the sleep lost while they were in the grasp -of the storm, when all hands found it impossible to remain -in their bunks.</p> - -<p>Truth to tell he was thinking that sleep would bridge -over the time until dawn, and cause him to forget his -anxieties.</p> - -<p>The lights still glimmered, nor had the sounds of music -and revelry abated one particle.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> - -<p>Night to the average Spanish mind means a period for -chasing dull care away in music, the dance and carousal.</p> - -<p>While Roderic sat thus, his thoughts flitting from one -subject to another, since no one had spoken for quite some -time, a figure approached which he recognized upon -glancing up as belonging to Captain Beven.</p> - -<p>As the mariner stooped over him he electrified Owen -with the few words he softly uttered.</p> - -<p>"Sir, I have reason to believe the steamer Sterling Castle -lies at anchor just off our port quarter!"</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XI" id="Chapter_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.<br /> - -<small>THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK.</small></h2> - - -<p>The news which Captain Beven communicated almost -in a whisper to Roderic had as startling an effect upon -that gentleman as though the guns of the battery that -frowned upon their anchorage had suddenly and without -the least warning opened full upon their jaunty craft.</p> - -<p>He sprang to his feet as though urged by a shock from -a concealed galvanic battery.</p> - -<p>Instantly he remembered that Cleo had been close by a -short time before, and his first act was to turn his head -and look for her.</p> - -<p>The ladies had however quietly withdrawn, doubtless -finding Roderic very unsociable, and leaving him to the -solace of his old pipe.</p> - -<p>Which was a very sensible thing for them to do, considering -his rudeness, he concluded.</p> - -<p>At any rate it left the coast clear, and all minor things -had to give way when this major passion that filled his -heart, was concerned.</p> - -<p>"That is what I have been waiting to hear, Captain. -Show me the boat you mean?" he said, as quietly as the -bounding of blood through his veins would allow.</p> - -<p>"Step this way, sir."</p> - -<p>Captain Beven knew <em>why</em> Roderic was so deeply interested -in the Sterling Castle, and as a man who had a family -at home in some quiet little English cathedral town he -could respect these feelings of the ardent lover.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> - -<p>All the world feels an interest in the course of true love, -and every decent man stands ready to lend a hand if by so -doing he may assist in the anticipated happy outcome.</p> - -<p>In another minute they were leaning over the port quarter.</p> - -<p>"Yonder she lies, riding at anchor. The light is very -dim, for the moon you see sir, is just about going down, -and presently we will be in the dark," said the man of -navigation.</p> - -<p>Roderic glued his eyes on the indistinct form of what -appeared to be a steamer, but beyond this fact he was -unable to hazard a guess.</p> - -<p>"I see her plainly enough, but what makes you imagine -or believe she may be the vessel I am so anxious about?" -he asked.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven was not at all offended.</p> - -<p>He knew Roderic had no idea of questioning his ability -to determine such matters, but was only curious to hear -the clinching of the argument by such means as he might -advance.</p> - -<p>Hence, he made answer in the way Roderic most desired, -laying down the logic of events in quick succession.</p> - -<p>Beven, if he had any peculiarity, was rather inclined to -speaking rapidly, and without any useless flow of language.</p> - -<p>Like Grant and other great men of like calibre, of whom -history is full, he believed in getting at the kernel of matters -in the least possible stretch of time.</p> - -<p>"Something familiar about her appearance, even seen -under such disadvantages. Never forget the cut of a boat -on which I have sailed. Then I heard her bell sound—do -you know, there are bells and bells—some have a peculiar -ring that you would recognize if you heard it on a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -camel in Egypt. The Sterling Castle had such a bell—I -never heard one just like it until a short bit ago when it -sounded four strokes. I tell you sir, it made me jump and -rub my eyes, half believing I was officer of the deck again -on board the stanch old Sterling Castle. And last but -not least, there came a man from the shore rowing past -and heading for some German ship over yonder. I hailed -him, and as he came alongside asked him the question. -As near as I could make out he said he believed she was -called the Sherwin Castle, and had just arrived two hours -before sundown. That settled it, sir."</p> - -<p>"I should think it did, captain. And so that is the boat. -So near and yet so far. It is very aggravating, captain."</p> - -<p>"Very, sir," solemnly.</p> - -<p>"I have half a notion—" reflectively.</p> - -<p>"Thought you'd say that, sir," rubbing his hands gleefully, -as though anticipating something.</p> - -<p>"To make a little run across to her."</p> - -<p>"Yes, sir, with what object in view?"</p> - -<p>"Oh! merely to ease my mind with respect to her identity, -you might say," carelessly.</p> - -<p>"Of course—quite natural—young blood—always impetuous," -commented the Benedict.</p> - -<p>"And incidentally to see whether I could find some -golden opportunity to have a few words with one who is a -passenger on board."</p> - -<p>"Ah! yes."</p> - -<p>The captain placed one finger alongside his nose.</p> - -<p>It was a habit he had when engaged in serious consideration, -and Roderic, who had studied the old sea dog -to advantage, felt sure there would be some result to this -incubation.</p> - -<p>Nor was he wrong in his surmise.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Well, it could be done, sir," he said.</p> - -<p>"I knew I could trust you to help me out, Heaven bless -you, old chap," said Owen, at once diving for the captain's -hand and wringing it with impetuous ardor quite -unlike his usual self possessed manner; but Cupid has -wrought more marvelous changes than this in men.</p> - -<p>"It would not do to go prowling around the craft at -this hour of the night—we might be suspected of being -Yankee spies and fired upon."</p> - -<p>"That is true," assented Owen, knowing full well the -captain would not stop there.</p> - -<p>"Now, I know Captain Shackelford well, and it wouldn't -be strange for me to run over to shake hands with the old -war dog. Besides, a sailor has respect for another man's -affection regarding a craft he has made several voyages -on, and he'd understand why I want to tread the deck -of the Castle once again. It revives recollections, you -know, and throws a man back years."</p> - -<p>"Just so," commented Roderic, encouragingly.</p> - -<p>"Well, so far, good. Now, if so be you could change -your looks a little bit——"</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed exultantly.</p> - -<p>"I might row you over and go aboard."</p> - -<p>"Consider it done, Captain, and many thanks to you."</p> - -<p>"Don't forget they owe you no good will."</p> - -<p>"And would be only too glad to hang me up to the -yardarm if discovered. Don't worry, my dear fellow. -It has been my business to hide my identity from all sorts -of inquisitive people. This comes right in my line. When -will you go?"</p> - -<p>"I can be ready in five minutes, sir, but——"</p> - -<p>"In five minutes I shall be here."</p> - -<p>Then he vanished.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> - -<p>The captain chuckled so hard he shook like a pyramid -of calves foot jelly.</p> - -<p>"A boy after my own heart, God bless him, and all -them that loves the ladies, are my sentiments. My little -woman at home came without any such hardships, but I -honors them as think no danger too great, no price too -dear, when true affection calls. Only I <em>am</em> surprised at -his not falling in love with Miss Fairfax, for unless my -old eyes deceive me she worships the ground he walks -on. Well, this is a queer world anyhow, and remarkable -things happen in it," with which sage remark the old -sailor hurried away to fix up a little for his late visit on -board the neighboring craft.</p> - -<p>When he returned to the spot the five minutes had -expired.</p> - -<p>Roderic awaited him.</p> - -<p>The captain would never have suspected his identity -only that he spoke.</p> - -<p>In that brief space of time Roderic had completely altered -his appearance—instead of a gentleman, well dressed -and desirous of only killing time, he had the look of an -ordinary everyday sailor.</p> - -<p>Even his face was altered—Captain Beven never could -tell how it was done, and marveled greatly at the tricks -of the trade—but in the semi darkness it did not look at -all like Owen who addressed him laughingly asking if he -would do.</p> - -<p>"Most excellently. By the way I believe in being prepared -for emergencies, even while not in the least expecting -a display of force," significantly.</p> - -<p>"Oh, that's all right," returned Owen, touching his -pocket in a convincing manner.</p> - -<p>The captain laughed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Very good. Now, I'll take a couple of men with us to -do the rowing. They shall remain in the boat while we -go aboard. You can act like my boatswain, if you choose. -I know the men to select, smart fellows who will understand -what we're up to, and I'll guarantee they'll not give -the game away. Wait a minute."</p> - -<p>The preliminaries were quickly adjusted.</p> - -<p>A boat being lowered they dropped in.</p> - -<p>The two men knew who their stranger sailor companion -was, the captain having given them a few pointers, -deeming it the part of wisdom that they should not be -kept in ignorance, and as Roderic had quickly made firm -friends of all the yacht's crew, by his cheery and hearty -ways, they were genuinely interested in the successful outcome -of his venture.</p> - -<p>Poor the sailor who has not sweetheart or wife in port—indeed, -they have been often accused, doubtless falsely, -of a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'predeliction'">predilection</ins> for having a girl in every port.</p> - -<p>The silvery crescent moon just hung trembling above the -horizon, preparatory to taking the plunge that would hide -her from view until another night rolled around.</p> - -<p>Roderic was duly impressed with the witchery of his -surroundings, nor did the romantic nature of his own -errand fail to stamp itself upon his mind.</p> - -<p>Thus they quitted the side of the yacht and headed -directly for the steamer whose vague outlines could -just be dimly seen through the haze and darkness.</p> - -<p>Hardly had they proceeded five boatlengths than Captain -Beven who sat beside him in the stern-sheets, turning -his head to take a last loving glance at his own little craft, -uttered an exclamation.</p> - -<p>This of course caused Roderic to follow suit.</p> - -<p>He saw instantly what had caught the old sailor's eye.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> - -<p>A woman's white duck dress stirred by the night breeze -drew his attention to the quarter deck.</p> - -<p>It was Cleo, who had come on deck again, possibly to -discover whether he had aroused from his state of dreamy -forgetfulness.</p> - -<p>Did she know where they were going—was she aware -of his presence in the boat?</p> - -<p>Impossible.</p> - -<p>He might have called out, but that would hardly have -been politic—she should hear the results of the adventure -when they returned.</p> - -<p>His attention was now entirely occupied with the craft -which their boat, urged on by the strokes of the two men, -was rapidly approaching.</p> - -<p>As she loomed out of the water, even Roderic could -see she was fairly well laden.</p> - -<p>He could imagine the cargo would be one that might -prove of great value to the forces of General Blanco, -could it be landed at Havana in spite of the Yankee fleet -lying off that city.</p> - -<p>When they came close up Roderic saw the British flag -floating from the stern.</p> - -<p>Then his eyes sought the smoke stack, and as near as -he could judge in the uncertain light it appeared to answer -the description he had received of the Sterling Castle—the -funnel was dark below and light above, probably -buff, with the trade-mark of its line in relief.</p> - -<p>It mattered little, since Captain Beven was about to -settle this matter once and for all.</p> - -<p>Their approach had been noisy enough to attract attention, -and as they came up, a deep voice hailed them.</p> - -<p>It was a decidedly English voice, and the salutation -lacked the extreme courtesy that might have been expected<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -had the vessel floated the colors of Spain, France -or Italy.</p> - -<p>"Hello! the boat—what d'ye want?"</p> - -<p>That was to the point, at least.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven made immediate answer to the effect -that it was his desire to come aboard and pay his respects -to his old friend the skipper, upon hearing which the -man who had hailed from the deck sang out his readiness -to receive them.</p> - -<p>It may be readily understood that Roderic found himself -alongside the blockade runner with singular emotions -stirring within his mind.</p> - -<p>The remarkable had happened again, for it was quite -out of the common that the two vessels thus came together -in the Azores.</p> - -<p>She was aboard this craft, the girl for whom his soul -yearned.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he would even see her ere the lapse of many -minutes.</p> - -<p>What bliss in the very thought—how could he help it -if his traitor heart bounded tumultuously within its narrow -confines?</p> - -<p>Still, he could not count upon it, since "there is many -a slip twixt cup and lip."</p> - -<p>Perhaps she may have already retired for the night, -since the hour was wearing late.</p> - -<p>This hardly struck him as possible, for after the storm, -and the necessity of being confined to the cabin, doubtless -the senorita would be only too glad to pass hours on deck, -especially when the night was so warm below.</p> - -<p>Other things might also influence her.</p> - -<p>The sounds coming over the water, how vividly they -must remind her of dear San Juan, and after an enforced<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> -exile from her native city it would be a pleasure to once -more sit and drink in the music and laughter and song -that can always be heard in a Spanish or Portuguese town -after the heat of day has given place to the cool of evening.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven clambered aboard and as though he had -already received his orders to do likewise, Roderic followed -suit.</p> - -<p>A number of English sailors stood around as if in -curiosity.</p> - -<p>The captain had followed the second officer in the direction -of the cabin, and Roderic moved in the same -quarter, as though possessed of some curiosity regarding -the vessel upon which his feet now pressed for the first -time.</p> - -<p>By degrees he thus shook off the inquisitive sailormen -who had first kept an eye on him.</p> - -<p>All the while he was getting closer to the quarter deck, -knowing that here if anywhere, he would be apt to find -the object of his search.</p> - -<p>Beven had arranged for at least an hour's stay on -board, so there would be plenty of time to accomplish -what he wished.</p> - -<p>When he heard the voice of Georgia near by it sent -a thrill through his heart.</p> - -<p>She was here within a dozen yards of him, this beautiful -maid of San Juan whose presence affected him so -strangely, and under whose potent spell his heart delighted -to remain a prisoner, rescue or no rescue.</p> - -<p>How was he to find an opportunity to address her with -others near by?</p> - -<p>That must depend upon the good fortune that awaits -upon Cupid's devotees—and Captain Beven, who might<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -be trusted to put in a few good strokes in order to favor -his protege.</p> - -<p>As Roderic slipped closer up to the little ladder that -led to the quarter deck he could plainly discover that -besides General Porfidio there were two gentlemen present -on the ground, and these he presently made out to -be the redoubtable Jerome Wellington and a Spanish -agent, possibly the same Senor Roblado, who had shown -such a valiant spirit at the bungalow on the Rathmines -road, Dublin.</p> - -<p>Roderic was so eager to approach the girl that he could -with a clear conscience have tossed both of these loquacious -worthies overboard into the waters of the harbor, -had he been allowed the chance, and could this bold move -have secured the desired private interview.</p> - -<p>He knew it would not—that he must possess his soul in -patience and await the logic of events.</p> - -<p>Don Porfidio was holding forth upon some favorite -topic, and his gruff voice sounded like the distant boom -of breakers on a lee shore.</p> - -<p>Roderic bore no animosity toward the veteran—indeed, -he had rather grown fond of him in times past, and -the fact that he was of kin to Georgia added something -to this feeling.</p> - -<p>At the same time he wished the big senor anywhere -else than here just at present.</p> - -<p>There is such a thing as being in the way—at times -even three can make a crowd.</p> - -<p>You see, Roderic was no different from the same old -general run of lovers—every man must be a law unto -himself when he finds circumstances surrounding him -with a network of this kind.</p> - -<p>He bided his time and counted the minutes as though<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -they were freighted with lead, hoping that the gentlemen -might suddenly be assailed by a most amazing thirst that -would demand their presence below decks.</p> - -<p>Such a thing was apt to happen at any time where Don -Porfidio was concerned, as Roderic knew full well from -previous experience.</p> - -<p>Ah! some one approached.</p> - -<p>With his heart beating like a trip hammer from mingled -eagerness and anticipation, he slunk back out of sight and -waited, hoping that this might be the earnestly hoped -for deliverance.</p> - -<p>It was.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven had done his part well.</p> - -<p>The second officer of the blockade runner appeared on -the quarter deck with his usual bluff announcement.</p> - -<p>"Gentlemen all, the captain has a visitor who desires to -make your acquaintance in the cabin. He has brought -over a basket of champagne with which to drink in memory -of old days when he trod this deck in the duties that -I now perform. Gentlemen all, will you be pleased to -accompany me?"</p> - -<p>Would they—Roderic could not but chuckle at the -eager haste with which they bounded from their chairs, -and apologizing to the lady for this necessity that tore -them from her charming company, came down the ladder -one after the other, to solemnly march toward the cabin.</p> - -<p>The game had worked.</p> - -<p>Roderic now had the coast clear and it would be his -own fault if he failed to improve the golden opportunity -a happy fortune had placed before him.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XII" id="Chapter_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.<br /> - -<small>THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS.</small></h2> - - -<p>It was no time for delay.</p> - -<p>Enough precious minutes had been already wasted -while he listened to the remarks of the trio upon the -upper deck.</p> - -<p>Georgia had made some laughing remark at the haste -shown in their departure—she knew the weakness of -Don Porfidio, and rallied them on their readiness to seek -the confines of the stuffy cabin because forsooth a gentleman -had come on board with a basket of champagne.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, woman like, she was a little piqued because -they beat such a hasty retreat.</p> - -<p>Well, there was one ascending the ladder at this very -moment whom a thousand baskets, each loaded to the -brim with the finest of Mumms' Extra Dry could not -tempt from the locality which she graced with her charming -presence.</p> - -<p>Roderic mounted eagerly.</p> - -<p>Yes, the coast was clear.</p> - -<p>The young girl sat quite alone, apparently lost in deep -thought.</p> - -<p>Around her were several steamer chairs, just as the -gallant trio had left them when they made their hasty -escape.</p> - -<p>Roderic's eyes were glued on the girl.</p> - -<p>She had one hand up to her head—her rounded cheek -was poised upon the forefinger, and in the ravished eyes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -of this enthusiastic adorer she made the most charming -spectacle on earth.</p> - -<p>He drew near, endeavoring to calm the tumultuous -throbbing of his heart.</p> - -<p>Heaven was kind to allow him such an opportunity, -so much more than he had expected or even hoped for -in his wildest fancies.</p> - -<p>Now he stood behind her—not more than three feet -separated them.</p> - -<p>It was a moment of intense suspense, since Roderic -hardly knew how he should make his presence known -without alarming the girl, and besides, wished to become -entirely calm ere trusting himself to speak.</p> - -<p>She evidently heard the slight movement he made—at -least she seemed to be aware of his presence, for while -she did not move she presently spoke.</p> - -<p>"Well, you have returned?"</p> - -<p>No answer.</p> - -<p>"I said you had evidently come back, sir."</p> - -<p>"Yes," replied Roderic, weakly.</p> - -<p>"I don't understand why you should," she said, a little -scornfully.</p> - -<p>Roderic hardly knew himself, save that somehow for -the life of him he could not help it—there was an attraction -in her presence that it was utterly useless to resist.</p> - -<p>"Nor I," he muttered in reply.</p> - -<p>"Indeed, that is singular. I am sure I can spare your -presence when there is a far greater attraction in the -captain's chart room. Pray, do not deprive yourself of -such enchanting society because I shall be left alone. I -have quite consoling company in my thoughts of those -far away. Leave me, therefore, I beg."</p> - -<p>Then it dawned upon the benighted man that this little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -witch had been addressing him under the positive belief -that it was one of the gentlemen who had made such a -mad bolt for the cabin.</p> - -<p>Her words too gave him a delicious satisfaction—could -she refer to him especially when she thus spoke -of those to whom her mind wandered with pleasure—those -who were supposed to be separated by many leagues -of water?</p> - -<p>At any rate he hugged the sweet delusion to his heart—these -lovers are voraciously selfish.</p> - -<p>"Why don't you say something—have you lost your -tongue, <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">amigo?</i>" she demanded.</p> - -<p>He still hesitated, and overcome by the temptation of -her dear presence put out a trembling hand and touched -her raven hair.</p> - -<p>At this the girl suddenly roused herself and as she -turned her head quickly Roderic found himself looking -into those wonderful orbs that long ago had so riddled -his wretched heart that it might have done duty as a -housewife's sieve.</p> - -<p>They were filled with astonishment at first, then indignation -and gathering anger, for this girl of the South -had a temper.</p> - -<p>"How <em>dare</em> you touch me?"</p> - -<p>Roderic made a mute appeal, this time with both hands—while -she was talking with gathering emphasis, and -really allowing him no opportunity to open with an explanation, -he was thus going through a series of remarkable -gesticulations that would have certainly amused an -outside spectator could he have seen them.</p> - -<p>Even Georgia became conscious that the strange sailor -man was endeavoring to prove his devotion—he clasped -his hands and wrung them, he held out his arms, entreatingly,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> -he pressed one hand over his heart as he sank on -his knee, holding the other as might a princely beggar soliciting -alms.</p> - -<p>All of which at length aroused her feminine curiosity, -and she ceased scolding him for his apparent impudence, -to demand wonderingly:</p> - -<p>"Are you mute—have you lost your tongue—why -don't you answer and tell me who are you and what in -the name of the Virgin do you mean by such operatic -gestures?"</p> - -<p>His chance had come at last.</p> - -<p>"I want—<em>you!</em>" he managed to say, nor was he able to -recognize his own voice.</p> - -<p>"Indeed, you are modesty personified; but I must tell -you, Master Impudence, that you cannot have <em>me</em>, and -that unless you return instantly to the quarter where -you belong I shall signal to the cabin and summon assistance. -Instantly, do you understand, sirrah?" and she -emphasized the command with an imperious little stamp of -her foot upon the deck, that would have done credit, -Roderic thought, to a queen.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I understand," he said, his voice growing bolder -as he began to use it.</p> - -<p>"Then why do you not obey me?" she asked, as if -surprised at the density of his intellect.</p> - -<p>"Because I am bound in chains—because I live only in -your presence—because it would require more resolution -than I possess to voluntarily quit your presence," he -declared, warmly.</p> - -<p>Roderic was himself again, evidently—at least he had -whipped his demoralized faculties into line and found -his tongue, so that he might give expression to what was -in his heart.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> - -<p>The effect upon the young woman was plainly perceptible—she -seemed overwhelmed either by the warmth -of the sentiments he expressed or some familiar tone in -his ardent voice, possibly both.</p> - -<p>At any rate she no longer threatened to summon assistance -from the cabin of the steamer.</p> - -<p>On the contrary she advanced a step nearer the supposed -sailor, and slowly, wonderingly stretched out an -eager hand toward his arm, her eyes all the while fastened -upon his dimly seen face as though she would there discover -his secret.</p> - -<p>"Who—who are you—what right have you to express -such sentiments toward me?" she asked, in a trembling -voice.</p> - -<p>Roderic had now grown quite bold.</p> - -<p>"By the right you gave me—by the love that has sent -me aboard this hostile craft just to get one glimpse of -your sweet face, to hear your dearly loved voice, perhaps -if Heaven were very very kind, to even touch your hand -reverently with mine. Do you longer question my right?"</p> - -<p>"Sancta Maria! it is he, my Roderic!"</p> - -<p>She held out both hands eagerly and he crushed them -within his own.</p> - -<p>What would he not have given for the privilege of taking -her wholly within the shelter of his arms, and pressing -her to his loving heart.</p> - -<p>But such action might be seen—they were in a position -where their figures would be outlined in silhouette against -the sky, should any of those upon the lower deck chance -to look that way.</p> - -<p>Hence, the lover was forced to be content to press the -two hands thus confided to his trust, though he did manage -to bend his head and press a burning kiss upon each -in turn.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p> - -<p>"What wonderful mystery is this—why are you here -in this deep disguise? They told me the Azores were -islands of enchantment and surely I am beginning to believe -it," she said, her voice thrilling with excitement.</p> - -<p>"It is very simple, and I shall quickly explain. But, -dearest senorita, do not forget that I am in the enemy's -stronghold. If caught death might be the price of my -daring."</p> - -<p>Then he proceeded to elucidate.</p> - -<p>It was very natural, after all.</p> - -<p>She blushed and thrilled with pleasure to know that -she still held this man's heart in the hollow of her hand—that -he had dared all in the mad desire to once again -see her face to face.</p> - -<p>That was a keen satisfaction to one who loved with -every fibre of her being.</p> - -<p>Besides, there was a strong touch of the romantic in -his strange appearance, that was not without its effect -upon Georgia—native of Porto Rico, with some of Spain's -most aristocratic blood in her veins, it was not at all -singular that such a deed, savoring of the days of chivalry -when Knights sought peril for the sake of Love, should -appeal irresistibly to her heart.</p> - -<p>She had cherished the memory of how he rushed into -danger in Dublin, impelled by this same magical motive -power, and the thought of his daring had been very -sweet to her when seated alone upon the deck of the -steamer watching the rolling billows, or resting in her -bijou berth below.</p> - -<p>No longer could she doubt the ardor of his love, when -he showed such a willingness to risk life in order to prove -it.</p> - -<p>So Roderic related the little run of adventure that had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -befallen him since last they parted in the dark at the -time he emerged from the cellar of the queer bungalow -dwelling.</p> - -<p>It was not much, but as she had experienced the same -storm there was at least a bond of sympathy between -them.</p> - -<p>All the while she maintained a nervous watch in the -direction of the steep stair leading up from the lower -deck.</p> - -<p>He knew why she exhibited this zeal, and felt flattered.</p> - -<p>It puffs a man up to realize that he is an indispensable -condition to one woman on earth—that she is deeply -concerned about his well being; and when Roderic knew -the peril hanging over him caused Georgia such constant -uneasiness he gloried in the fact, simply because it spoke -eloquently of her abiding affection.</p> - -<p>"I fancy Captain Beven will keep the gallant gentlemen -enjoying themselves for some little time yet. He is -a capital hand at a yarn, and with a box of prime Havanas -which he says he secured from a trader who came out to -our boat, to back up the basket of champagne Cleo sent -aboard, I imagine he will hold them spellbound until the -last cork is popped and the balance of the weeds sacrificed -to the god, Moloch."</p> - -<p>He knew from the uneasy movement of the girl that -he had said something to arouse a new train of thought -in her mind.</p> - -<p>"Cleo—she is on yonder boat which I can see through -the darkness—your cousin Cleo. And after having passed -days in her society, how do you find your heart, Senor -Roderic—has she still failed to creep in?" she asked, with -a peculiar quivering spasm of pain in her voice.</p> - -<p>"My God, Georgia, how can I make you believe I love,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -can love no woman on earth while you live? Is not my -presence here at this moment proof sufficient? You fill -my heart to absolute completion, so there in no room for -another. Will you believe that I live and breathe and -have my very being centered on <em>you</em>, heart of my heart -and soul of my soul?"</p> - -<p>These words, spoken in a low but tense tone, seemed to -persuade her—the magnetism of his presence, the beloved -tones of his voice, the very fervor of his impassioned -gaze all served to convince the senorita that this man -whose love had once been sufficient to kindle the fires of -jealousy in his breast, was incapable of deception.</p> - -<p>"I <em>do</em> believe—yes, I trust all my hopes of future happiness -in your hands, for oh! Roderic if your love ever -fails me, if it fades away like a dream, I shall surely die," -she made response.</p> - -<p>Of course he felt it his privilege and duty to swear by -everything he held sacred, by the graves of his ancestors, -after the Japanese fashion, that so long as earth held them -both, he could neither change nor his passion grow cold.</p> - -<p>And she believed him from that hour; implicit confidence -dwelt within her trusting heart, and if this man -ever did aught to destroy the faith she placed in his affection -let him be accused from that day.</p> - -<p>This was what Roderic was telling himself as he stood -there holding her hand, the magnetic spark flowing from -soul to soul.</p> - -<p>He was ordinarily quite a matter of fact man, but even -the most prosaic can be counted on to give way to unheard -of romantic tendencies under the spur of such conditions.</p> - -<p>Time flies with extraordinary swiftness when the moments -are freighted with ecstatic bliss.</p> - -<p>Roderic endeavored to keep his wits about him even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> -while exchanging these sentiments with the girl of his -heart.</p> - -<p>He knew he had enemies near—he had not forgotten -the bitterness with which Jerome hated him and the -ardor with which the Spanish plotters would have sacrificed -him when he was held a prisoner in the Dublin -villa.</p> - -<p>It would be a decidedly unpleasant episode in his -checkered career should they capture him on board the -Sterling Castle—he was a marked man in the minds of -those whose sympathies were enlisted for Spain, and they -could imagine nothing finer than an opportunity to lay -him by the heels.</p> - -<p>Georgia too was on the watch for danger, since any -injury to her lover must cause suffering in her own devoted -heart.</p> - -<p>She imagined the three brave gentlemen when they returned -after finishing the wine and cigars would come -as they went, in a bunch.</p> - -<p>If this were the case she would receive ample warning -of their approach—when the voice of the siren was heard -rumbling afar it would be time for Roderic to say good -bye, and to get down from that quarter deck with all due -alacrity.</p> - -<p>A chance was given them to speak of the future in the -land where fate was taking them as fast as steam could -drive, and Roderic improved the opportunity to arrange it -so that he might be sure of meeting Georgia should fortune -allow him to enter San Juan ere it was surrendered -to General Miles or those under him.</p> - -<p>It looked rosy enough just then while her loved presence -beamed upon him—perhaps later on, with lowering -clouds of misfortune shrouding his future, Roderic might<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -have cause for doubts and fears that it would require -all his personal valor to scatter.</p> - -<p>The warning she counted on failed them, for Don Porfidio -knew better than most men when he had discovered -a good thing, and could not be prevailed upon to leave -it short of an earthquake or a simoon.</p> - -<p>Thus it chanced that Jerome returned alone, returned -smoking a prime weed, and possibly filled with the thought -of a quiet little flirtation with the general's charming -niece, whose cold treatment of his Beau Brummel advances -had rather piqued his spirit of romantic interest, -and aroused his manly desire for conquest—returned so -quietly that his approach was quite unobserved by the -two lovers among the steamer chairs on the quarter deck -until his head and shoulders loomed dimly into view above -the top of the short ladder.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XIII" id="Chapter_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.<br /> - -<small>ADONIS ON A NEW TACK.</small></h2> - - -<p>Ordinarily it took considerable to surprise Jerome -Wellington—he had such good control over his nervous -system that he could take in a philosophical manner much -that might have rattled a less collected customer.</p> - -<p>In plainer words he had studied the art of appearing -cool under all conditions.</p> - -<p>As an adventurer with an enviable record for successful -achievements behind him he had many times found -this accomplishment very useful in carrying out the bold -designs necessary to the fulfillment of his game.</p> - -<p>For once at least Jerome was obliged to confess to weakening—for -once his confidence appeared to have overshot -its mark, and he even doubted the positive evidence of -his senses.</p> - -<p>He could have sworn that, as his head arose above the -level of the quarter deck he positively saw a common -fellow in the dress of a sailor, standing very very close -to the beautiful niece of General Porfidio—more than -this, that he actually had the audacity to raise her hand -to his lips and kiss it—Jerome knew full well what a -kiss was like, and could not be deceived in the sound of -one, even when simply pressed upon a lady's hand.</p> - -<p>Indignation filled his noble breast.</p> - -<p>Since Don Porfidio, gallant son of Porto Rico, was -absent from his post of duty, the pleasant task of defending -his ward must fall to others.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> - -<p>Undoubtedly this fellow must have used some ignoble -means of gaining the mastery over the young and innocent -girl's mind—Jerome had exhausted his own matchless -resources for the last few days in the endeavor to arouse -a responsive feeling in her heart, and possibly felt considerably -piqued just now to discover that what he had -failed to accomplish this son of Neptune had apparently -brought about with ease.</p> - -<p>Of course he possessed some wonderful power that -aided him in this revolutionary work—Jerome had read -and heard considerable on the subject of personal magnetism, -of hypnotism, the astonishing control one mind -may have over another that nature has so constructed -as to make it subject or tributary to the first.</p> - -<p>What was needed, therefore, was the sudden introduction -of a third resolute body in order to break the magic -spell.</p> - -<p>Jerome would be this public benefactor—he was always -ready to sacrifice his own comfort in order to restore -natural harmony.</p> - -<p>Having thus quickly decided that it was not only his -privilege but a duty as well, to step between this necromancer -and his intended victim, Jerome set the ball rolling -by continuing his upward movement.</p> - -<p>By this time his presence seemed to have become known -to those in whose mutual affairs he was taking such a remarkable -interest.</p> - -<p>Strangely enough it was the girl who first detected the -fire of his cigar appearing above the line marking the -quarter deck—the girl who uttered a choking little Spanish -exclamation of mingled alarm and consternation—the -girl who even sprang back a step as though to make -it appear that she and the sailor were but engaged in an -ordinary conversation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> - -<p>All of which was noted by the newcomer with no little -surprise.</p> - -<p>It did not alter his determination to inject his personality -into the game.</p> - -<p>As has been said before Jerome was not a coward, -whatever else he may have been.</p> - -<p>True, it did not require the dashing soldierly qualities -of a D'Artagnan to advance upon a solitary sailorman -who had broken the rules of the ship and pushed his inferior -person upon the deck space reserved for superior -beings.</p> - -<p>Jerome solemnly walked toward the fellow.</p> - -<p>He noticed that the chap had not stirred an inch all -this while, but seemed to be awaiting his masterly approach.</p> - -<p>Had the tables been turned, and he been made the subject -of the girl's mesmeric power he could not have stood -there more rigid.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he meant to exercise his hypnotic powers upon -the new arrival.</p> - -<p>Unconsciously Jerome braced himself against such a -dreadful influence.</p> - -<p>Again, it might be fear that paralyzed the fellow—surely, -the spectacle of Jerome striding angrily forward -was enough to strike alarm at the heart of the most valiant—so -the said Jerome himself thought.</p> - -<p>Such a thing as even the glimmer of the truth had not -as yet even dawned upon his benighted mind—how was -it possible, when he believed Roderic to be a thousand -miles away?</p> - -<p>The situation was exceedingly dramatic when these two -men faced each other, with Georgia hovering near by, -ready to invoke the god of peace if matters grew too<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -stormy, although her last effort in that line, when Don -Porfidio and Roderic crossed swords in the bungalow -had not been much of a success.</p> - -<p>"Well, sir, what do you mean by breaking the rules -and thrusting your unwelcome company upon the quarter -deck? If Captain Shackelford was made aware of this -he would use the cat over your stupid shoulders, do you -hear?"</p> - -<p>The sailorman answered not.</p> - -<p>This increased the other's kindling passion, for he foolishly -believed his ferocious appearance had awed the man, -and that possibly he could not reply because his teeth were -rattling together like Spanish castanets.</p> - -<p>He raised his voice higher.</p> - -<p>"Don't imagine I didn't see what was going on. I understand -the power you have exercised over this young -lady—the miserable hypnotic influence you have exerted -to control her actions.</p> - -<p>"And let me tell you, fellow, that power ends from this -moment. Acting in the place of her natural guardian, -who is unavoidably detained below just at present—serving -in his stead I, Jerome Wellington snap the chain you -have dared to throw about her sacred person. She is free -from this hour, free from your miserable, devilish power. -And as for you, fellow——"</p> - -<p>He stopped as though not yet quite certain as to the -extreme course of punishment that by rights should be -meted out for such a condign offense.</p> - -<p>"Well?" muttered the other, anxious of course to have -the agony over with and the worst known.</p> - -<p>"I am inclined to amuse myself in kicking you off the -quarterdeck—perhaps it may have the effect of also -scattering some of your wonderful magnetic charms,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -since I have heard that the hypnotic power is shattered -by a shock to the seat of the nervous system."</p> - -<p>These were brave words, truly, but if the man who -gave utterance to them expected the other to show any -symptom of fear, he certainly counted without his host.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he imagined the alarmed sailor would put -up a plea for mercy, would even drop on his knees in -suing for pardon.</p> - -<p>Such a melo-dramatic action would be a rare spectacle -for the gods—in order to appear the more heroic in the -sight of this fair girl Jerome might even have magnanimously -declined to carry on warfare when the enemy -sued for peace—he was a man who never neglected an -opportunity to pose as a magnificent figure before feminine -eyes.</p> - -<p>Contrary to his expectation, however, the affair did -not take on this guise.</p> - -<p>Instead of showing the white feather the enemy at -once hoisted signals of defiance.</p> - -<p>He began to coolly and deliberately roll back the sleeves -of his flannel shirt.</p> - -<p>The act was intended for supreme scorn—it meant that -he snapped his fingers contemptuously in the face of the -Adonis—it meant that he prepared himself in nautical -language, to "resist boarders."</p> - -<p>There was trouble in prospect.</p> - -<p>Jerome had gone too far to back down—he must either -put his words into execution or give evidence of cowardice.</p> - -<p>The girl, seeing how matters stood, now endeavored -to prevent a rupture.</p> - -<p>"Senor, this is a friend of mine, one I have known a -long time. If I choose to receive him on the quarterdeck<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> -that is surely an affair to be settled with my uncle and -the captain. I will relieve you of any anxiety and responsibility, -senor," she said, with pointed emphasis.</p> - -<p>"Pardon, senorita, but it has already gone too deep to be -dropped. There is an issue between this a—humble friend -of yours and myself, which can only be settled by an appeal -to arms, not to Caesar. Therefore, my fine fellow, -look you out, for I intend to toss you down where you -belong, since you have positively refused to go there voluntarily -when I gave you the chance."</p> - -<p>He took a step toward Roderic, who calmly awaited -for hostilities to begin.</p> - -<p>There was good reason too why the latter should have -become nervous over the matter.</p> - -<p>It was at this juncture that several violent sneezes -were heard ringing over the vessel, and in this signal -Roderic recognized a part of Captain Beven's design to -warn him that he should only be able to detain the gentlemen -a few minutes longer, so that it might be essential -for the lover to make his farewells without further loss -of time, if so be he had been fortunate enough to find an -opportunity to see his charmer.</p> - -<p>Roderic however, was hardly in a position to carry out -this programme.</p> - -<p>Jerome showed fight, and it was really too much to -expect a man of Roderic's character to withdraw in ignominious -fashion under the very eyes he adored.</p> - -<p>Plainly he was in for a miserable struggle.</p> - -<p>He deplored this on several accounts, since it might -jeopardise his mission, and moreover place him in a poor -light before Georgia, for what man desires to engage in -an ordinary brawl in the presence of the being he adores.</p> - -<p>There are times however when "needs must when the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> -devil drives," so that it was not a question of choice but -necessity with Roderic.</p> - -<p>About this time the first faint suspicion broke in upon -Jerome's mind to the effect that things might be other -than they seemed.</p> - -<p>He had no opportunity to gather up the fragments -and link them together in a chain that might reveal the -entire truth—some invisible power flashed a little thought -into his brain—it may have been the attitude assumed -by the sailor as though awaiting his attack, for there was -that about it suggesting the trained athlete and not an -ordinary Jack Tar, clumsy with his fists.</p> - -<p>At any rate what did Jerome do as he came close up -but bend his head forward and fix his steadfast gaze upon -the other's face.</p> - -<p>Roderic had deemed his disguise secure, and so it was -under all ordinary pressure.</p> - -<p>It had resisted curious glances from the crew of the -blockade runner, and even Love's eyes had failed to penetrate -beneath the surface.</p> - -<p>There is no sight one half so keen as that of burning -Hate, which seems capable of piercing all obstacles set -in the way.</p> - -<p>So it came home to Jerome with the rapidity of the -lightning's flash, with whom he had to deal.</p> - -<p>No wonder the man's attitude seemed familiar—no -wonder he dared defy attack—no wonder the lovely Porto -Rican belle called him her <em>friend!</em></p> - -<p>And the sudden knowledge galled Jerome.</p> - -<p>Under it he waxed wroth.</p> - -<p>Baffled in his endeavor to secure Miss Fairfax and her -millions because forsooth she chose to fall in love with -this traveling agent, he was now to be beaten in his other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -little game of occupying Georgia's heart because Roderic -had centered his affection there.</p> - -<p>Ye gods, it was enough to anger the coolest and most -diplomatic of men, and Jerome could not be blamed for -letting passion run away with his better judgment.</p> - -<p>"So, it's <em>you?</em>" he grunted, sneeringly.</p> - -<p>Roderic knew his identity was no longer a secret, and -that he might as well throw off the mask he had assumed.</p> - -<p>All he desired now was to so conduct himself in <em>her</em> -presence that she might find no occasion for reproach.</p> - -<p>"Yes, it's no other, Wellington. How is your health -these days?" he said, carelessly, hoping the other might -cool down and thus avoid friction, for if given his own -way Roderic would have wished to leave the steamer -peaceably, though ready to do his share in any action -that might be unwisely precipitated by a hot headed antagonist.</p> - -<p>"Better than yours will be presently," was the stinging -reply from Jerome, who accompanied his words with -a grin as though in anticipation he could already see the -object of his dislike receiving punishment at the hands -of stern old Captain Shackelford, whose greatest <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'bete noir'"><i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bete -noire</i></ins> was a traitor or a spy.</p> - -<p>"What may that remark mean?" asked Roderic.</p> - -<p>"That you shall be denounced as a spy—that you have -crept aboard this vessel under false colors to learn her -cargo and destination in order that she could be seized -by your accursed cruisers on the blockade—that you have -spent these days to advantage in prying out these secrets -and should therefore suffer the usual fate of any common -low spy."</p> - -<p>Roderic still preserved his temper—perhaps the occasion -would presently come when he could repay these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -insults with interest—it might be even closer than Jerome -suspected, but for the present his policy was to keep the -peace just so long as it could be done with honor.</p> - -<p>"You seem to imagine I have been on board during -the whole voyage?" he remarked.</p> - -<p>"How could it be otherwise?" demanded Jerome, looking -for some secret trap.</p> - -<p>"Because as you happen to know, I was left behind in -Dublin when the Sterling Castle left the harbor at Kingstown—because -I have come on board to-night with Captain Beven, -who so royally entertained you in the cabin -just now, at the expense of myself and my Cousin Cleo, -the owner of the steam yacht Beven commands. As to my -motive in boarding your boat, I am not ashamed to admit -it to you, sir—it was to see and converse with this lady, -who holds the first place in my heart, and whom God -willing, I expect some day to claim as my wife. That is -all, sir."</p> - -<p>It should have been enough.</p> - -<p>Had Jerome been as sensible in this game as he had -proven himself in various others he must have realized -that this determined act of Roderic took him once and for -all out of the chase for the Fairfax millions and virtually -left the field to him.</p> - -<p>But something had occurred to make a change in the -schemer's plan of campaign—he was not as hot after those -millions just now as he had been in the past.</p> - -<p>Truth to tell a face had bewitched him and even the -elegant Don Juan found his Waterloo in the daughter -of Porto Rico—yes, he had to admit the stinging fact that -after playing at love all these years he was now actually -smitten.</p> - -<p>"You are mistaken, Owen, that is not all. I have serious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> -doubts concerning the truth of your story—I rather -imagine you are bent on killing two birds with one stone, -and intended learning all about this boat—that your seeking -an audience with the senorita"—bowing in her direction—"was -but an afterthought. However, it does not -matter. I have an unpleasant duty to perform."</p> - -<p>"Indeed! What might that be?"</p> - -<p>"Arresting you, and taking you before the captain -charged with being a spy."</p> - -<p>"You wouldn't try that, Wellington?"</p> - -<p>"Oh! I wouldn't—perhaps you doubt my ability?"</p> - -<p>"I simply warn you against it. I should hate to offer -violence in the presence of a lady—"</p> - -<p>"Don't mind me, Senor Roderic—you have my permission -to defend yourself even if by so doing you are compelled -to spoil the gentleman beau's classic features!" -cried the little senorita, ready to display her colors.</p> - -<p>"That settles it—will you come with me peaceably or -forcibly?" demanded the enraged Jerome, stretching out -a powerful arm.</p> - -<p>"Neither, thanks," replied Roderic, stepping back.</p> - -<p>"Then here's at you for keeps," and Wellington -plunged forward with impetuous zeal.</p> - -<p>Senorita Georgia had great faith in the individual -prowess of her betrothed, whom she had seen come out -victor in other affairs, yet Jerome was no stripling, and -besides, assistance for him might arrive at any moment—so -she stood behind the barricade of steamer chairs and -fervently besought the Virgin to favor the cause of the -brave man she loved.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XIV" id="Chapter_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.<br /> - -<small>A CHASE TO THE YACHT.</small></h2> - - -<p>Possibly Jerome Wellington had made a study of the -tactics employed so successfully by the great and famous -general whose name he bore with so little lustre.</p> - -<p>At any rate he believed in a quick and masterly attack, -whereby the enemy might be demoralized, providing said -enemy chanced to be inferior to him in power or endurance.</p> - -<p>Roderic did not deceive himself with any false hope that -the game was not worth the candle, nor that his opponent -intended only a gigantic bluff. He had prepared for business, -and meant to be in the game from start to finish.</p> - -<p>Besides, deep down in his heart he realized that the -handsome Adonis had been playing his cards with the idea -of centering the affections of the charming Georgia upon -himself, and this alone was a positive crime in the eyes of -the man who lived only to win her for his own.</p> - -<p>That rampant spark of jealousy has much to account -for in this world—kingdoms have fallen, principalities -been sacked, and countless homes been broken up because -of it; while on the other hand it has urged men to great -and noble deeds in order to win in the game of hearts.</p> - -<p>Roderic, therefore, rather enjoyed the prospect of a little -bout with this dashing cavalier whom he had once -called his friend—he believed it would do him a world of -good to embrace Jerome—he had more than once suspected -that the modern Beau Brummel was guilty of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -awful crime—in a gentleman—of wearing stays inside his -coat, so that he might appear more military in his figure; -and the opportunity was at hand to ascertain the truth.</p> - -<p>Thus he stretched out his arms and took the man who -leaped forward, to his heart.</p> - -<p>Such an embrace as he gave the Adonis—Georgia -thought she heard his ribs crack under the anaconda-like -strain, and his tongue certainly did protrude from between -his teeth.</p> - -<p>Again Captain Beven's accommodating sneeze sounded -like a trumpet through the vessel.</p> - -<p>It was the last call—the little party was in the act of -leaving the cabin—he had exhausted all his resources in -the endeavor to hold them back a while longer.</p> - -<p>Roderic was hardly in a condition to carry out his part -of the programme, nor did he care very much, now that -his secret had been juggled with, and the truth must be -made known to all.</p> - -<p>First Jerome should be attended to.</p> - -<p>His ardor had really run away with his usual discretion—it -must be cooled off, and Roderic for one knew a -means of accomplishing the same.</p> - -<p>Time was a factor in his calculations also, since at any -moment General Porfidio and the others were apt to appear -on the scene.</p> - -<p>The little De Brabant had ceased uttering confused -prayers to the Virgin for her lover's safety, since he had -thus speedily reduced the blustering hero to a state of -"innocuous desuetude"—she was now more deeply concerned -in the manner whereby the said Senor Roderic was -to free himself from the incubus that held on with such a -tenacious grip.</p> - -<p>"Drop him over the rail, <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">amigo</i>—a bath, give the handsome<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> -Adonis a bath—it will surely be good for his complexion. -The rail Senor Roderic—it is close at your hand -and <em>so</em> convenient. Besides, better such a soft fall than -broken bones on the lower deck!"</p> - -<p>Thus she cried in her excitement, modulating her voice -until it was hardly more than a tense whisper.</p> - -<p>And Owen knew it was not so much resentment -against Jerome for his persistent attentions as the eager -desire to serve the man she adored, that actuated her -course.</p> - -<p>The voices of the gentlemen could be plainly heard as -they emerged from the chart room and sauntered toward -the side of the steamer where Beven had left his yawl—no -doubt the visitor was still cracking some of his old -chestnut jokes, for the laughter of Don Porfidio bubbled -over almost continually—besides; that champagne had -been very extra dry.</p> - -<p>At any rate the suggestion advanced by Georgia coincided -with Roderic's own views on the subject.</p> - -<p>Perhaps Jerome, had he been given a voice in the matter, -as the party most interested, might have strenuously -objected—baths he liked, indeed, was very partial to, in -their proper season, but to be thus unceremoniously tumbled -from the deck of a steamer into the briny deep, with -his most elaborate evening garments on his person was -really too much of a good thing, and he must have protested -earnestly could he but have found wind with which -to clothe his argument.</p> - -<p>That luxury was in a great measure denied him, and -the best he could do was to make a feeble kick against the -decision of the fair court being carried into execution.</p> - -<p>It counted for nought.</p> - -<p>The American having started could hardly be restrained—once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -the match is applied to a train of powder it is -difficult to prevent the fire from running its entire length.</p> - -<p>So Jerome was dragged ignobly over the deck to the -rail, past the beauty who had ordered his ducking—he endeavored -to so wind himself about the affections and also -the limbs of his intended executioner that the latter would -have to change his desperate plans or else take the plunge -in his delectable company; but Roderic knew a trick or -two that might be used with profit under such conditions, -and he readily broke the hold of the desperate and vanquished -beau.</p> - -<p>Then came the finish.</p> - -<p>Wellington took a tumble.</p> - -<p>He exhausted what breath he chanced to have in his -lungs with one awful whoop as he went plunging down, -arms and legs outspread after the manner of a gigantic -frog.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he found some satisfaction in the fact that he -made the greatest splash ever known in that lovely harbor, -a splash that would go down in the annals of the -Azores as beyond all precedent, and which suddenly -quelled the merry laughter, together with sounds of music -that had floated across the bay.</p> - -<p>It is worth considerable to excel in <em>something</em>, even if -it is only a ducking.</p> - -<p>Roderic had crossed the Rubicon.</p> - -<p>He knew his summary treatment of the Adonis would -create tremendous excitement on board the blockade runner.</p> - -<p>There were English sailors in charge and these men -could not be treated with the same measure of scorn that -he might have bestowed had they one and all been Spaniards.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - -<p>Nevertheless Roderic was far from being panic-stricken -in any sense.</p> - -<p>He had no sooner dropped Jerome over the rail than he -turned to Georgia, and as the noise of the splash still -sounded, said grimly:</p> - -<p>"He has been disposed of as you suggested, sweetheart. -Let us hope the temperature of the water will be sufficient -to cool his ardor."</p> - -<p>"But you must fly—<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">sanctissima!</i> they will harm, perhaps -murder you, and I should never forgive myself for -having been the cause. Go, Senor Roderic, go with all -haste!" she exclaimed, her hands on his arm, her lustrous -midnight orbs glowing as they filled with intense excitement.</p> - -<p>The man either had a contempt for the peril that -threatened or else hardly grasped its serious nature—at -least he showed a recklessness in dealing with the situation -that might possibly have been expected when the fact -of his having Irish blood in his veins was taken into consideration, -for seldom have Ireland's sons been in battle -without leading some forlorn hope in the van.</p> - -<p>"Not until you tell me again that you love me," he declared, -eagerly.</p> - -<p>Some men would have called him a fool, but evidently -they could never have adored a woman—to the man who -loves, all else gives way before his passion.</p> - -<p>So nature has constituted him.</p> - -<p>"You already know it," she said, quickly, endeavoring -to push him towards the ladder, and even her eagerness to -insure his safety was a source of deep satisfaction to the -lover.</p> - -<p>"But I must hear you say it—consider, weeks may -elapse before I see you again and I shall be exposed to all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -manner of danger. Tell me," he insisted with a determination -nothing could move but acquiescence.</p> - -<p>Perhaps there was one particular danger in her mind -that would hover over him constantly, and against which -she in her innocent, loving heart prayed that he might be -delivered—Cleo.</p> - -<p>However, she realized that he would accept no half way -compromise.</p> - -<p>The sailors on board were shouting and running to the -rail to ascertain what species of porpoise or shark kicked -up such a fiendish racket alongside their vessel, for the -wretched Jerome, unable to shout, and actually half -strangled, was threshing the water like a young steam -engine in the endeavor to keep himself afloat and frighten -away the voracious monsters of the deep.</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Carramba!</i> foolish man to risk so much for a woman's -word. Know then that I do love you with all my heart -and soul—the good Father above preserve you, for me!"</p> - -<p>It was all he asked.</p> - -<p>He snatched one burning kiss and then with a hasty -"adieu, beloved," sprang to the ladder.</p> - -<p>It was time.</p> - -<p>The ship was heaving with commotion.</p> - -<p>Had the startling cry of "fire," always dreaded above -all else at sea, been sounded aboard the blockade runner, -loaded as she was with much ammunition, it could hardly -have created greater excitement than now reigned.</p> - -<p>Roderic remained quite cool, which was an advantage -to the success of his venture.</p> - -<p>Garbed as he was as a sailor any one might have taken -him for one of the crew hastening to his station, since -the boatswain's shrill whistle had called the sailormen to -man one of the boats.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was easy enough work dropping down the ladder, -but as some one chanced to be ascending it at the same -time an unavoidable collision ensued.</p> - -<p>Consequently Roderic and the unknown came to the -lower deck in a bunch, and being above, the American -found a comfortable lodging place on the body of his -confrere.</p> - -<p>He did not linger.</p> - -<p>One ejaculatory Spanish swear word from the ascending -figure as he swooped down upon him gave Roderic a -pretty good idea as to his identity.</p> - -<p>Wretched Roblado, fated to again endure all the flings -of outrageous fortune at the hands of the man from over -the sea!</p> - -<p>Roderic halted not neither to assist the damaged Spaniard -to arise nor to offer apologies for such unceremonious -conduct.</p> - -<p>At such times men cannot be particular as to their -<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">modus operandi</i> in conducting their retreat—the end justifies -the means.</p> - -<p>Happily he had not been at all injured by the fall.</p> - -<p>He heard an anxious exclamation skyward and had a -glimpse of Georgia looking over the edge of the upper -deck.</p> - -<p>It was just like the man to wave his hand and even -kiss his fingers to the girl ere resuming his course toward -the spot where in all probability Captain Beven anxiously -awaited his coming.</p> - -<p>A splash announced the launching of a boat.</p> - -<p>It was fortunately on the other side of the steamer, -since Jerome had gone over to port.</p> - -<p>Even such a small matter might count in the end, -should pursuit be inaugurated when Wellington was rescued<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -and managed to regain enough breath to splutter out -the facts.</p> - -<p>At any rate Roderic made a note of this point which was -all the more singular because he had other fish to fry just -then.</p> - -<p>Fortunately no one attempted to stay his flight—fortunately -for them perhaps, as well as his own success, for -Roderic was just in the humor to handle any interference -roughly.</p> - -<p>What he had just passed through had the effect of -arousing the lion that lay beneath the surface in his nature, -and he was in a condition to do more than his -share of battle.</p> - -<p>Passing the groups of sailors hurrying to the rail, he -crossed the deck to where he believed Beven awaited -him, for a glimpse of one or more figures in this quarter -announced that it was not deserted.</p> - -<p>To his surprise he saw two men.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven had company, and Roderic at first -glance guessed the identity of that tall figure.</p> - -<p>It was Don Porfidio.</p> - -<p>He had walked with the captain to where his yawl -awaited, instead of proceeding to the quarter deck; and -now he was also able to resist the <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'tempation'">temptation</ins> to rush across -to the other rail in order to gratify his natural curiosity.</p> - -<p>It meant something.</p> - -<p>Don Porfidio had somehow guessed the truth, or been -let in on the ground floor by Beven.</p> - -<p>Was it war, or peace?</p> - -<p>Roderic should have disliked the job exceedingly had -he been compelled to administer any sort of drubbing to -his excellency the good and gruff don, but nevertheless -had the fates demanded it he must have obeyed the call -to duty.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - -<p>On the whole, therefore, he was well pleased when the -big Porto Rican soldier suddenly thrust out his hand, saying:</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Por Dios!</i> I honor a brave man who risks much to -see one he loves. Senor Owen, success to you!"</p> - -<p>Roderic took the hand that was offered—he had much -respect for this patriot and veteran.</p> - -<p>"Thank you, senor," he replied.</p> - -<p>"All is well?"</p> - -<p>"Delightfully so."</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Cospita!</i> good. And pray, what is the cause of all -that wonderful splashing yonder?" asked the don, as if -suspecting that the Yankee knew.</p> - -<p>Roderic, already in the act of following Captain Beven -down the rope ladder that stretched to the yawl below -paused long enough to look up at the general, and laughing -say:</p> - -<p>"Ask Jerome!"</p> - -<p>"Aha! it is as I thought—ask Jerome—undoubtedly -Senor Wellington has met his Waterloo."</p> - -<p>But Owen had already dropped down the side of the -blockade runner and into the boat.</p> - -<p>Hardly had he gained the yawl than Beven, who was -in the stern sheets said huskily:</p> - -<p>"Push off, and away. Pull like tigers, my hearties, for -unless all signs fail we may have a chase before we reach -the yacht."</p> - -<p>The men needed no urging.</p> - -<p>Once clear of the steamer and they began to ply their -ashen blades with an energy that sent the little boat flying -through the water.</p> - -<p>It was a period of suspense.</p> - -<p>Roderic kept his eyes fastened upon the stern of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -steamer, for in this quarter would the pursuit be inaugurated, -should one follow.</p> - -<p>The shouts had ceased.</p> - -<p>An ominous silence seemed to rest upon the scene.</p> - -<p>All depended upon whether the wretched Jerome, upon -being rescued from the bay, was in a state to disclose what -he knew, and the readiness that bold Captain Shackelford -would show in following up the clue thus given.</p> - -<p>And as he looked, too soon he saw the boat shoot into -view propelled by sturdy arms.</p> - -<p>"Faster!" cried Beven at the same moment.</p> - -<p>There were six pair of English arms against two, but -the little yawl was light and trimly built, so the chances -seemed pretty evenly divided.</p> - -<p>Roderic surveyed the chase as calmly and critically as -though it were a college regatta, with an ordinary loving -cup as the stake instead of his own liberty, perhaps his -life.</p> - -<p>"Captain, we shall make it," he said, quietly.</p> - -<p>"Undoubtedly," replied laconic Beven, whose practiced -eye had also measured the distance yet to be traversed, -and the slow if steady gain made by their pursuers.</p> - -<p>"Steady, boys, do your level best," he added, and the -sturdy tars grunted as they strained at the oars until the -veins stood out like whip cords on their brows.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile from the pursuing craft came a variety of -oaths and exclamations characteristic of the bold adventurer -Shackelford, and by means of which he doubtless -expected to secure better work from his toiling men; while -Jerome, having recovered his tongue, and boiling over -with rage, joined his shrill voice to that of the captain, -promising fabulous rewards—which he would doubtless -pay in notes if called upon—should they overhaul the will-o'-the-wisp -boat that tauntingly kept just so far ahead.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was quite exciting while it lasted.</p> - -<p>This romantic harbor in the peaceful Azores had seldom -known a more remarkable scene.</p> - -<p>Pity it was the darkness robbed those who might have -enjoyed the spectacle, of such a rare sight.</p> - -<p>The steam yacht was now close at hand and while those -who pursued still kept up their mad pace it must have -been painfully evident to them that the chase was hopeless.</p> - -<p>Perhaps the daring spirit who led them on had desperate -designs of boarding the yacht and dragging away the -object of their vindictive spleen.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven was holding the tiller ropes and under -his skillful guidance the yawl turned the yacht's stern, -coming up alongside.</p> - -<p>Instantly a hand clutched the painter.</p> - -<p>"Aboard with you!" called the skipper.</p> - -<p>Roderic was the first to spring on deck, but the others -were at his heels.</p> - -<p>To sight the oncoming boat was now their design, and -accordingly they leaped across the deck, believing Shackelford -would head direct for that nearer quarter.</p> - -<p>Nor were they mistaken in this surmise, for as they -reached the rail the boat from the blockade runner shot -under them and hauled up alongside.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XV" id="Chapter_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.<br /> - -<small>CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT.</small></h2> - - -<p>Shackelford was a daring spirit, one of those Britons -who have carried the flag into remote passes of the Indian -border, and whom the desperate fortunes of war never -daunt.</p> - -<p>He had doubtless led charges into the jaws of death, -and passed through adventures enough to fill volumes.</p> - -<p>In this case however, it was Tartar against Tartar—British -bulldog <em>vs.</em> British mastiff. When he rubbed up -against such men as Beven and Roderic Owen, he met -those who were of his own calibre, and should the affair -come to blows it promised to be a pretty sight.</p> - -<p>When our friends reached the side of the yacht, the -sailors were already there, at least those on deck; and -some signal must have been given below as the boats approached, -for the watch off duty was tumbling out quite -ignorant as to what might be required of them, but ready, -like all seamen of their nationality to do their duty with -vigor.</p> - -<p>"Hold off—our orders are not to receive visitors after -ten o'clock!" cried Beven, as he saw Shackelford rise to -his feet.</p> - -<p>"We mean to come aboard," said that worthy.</p> - -<p>"Then you go back quicker than you come."</p> - -<p>"Beven, I am surprised."</p> - -<p>"At what?"</p> - -<p>"Your deceiving us."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Nonsense, my visit was in good faith."</p> - -<p>"You came with a secret object in view—you kept us -engaged below while your confederate examined our vessel."</p> - -<p>"It was prime champagne, Shack."</p> - -<p>"Granted, but"—and here he relieved himself by a tremendous -expletive, "why did you put that spy aboard of -us?"</p> - -<p>"In the first place Mr. Owen is no spy. He cares little -or nothing what cargo you carry, but he is deeply interested -in petticoats—your young lady is his betrothed, and -he vowed he would go with me on board just to see her. -Shackelford, that's a man after your own heart."</p> - -<p>And Shackelford, realizing the truth of this point blank -assertion could only growl.</p> - -<p>"Interrupted in his <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tete a tete</i> with the young lady by -your gentleman there, they had words, being rivals, and -it resulted in Mr. Owen tossing the elegant Adonis overboard. -Shack, that is just what you would have done, -confound you."</p> - -<p>Shackelford could not deny it.</p> - -<p>Really Captain Beven should have been a lawyer, since -he knew so well how to draw the fire of his adversary, -and leave him not a foot upon which to stand.</p> - -<p>"For you to force your way to the deck of my craft -under these conditions I should consider a high act of -piracy and I assure you my men stand here ready to back -me up in all I do. Is it so, men?"</p> - -<p>A hearty "ay, ay sir" came ringing from the crew.</p> - -<p>"Now Captain Shackelford, if you choose to board me -you do so at your own risk. There be English arms and -hearts here just as stanch as your own. Come by daylight -and by Heavens I will receive you as an honored<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> -guest—yes, and open another basket of champagne for -the occasion; but I beg of you let discretion play the part -of valor now."</p> - -<p>Shackelford knew he held a weak hand—that any attempt -to board this craft flying the British jack and drag -from her deck a subject of the United States foreign -diplomatic service would not only embroil him in present -difficulties and probably result in a broken head, but -future results promised to make things exceedingly lively -for him.</p> - -<p>Great Britain was going out of her way to bring about -an era of good feeling between America and the mother -country—she had shown in many matters how sincere her -sympathies were and that blood was thicker than water.</p> - -<p>Hence, he might expect severe handling from the legal -and military authorities of both countries.</p> - -<p>Although Bob Shackelford had always been accounted -pretty much of a dare devil he really drew the line at -throwing his gauntlet into the ring and sending a defiance -to two nations—that would probably be a little too strong -for his blood.</p> - -<p>Here was a chance to draw out with honor.</p> - -<p>Shackelford accepted the olive branch.</p> - -<p>"Well, Beven, you put the matter pretty strongly, and -I am inclined to yield. Give me your solemn pledge that -this gentleman boarded us as a lover and not as a spy, -and," here he expressed himself very forcibly in the genuine -Shackelford style—"I'll draw off and spare you the -gore of battle that must come when Greek meets Greek."</p> - -<p>"I give you that pledge," replied Beven, readily.</p> - -<p>"Why did he go in disguise then?" was the final query -from the other, who had not as yet grasped the full significance -of affairs.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Because he had enemies on board yonder boat—you -carry Spaniards, and his country is at war with Spain. -They want him badly, and he is no fool. Captain, I am -under obligations for your courtesy. Come and see me -to-morrow and I'll keep my promise."</p> - -<p>Shackelford smacked his lips.</p> - -<p>"By Jove! I'll try and oblige you, my boy," he declared, -enthusiastically, as he dropped down upon the thwart.</p> - -<p>The incident was closed.</p> - -<p>There would be no broken heads, no old time boarding -of the craft, no hot time in the harbor <em>that</em> night.</p> - -<p>Reason had resumed her sway, pushing valor and blind -passion into the background.</p> - -<p>One there was whom disappointment cut to the quick.</p> - -<p>A figure arose in the boat, a bedraggled figure, with one -arm of his evening coat almost divorced from its moorings -on account of the vigor shown by the British tars in dragging -the owner aboard—a figure that was just the opposite -of the usually dandified Jerome, the pink of neatness, -the epitome of current style.</p> - -<p>"What," he ejaculated, "you decline to go aboard and -drag the fellow away? I am astonished beyond measure—I -did not expect this of you, Captain Bob."</p> - -<p>"Well, I'm satisfied with the explanation given. If you -still object, sir, we'll hold the boat here and let you go -aboard and get him. Of course you'd have to shoulder -the whole responsibility—"</p> - -<p>"Pull away," muttered Jerome, suddenly dropping back -to his seat and endeavoring to look as small as possible.</p> - -<p>Roderic guessed the reason.</p> - -<p>The Adonis had discovered that he was the cynosure of -bright eyes from the cabin—all this excitement had not -passed without arousing Cleo and Miss Becky—the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> -former had not really retired at all, but awaited her -cousin's return from his mission of love—perhaps her -earnest prayers had followed him, even to the arms of her -successful rival.</p> - -<p>The blockade runner's boat shot quickly over the darkened -water toward the lights that indicated the spot where -the steamer was anchored.</p> - -<p>Thus the coast was again clear.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven turned and shook Roderic's hand.</p> - -<p>He was bubbling over with suppressed laughter.</p> - -<p>"Congratulations, sir, over your success. A miss is as -good as a mile, they say," he declared.</p> - -<p>"Ah!" remarked the satisfied lover, "in this case it is a -senorita, and she is worth many miles. My thanks are -due to you, captain, for the able assistance given. May -all our future plans be founded on as firm a basis."</p> - -<p>"Amen," said Beven, solemnly.</p> - -<p>He was thinking of that basket of very Extra Dry, and -the taste still lingered as though its memory would haunt -him for many a day.</p> - -<p>For once he stood ready to immolate his comfort on the -altar of friendship every night, providing the emolument -came in such pleasant fashion.</p> - -<p>They chatted a short time, and generally upon the subject -mostly in evidence.</p> - -<p>Beven was naturally curious to hear how the Adonis, -who was no milk and water warrior himself, came to take -such a fearful plunge into the bay.</p> - -<p>He could give a shrewd guess that the act had not been -a voluntary one on his part, and desired to hear what -share Roderic had in it.</p> - -<p>This was soon told in the most matter of fact fashion -by the modest young man—indeed, one might almost<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -imagine from his manner of putting it that Jerome had -fallen overboard instead of being tossed there.</p> - -<p>Beven knew how to put his own construction on the -incident, and could guess just what his principal had done.</p> - -<p>Roderic was really unfitted for sleep after such an hour -of intense excitement, and thought he would walk the -quarterdeck for a time until his pipe had soothed the excited -nerves and brought him to a condition where slumber -might be possible.</p> - -<p>He had not been back and forth a dozen times ere a -girlish figure joined him.</p> - -<p>Of course it was Cousin Cleo, who desired to share his -walk and mayhap his confidence, even though what he -might relate would cut keenly.</p> - -<p>The moth will persist in fluttering about the bright -flame of the candle even after its wings are slightly singed.</p> - -<p>Silly moth—wicked candle!</p> - -<p>And yet the world goes on, new moths come and the -same old story with variations, is repeated.</p> - -<p>Roderic professed to be displeased at the idea of Cleo -coming up to join him in this midnight tramp.</p> - -<p>Secretly the man was delighted, for he felt the human -desire to confide his hopes and fears in a sympathetic ear, -and though he would rather it had been some one else -than Cleo, still, she knew much of his love affairs, and -had promised to be a sister to him—he would be egotistical -and foolish to ever believe that she cared for him other -than a dear sister might.</p> - -<p>"My dear cousin, why do you come on deck—don't you -know that at this hour in this semi-tropical climate the -dew is falling, and it is very unhealthy for one to be exposed -to the night air?"</p> - -<p>She laughed in his face.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Well, you are to blame. I should have been in my -little bunk and probably far away in the Land of Nod had -you been content to remain aboard and not start out on a -very Quixotic errand. But I am only joking, Roderic. -You have met with adventures, of that I am sure from -what I saw and heard. Poor Jerome has once more -crossed your path and found it one of thorns. Now, you -must tell me all that happened, do you hear, Sir Galahad?"</p> - -<p>A little hand slipped through his arm, and Roderic -found himself obliged to surrender.</p> - -<p>So, as they walked up and down he told the story of -what had occurred; several times they paused at the rail -to look at the riding lights that marked the position of the -blockade runner, and while one sighed in rapturous satisfaction -at the thought of the beauty aboard the Sterling -Castle, the other experienced quite a different emotion.</p> - -<p>Cleo asked questions, and seemed bound to know all, so -he felt compelled to tell her.</p> - -<p>Her interest in Georgia grew with each passing day, -and strange to say the yearning to meet and know this -daughter of the tropics became an absorbing dream—she -felt as though destiny drew their life lines in the same -channel, these two who both loved Roderic Owen.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he was wise enough to refrain from entering -into minute particulars when describing the interview -with Georgia—even men head over heels in love are given -a small amount of common sense on occasions of this kind.</p> - -<p>Finally Roderic persuaded her to retire.</p> - -<p>The hour was late and he himself now confessed to -drowsiness.</p> - -<p>By this time the town had given up its mad merriment—gone -were many of the lights and the music of the band -had long since ceased to be a factor in the mighty drama.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<p>Even in the romantic Azores men must take a portion -of the night for sleep—it cannot be given wholly over to -song and amusement.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven was a wary old sea dog.</p> - -<p>He believed an ounce of prevention to be much better -than a pound of cure.</p> - -<p>There was no danger in sight, and probably it would be -an act of madness on Shackelford's part to attempt to -board the steam yacht under cover of darkness and secure -the person of the man who had been aboard the blockade -runner in disguise.</p> - -<p>All the same, chances or not, Beven did not intend to -neglect any precaution, for he was a man who did not believe -in being caught napping.</p> - -<p>To shut the door after the horse was stolen might be -good policy with some men, but his idea lay in securing it -ere this event happened.</p> - -<p>Before retiring Roderic had an interview with the captain, -and learned that worthy's views.</p> - -<p>Then he sought his little stateroom.</p> - -<p>As fortune would have it he was situated on that side of -the boat nearer the steamer, and from either one of the -bulls-eye openings he could see the uncertain dark mass -that told just where the blockade runner lay, as well as -her twinkling riding lights which must be kept burning -the livelong night in order to prevent accident should -arriving vessels enter the snug harbor.</p> - -<p>And Roderic stood there a long time, his eyes fixed -upon the inchoate outlines of the Sterling Castle, as one -might gaze upon a vessel that bore his fate.</p> - -<p>Many thoughts occupied his mind—he lived over again -the past with its joys and sorrows, and even attempted -to raise the veil of the future to see whether it held a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> -gleam of Paradise; but this must all remain surmise and -uncertainty, since it is not given to mortal vision to see -beyond the present.</p> - -<p>The night passed without an alarm.</p> - -<p>Evidently Shackelford was a man of discretion as well -as astonishing boldness, for there is such a thing as uniting -the two qualities.</p> - -<p>Roderic aroused early enough.</p> - -<p>The morning had just broken and the glowing eye of -old Phœbus was glancing above the horizon when he proceeded -to dress.</p> - -<p>This operation had been about completed when, by -chance of course, he looked out of the port hole to see just -how far they were from the steamer, since darkness had -been upon land and water during the little drama of the -preceding night.</p> - -<p>To his surprise he failed to behold the object of his -solicitude.</p> - -<p>He rubbed his eyes and looked again—surely he must -be dreaming, or else with a change of tide the steam yacht -had headed another way, cutting him off from the view -he had before obtained.</p> - -<p>And yet, so far as he could tell his lookout still faced -the town and port, and he could swear the blockade runner -should lie between.</p> - -<p>Mayhap Shackelford had taken his craft in to a dock -for some purpose.</p> - -<p>Roderic snatched up his marine glasses and scanned the -shore line.</p> - -<p>There was only disappointment awaiting him.</p> - -<p>The yellow and black funnel of the Sterling Castle was -conspicuous only by its absence.</p> - -<p>One chance remained—that the steamer had changed -her anchorage.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p> - -<p>He hurriedly completed his toilet and rushed on deck.</p> - -<p>A sweeping glance around told the story, for the blockade -runner was no longer in the harbor.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven saluted from a point forward and beckoned -him to approach.</p> - -<p>"Looking for the steamer—left port an hour or more -before crack of dawn—yonder she goes, headed straight -for the Antilles."</p> - -<p>Following the captain's extended finger Roderic saw the -smoke of a steamer hanging on the horizon. Somehow -his heart gave a leap after it, for the girl he adored was -aboard the vanishing craft.</p> - -<p>"When do we follow, captain?" he asked, composedly.</p> - -<p>"Within six hours at the latest," was the reply and -when that time had expired they too were moving over -the trackless Atlantic headed due south west.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XVI" id="Chapter_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.<br /> - -<small>THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN.</small></h2> - - -<p>Upon a stormy night, when the moon was utterly concealed -by dark ragged masses of clouds that rolled up -from the south in serried columns like an army advancing -to battle, Roderic viewed the prospect from the deck of the -Dreadnaught with the philosophical coolness that seemed -a part of his nature; and yet he knew what one of these -summer storms in the tropics meant as well as any man.</p> - -<p>It came in an unfortunate time, just when they prayed -for fair weather, since it was Roderic's design to be put -ashore on the coast of Porto Rico not many miles from -San Juan, before the little steam yacht entered the fortified -harbor.</p> - -<p>The situation had been carefully studied by Owen, and -his plans altered to conform to the new arrangement of -affairs.</p> - -<p>There was a pretty good chance that the Sterling Castle -would put into San Juan ere attempting to run the -Havana blockade.</p> - -<p>In fact this was almost a certainty, since she carried as -passengers those who were desirous of landing on Porto -Rico soil.</p> - -<p>This being the case it was reasonable to suppose that -Jerome and his Spanish allies would take advantage of -the first opportunity to warn the officials at the capital regarding -the presence of a Yankee secret agent on board -Cleo's yacht; and that the entry of the Dreadnaught into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> -the fortified harbor where Admiral Sampson's guns had -played havoc earlier in the game would open a system of -annoying espionage, even if it did not result in a bold -search for the spy.</p> - -<p>There was one way to avoid this.</p> - -<p>He must go ashore secretly and enter San Juan by the -backdoor.</p> - -<p>His acquaintance with the city and its surroundings -would serve him in good stead, as must also his knowledge -of the Spanish character and language.</p> - -<p>Roderic had his bold plans all arranged and was therefore -a little annoyed when fickle Nature threatened to interfere -with their smooth sailing. If the tropical storm -had only held off another hour all would have been serene.</p> - -<p>They had had glimpses of Porto Rico's fair shores -during the last few hours, and Roderic might have landed -in comfort.</p> - -<p>Two things restrained him—the lack of suitable transportation -facilities to the capital, and the presence of -Spanish soldiers scattered along the shore, and revealed -through the glasses.</p> - -<p>Night was absolutely necessary for the successful carrying -out of his plans, and even then there had been danger -from discovery on account of the moon.</p> - -<p>The storm obviated this, while it bred new perils of its -own.</p> - -<p>Roderic decided to risk it.</p> - -<p>Delay meant more danger for Cleo, since every hour -spent upon that coast in a gale of wind, during the hurricane -season of the year was tempting Providence.</p> - -<p>Once he was off their hands he could run away from -the coast or else make for the shelter of San Juan harbor, -which would surely not be refused any friendly craft on -such a wretched night.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> - -<p>So Roderic made all his preparations and transformed -himself into a dark visaged Spaniard.</p> - -<p>Cleo looked him over carefully, and tried her best to -appear satisfied, though there was a haunting gleam of -dread in her blue eyes, and her lips trembled, despite all -attempts to show a resolute front.</p> - -<p>She knew what risks he was taking for his country.</p> - -<p>The same bold spirit that influenced Hobson and Blue -and Wainwright in their desperate ventures grew rampant -in Roderic Owen's breast—a strong desire to strike a blow -for his beloved flag, to cripple the power of the proud -Spaniard and hasten the day of his final departure from -the Western Hemisphere.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven had anchored his craft and now came to -announce the boat in readiness that was to take him -ashore.</p> - -<p>Roderic took his cousin's hand in both his own.</p> - -<p>"Your pure heart will pray for me I know. It is a -greater satisfaction to me than words can tell. Remember -what I promised of San Juan. We will, God willing, -soon meet again. As your cousin, your brother, dear -Cleo, allow me a brother's loving privilege."</p> - -<p>He kissed her farewell.</p> - -<p>Nor as he turned hastily to follow Beven to the waiting -boat, did he see the glowing flush that instantly suffused -her face, to as rapidly vanish, leaving her deathly -pale and trembling like an aspen leaf.</p> - -<p>The ride ashore was exhilarating to say the <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'lesat'">least</ins>.</p> - -<p>Great waves rolled on the beach, and none but practical, -experienced seamen could have managed so light a yawl -without disaster.</p> - -<p>But Roderic had no fear—he knew what these trained -muscles could do.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> - -<p>Several times they seemed threatened with dire disaster, -but on each occasion the second officer's judgment -in manipulating the boat averted destruction.</p> - -<p>Thus the cockle shell craft entered the white crested -breakers, where they surged upon the shore with a roar -like unto that of thunder.</p> - -<p>This was the most interesting moment of all, as riding -one of the rollers they rushed in like a race horse on the -home stretch.</p> - -<p>Then Roderic saw the palm trees against the sky line -almost overhead, and he knew they were almost ashore.</p> - -<p>A grating sound under their keel announced the -receding of the billow.</p> - -<p>Instantly every sailor leaped overboard, up to his knees -in salt water, and the boat thus lightened was run ashore.</p> - -<p>And in this manner Roderic Owen once again found -himself on Spanish soil—two years had passed since in -anger he had kicked the dust of Porto Rico from his -shoes, and registered a solemn vow never to tread its -shores again while his good sense remained.</p> - -<p>This occurred to him now as a very grim joke, for here -he was once more landed on that same fated soil; and -what was even more singular as fully bent as ever upon -his chase after beauty.</p> - -<p>Time alters many cases, resolutions fade with age, and -circumstances govern our actions to a remarkable degree.</p> - -<p>Of course it was absolutely necessary that the second -officer and his men should return to the yacht without -delay.</p> - -<p>Roderic squeezed the bold fellows by the hand and -watched them launch their boat through the surf.</p> - -<p>Twice they were driven back.</p> - -<p>It was a ticklish job.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p> - -<p>Such men could not be daunted by difficulties, even -when out of the common, so they made a still more resolute -attempt.</p> - -<p>The third trial was a grand success—sturdy British -muscle had conquered over the forces of Nature, and -Roderic knew they were off.</p> - -<p>He waited and watched until he saw a light flash up -three times far out on the stormy waters, which was the -signal agreed upon to announce the safe return of the -yawl.</p> - -<p>Then with a sigh he turned away.</p> - -<p>His business was now to enter San Juan.</p> - -<p>It must prove one that would necessitate great caution -and considerable endurance on his part, for since the bombardment -of the ports by the American fleet as a bluff intended -to disclose the presence of Cervera's squadron in -West India waters the Spanish authorities had taken -extraordinary precautions to guard every avenue of approach -to the capital.</p> - -<p>Roderic did not doubt his ability to enter without discovery—he -had not frequented the cafes, the Spanish -Club, and taken many horseback rides through the suburbs -of San Juan in company with Georgia without gaining -a thorough knowledge of the ground that promised to -be of great advantage to him now.</p> - -<p>Putting his best foot forward he soon struck a military -road over which he had spun many times behind a good -horse.</p> - -<p>He could in an hour's time catch glimpses of the many -lights that marked the city.</p> - -<p>The sight caused him considerable satisfaction, for he -knew destiny had in store for him events of considerable -importance connected with San Juan.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p> - -<p>And doubtless <em>she</em> was there—that simple fact had in it -the elements calculated to thrill his very heart to its core.</p> - -<p>About this time there arose features connected with -the case that temporarily drove these sweet reflections out -of his head.</p> - -<p>They were of a most disagreeable nature.</p> - -<p>It began to rain.</p> - -<p>This might signify a drizzle in a more northern clime, -but such a thing is almost unknown in Porto Rico.</p> - -<p>When the clouds open there it means a deluge.</p> - -<p>The boys in blue who were in the trenches at Santiago -could tell some pretty tall stories of tropical downpours, -and how in the rainy season a cloud appearing no larger -than one's hat can spread over all the sky and fairly soak -the earth.</p> - -<p>Roderic had anticipated this—indeed, his preparations -had been made with just such a ducking in prospect.</p> - -<p>He took his medicine in a philosophical spirit such as -only a traveler in many strange lands learns to cultivate.</p> - -<p>Every step brought him nearer the city, and once he was -soaked through it was impossible to become any wetter, so -why complain?</p> - -<p>Besides, this deluge might serve to his advantage, since -in all probability the guards stationed along the military -road would naturally seek refuge in their shelter huts, -and leave the way clear.</p> - -<p>This was what actually occurred.</p> - -<p>Spanish system lacks many sterling elements that make -the German and British armies so thorough in their duties.</p> - -<p>Roderic after a miserable tramp through mud and water -finally brought up at the city gates an hour before midnight.</p> - -<p>There he met with an apparent obstacle, since in Moorish<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -fashion no one was allowed to find ingress or egress -during the period between sunset and sunrise.</p> - -<p>This he had been aware of ere landing, and all his plans -were shaped with an utter disregard for the edict of the -governor-general.</p> - -<p>Avoiding the gates discreetly he made his way along -the dilapidated wall that marked what had once been the -land defense of the city.</p> - -<p>It was now in decay, like many other antiquated battlements -connected with Spain's possessions throughout the -world—relics of <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'byegone'">bygone</ins> days when muzzle loading guns -marked the highest epoch in the art of war.</p> - -<p>Of course this guarding of the gates was more or less of -a big sham, since the people of San Juan could go and -come in scores of other places.</p> - -<p>And Roderic remembered this fact.</p> - -<p>When by turning this way and that he finally surmounted -the difficulty, and found himself among the -houses near the barracks of the troops in the eastern -end of the city, he felt as though he deserved congratulations -on account of his good generalship.</p> - -<p>Still this was but a beginning, one step in the long and -difficult ladder he had laid out to climb. It could only be -ascended a single round at a time, but he had really made -a good start.</p> - -<p>He found himself in a portion of San Juan which he -had really never looked upon under similar conditions, -the quarter where the poorer element herded, where -houses were thronged with black and white, Spaniards, -and reconcentradoes of Porto Rico who endeavored to remain -neutral, negroes from Jamaica and Hayti and a mongrel -population.</p> - -<p>Seldom even in the rainy season does such a downpour<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> -come at night—they look for it in the afternoon, -when it cools the sultry atmosphere and with the sea -breeze renders the evening delightfully refreshing.</p> - -<p>Just then the streets were swimming in water, and almost -practically deserted—even the dolorous cry of the -"dulce" vendors had ceased to echo along the narrow -thoroughfares.</p> - -<p>But the cafes and concert halls and shops appeared to be -doing a land office business to judge from the crowds that -had collected.</p> - -<p>Roderic's one desire now was to reach a little den just -off the breathing place for the poor, known as the Plaza -Cristobal Colon in honor of Columbus.</p> - -<p>Here he believed he would find the opportunity he -craved for rest, and a chance to dry his reeking garments, -under the humble roof of a devoted friend.</p> - -<p>Two years had passed since last he had seen this party, -and two years is a long time—much may occur during -such a period—people change their residence mayhap their -country, and sometimes even die.</p> - -<p>Still he was ready to take the chances.</p> - -<p>No one halted him as he pushed on, and yet these narrow, -illy lighted streets could not be reckoned the safest -places in the city for respectable people to walk after a -certain hour.</p> - -<p>One thing he noticed—San Juan was full of Spanish -soldiers. He could see them prowling everywhere, and -each crowd within the cafes and halls had its quota of -these small sized swarthy faced, boyish looking exiles -from sunny Spain.</p> - -<p>"They evidently mean to give the Yankees a warm reception -when the time comes," was what he concluded -upon noting this important fact.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> - -<p>The point was well taken—it was one that would prove -of considerable importance to General Miles, who had -already landed on the southern coast with his army of -Americans, and was beginning to advance upon Ponce -and the neighboring towns.</p> - -<p>After being compelled to retrace his steps several times, -on account of getting off the track, confused by the narrow -<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">calles</i> that seemed to have no beginning and ended -nowhere, Roderic at length broke out upon an open place -where the rain beat upon stone flagging, and trees moaned -dolefully in the fierce gusts of wind.</p> - -<p>Despite its funereal aspect now he recognized this as -the Plaza Cristobal Colon, and was able to take his bearings -afresh.</p> - -<p>"Thank Heaven, I am near the end of my night's pilgrimage," -he muttered in Spanish, for he had determined -to even do his thinking in that language while within the -enemy's lines, so that the danger of discovery might be -reduced to a minimum, for if Jerome, Roblado <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">et al.</i> were -in San Juan he was well aware of the fact that hundreds -of keen eyes belonging to the Guardia Civil would be on -the lookout for one Roderic Owen, and that discovery -would be a serious matter for him.</p> - -<p>It was really time his wanderings ceased for this night -at least—he had covered miles of ground, he had faced a -raging storm that at times almost brought him to his -knees, he was soaked through and through, and beginning -to feel weak in his limbs.</p> - -<p>But relief was close at hand.</p> - -<p>The hardest part of his mission he believed had already -been passed over.</p> - -<p>At least, in all probability he would be able to conduct -the remainder of his work with a dry skin—he might not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> -see another deluge in the early night during his whole stay -in San Juan.</p> - -<p>He fervently hoped so, at least.</p> - -<p>Crossing the public square he dodged into a certain -dingy and crooked lane that took him to the most desolate -and God forsaken locality within the city walls.</p> - -<p>There are such places in Paris, London, New York—why -not in San Juan?</p> - -<p>All cities, whether of ancient Babylonian days or of the -present enlightened age have had their plague spots as -well as their palatial quarters, and so it must be while -rich and poor go hand in hand, down to the end of time.</p> - -<p>Only in San Juan the squalor seemed to be a little more -pronounced than anything Roderic could imagine outside -of Havana, where the wretched reconcentradoes were dying -of hunger by thousands.</p> - -<p>The war was partly to blame, he knew—that and the -natural savage instinct which prevails so strongly among -Spanish speaking people, and induces them to always go -to extremes, whether in love or conflict.</p> - -<p>Picking his way along in this delectable neighborhood -Roderic finally gave utterance to an eager exclamation—his -eyes had fallen upon the little whitewashed cabin for -which he had been on the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">qui vive</i>.</p> - -<p>Another moment and his fist was beating a tattoo upon -the door, a summons that was loud enough to arouse the -dead—from within a movement was heard, and then the -door opened cautiously a few inches. Roderic uttered -some talismanic words in Spanish that brought a delighted -exclamation from the hut's occupant—a brown hand -reached out and when the door closed it shut out the awful -clamor of the storm, for the Yankee had found a warm -reception within the walls of old San Juan.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XVII" id="Chapter_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.<br /> - -<small>THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD.</small></h2> - - -<p>Porto Rico as a territory of the progressive American -republic will soon be transformed—while advancing with -giant strides along the material road that may lead to -statehood, the island must gradually lose those picturesque -and distinctly national features that have marked -Spanish rule for centuries.</p> - -<p>Never again will San Juan be the same gay, careless, -pleasure seeking capital of the past—the business loving, -bustling Yankee shopkeeper banishes such folly, or at -best makes it play second fiddle to his trading.</p> - -<p>San Juan will be swept and garnished, her streets paved, -her narrowest <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">calles</i> lighted, and within a few years she -may vie even with Boston in regard to the conditions that -make life worth living to the average American.</p> - -<p>But the halo of romance and the worship of military -heroes that has been her portion during these long centuries—alas! -they have fled, to return no more.</p> - -<p>Many will sigh as they raise the curtain of the past, and -take one more peep at the gay bright scene stamped upon -memory's tablets.</p> - -<p>There is a peculiar fascination about Spanish and -Oriental cities, a barbaric splendor that attracts the eye, -even while our common sense tells us of its tawdry nature.</p> - -<p>Many have described the San Juan of the past, and as a -picture that has been turned to the wall, let us for the last -time see the Porto Rican capital through the glasses of a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -clever newspaperman, whose pen paints its colors just as -might the faithful camera. This was as Roderic saw it -the day after his safe entry into the town:</p> - -<p>San Juan wakes early.</p> - -<p>By seven o'clock the shops are open, and a stirring of -wide shutters in the upper stories of the houses shows that -even the women are about. Hundreds of men are having -their coffee in the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cafés</i>. Probably a band is playing -somewhere, which means a detachment of troops returning -from early mass in the Cathedral.</p> - -<p>By ten o'clock this early activity has worn itself out. -The sun has got well up into the sky, white and hot. It -falls in the narrow, unshaded streets, and the cobblestones -begin to scorch through thin shoe soles. It is a time to -seek the shade and quaff cooling drinks. Business languishes. -About eleven shop shutters begin to go up, and -soon the streets are as deserted as at midnight.</p> - -<p>This is breakfast hour, and until well after noon not a -shop or public building will be found open. About one or -two, whether the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">siesta</i> is long or short, people begin to -reappear and the shops reopen. Gradually traffic revives. -By four o'clock, when the Palais de Justice has cast its -cooling shadow over half the blazing plaza, loungers begin -to appear to occupy the numerous benches and blink -idly at the guards about the gloomy Palais entrance. With -each passing hour the city presents a livelier appearance, -until at six o'clock it is fully awake and ready for dinner, -the principal meal of the day.</p> - -<p>In the evening is when the inhabitants of San Juan -really live. These are the pleasant hours of the day. From -the sea comes a breeze, cool and fresh, to whisper to the -few shade trees in the plazas and revive enervated humanity. -Twice a week one of the military bands plays in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> -the principal plaza. Then it is worth while to go, hire a -comfortable arm chair from a <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">muchacho</i> for ten <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">centavos</i> -in Puerto Rican silver and sit and observe and listen.</p> - -<p>These military bands—there are three stationed in San -Juan—are equal to Sousa or Herbert on a considerably -smaller scale. They play beautifully voluptuous airs of -sunny Spain, the strains swelling and quickening until -they entice an answer in the livened step and unconsciously -swaying bodies of hundreds of promenaders; -then slowly dying to a sweet, soft breath, borne to the ear -from distant guitars and mandolins. Italian, French and -German composers are not neglected, while occasionally -there will come a spirited bit from some modern light -opera, or even a snatch from a topical song of the day.</p> - -<p>On band nights San Juan may be seen at her best. The -concerts begin at eight o'clock. Prior to that hour the -private soldiers are permitted the liberty of the plaza, and -hundreds avail themselves of the opportunity for an airing. -At eight they must retire to their barracks, leaving -the plaza to the officers.</p> - -<p>The music racks are set at one end of the plaza, and the -musicians stand during the two hours of the concert. By -the time the second number on the programme is reached -the plaza is thronged with the wealth, beauty and fashion -of the Puerto Rican capital. A row of gas street lamps, -thickly set, encircles the Plaza, while at each end rise iron -towers, upon which are supported electric arc lights.</p> - -<p>All the houses surrounding the plaza are illuminated, -their bright coloring and Eastern architecture giving an -Oriental effect. The balconies—every house has a balcony—are -filled with gaily dressed women and officers, -and through open windows glimpses of richly furnished -interiors can be obtained. On the street level, the Grand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -Central and other <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cafés</i>, the Spanish Club and a dozen -brilliantly lighted drug stores and shops help flood the -plaza with light and lend life and gayety to the scene.</p> - -<p>The throng is characteristic of San Juan of to-day—of -the San Juan which will soon cease to exist. There are -Spanish officers, hundreds of them, clad in an immense -variety of uniform—to use a perfectly truthful paradox.</p> - -<p>There are officers of the Guardia Civil, in dark blue -suits and caps, their cuffs red and gold, the rank indicated -by eight pointed stars, and with small spurs sticking out -from under the long trousers.</p> - -<p>There are officers of the line, usually in light or indigo -blue, sometimes with broad stripes along the trousers and -with cuffs and facings of green, red, blue or black, according -to the branch of the service, their rank indicated by -gold and silver stars on the sleeve above the cuff. These -wear tall white caps, with gilt bands. There are naval -officers, in dark blue uniforms of distinctly seafaring cut -and without colored facings.</p> - -<p>All the officers wear some kind of sword invariably, -usually during the day the regulation sabre, and at night -substituting a slender rapier with a cross hilt. They also -carry walking sticks with silver and gold heads, according -to rank.</p> - -<p>As they mingle with the crowd, walking together in -groups, now bowing to some passing female acquaintance -or turning to promenade with her, they unconsciously -dominate the entire assemblage and give to it an indelible -imprint of Spain. Plainly they are favorites with the -women, who receive their polite attentions graciously.</p> - -<p>And the women. They are out in force, dressed in the -latest fashions of Madrid and Paris. Here and there -some gentleman walks with his wife and family, but usually<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> -the women promenade alone until joined by male acquaintances. -A group of girls will be accompanied by a -duenna, who keeps discreetly in the background if any -men approach. Often, however, two or more senoritas -will promenade entirely alone, with a freedom which -would be considered unbecoming in the United States.</p> - -<p>This is one of the occasions when rigorous Spanish -etiquette is somewhat relaxed and the unmarried women -enjoy a fleeting glimpse of social freedom. So the crowd, -constantly swelling, until progress is almost impossible, -moves in a circle back and forth along the length of the -plaza. Mingling with it are scores of police, in their -bright uniforms, who seem to have no business there except -to accentuate the crush, and hundreds of civilians in -their best dress. And so it goes, until the concert ends. -The band, preceded by an escort of cavalry, marches away -to a wonderfully quick quickstep, the lights fade and -slowly the crowd disperses through the shadowy streets.</p> - -<p>Not all San Juan, however, is to be seen in the grand -plaza. Only fashionable and official life centralizes there. -In other sections of the city the evenings pass differently. -Take a stroll from the brilliantly lighted plaza into the -eastern part of the town, near the barracks.</p> - -<p>There the whole lower strata will be found in the narrow, -badly lighted streets, or in the plaza Cristobal Colon -and the smaller breathing places of the densely populated -city.</p> - -<p>Here hand organs and dirty wandering minstrels, who -perform semi-barbaric music upon cracked guitars and -raspy mandolins, accompanied by the "guero"—a native -instrument made of a gourd—furnish the music.</p> - -<p>Venders of <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">dulce</i> squat beside their trays of sweetmeat, -dolorously crying their wares. Non-commissioned officers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> -and privates mingle with the people and chat with the -women. Everybody smokes cigarettes, even children -hardly able to toddle. The shops and meaner <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cafés</i> are -open and crowded.</p> - -<p>Further no one can wander through streets more narrow -and darker than alleys to where the massive gray battlements -of the ancient city walls lift their sombre, jagged -towers to greet the moon.</p> - -<p>Inquisitive sentinels, Mauser rifle in hand, walk here to -turn intruders back, but by exercising discretion glimpses -may be obtained of tiny balconies ensconced in nooks and -crannies high up in the wall and overlooking the sea and -the twinkling city. Perhaps a peep may be had into the -odd habitations within, with dusky senoritas gazing out -through a curtain of flowers and vines. This is a different -San Juan from that which promenades in the plaza: -but not less interesting.</p> - -<p>All this Roderic Owen saw, nor was it the first time he -had wandered through the streets and <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'byeways'">byways</ins> of the -strange old city.</p> - -<p>How vividly these scenes brought back to his mind the -days and nights of the past, when he had lived in a glow -of love's young dream—still, why need he sigh—the experience -through which he had passed, bitter though it had -been, must have taught him a lesson, and since Love had -again taken up an abode in his heart, he could profit by -it to forever debar the little demon Jealousy from entering -this holiest of holies.</p> - -<p>He wandered over the whole city.</p> - -<p>He even found means to enter some of the forts that -frowned so ferociously, and yet were but hollow mockeries, -mounting few modern guns.</p> - -<p>Here were evidences still of the damage inflicted by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -Sampson's fleet many weeks before—Spanish dilatory tactics -had allowed dismounted guns to lie where they had -fallen, and Roderic was of the opinion that it must have -been rather warm around those regions at the time.</p> - -<p>There was something of a bustle of preparation in the -city, since it had become known that General Miles and an -American army had landed on the south shore of the -island.</p> - -<p>Still the Spaniards did not expect to make a desperate -resistance like Blanco had declared Havana would show.</p> - -<p>When the Yankee army reached San Juan and the terrible -battle ships appeared again in the offing doubtless -they would gracefully submit to the inevitable and yield -up their arms.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile there was the usual bluster and braggadocio -as to what they meant to do with the Yankee pigs once -they were induced <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'in'">to</ins> enter the trap which the Spanish -commander had so cunningly spread.</p> - -<p>They would be extravagantly comical, these bold soldiers -of Spain, if they were not so very serious in what -they declared.</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed in his sleeve at the awful threats so -openly made in street and cafe, wherever two or more -soldiers came together—in imagination he pictured the -overwhelming rush of regulars and volunteers in blue, -just as they had gone into the Spaniards at Caney and -San Juan hill—one such mad swoop and he was ready to -swear to it that the Porto Rican capital would be carried.</p> - -<p>Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast a better.</p> - -<p>Roderic did not use his whole time in tramping about -the city.</p> - -<p>He made several visits to people who had been in communication<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> -with the Washington authorities, influential -English residents or even native Porto Ricans who knew -what was written by Destiny upon the wall, and longed -for the blessed day to dawn when Liberty would descend -upon the sons and daughters of the Antilles.</p> - -<p>His object was not to get information concerning the -resources of the garrison.</p> - -<p>All those points he was able to pick up for himself in -his round of the city and forts.</p> - -<p>As a government official he had come to San Juan, and -it was in this capacity he conferred with these influential -citizens.</p> - -<p>When he had finally accomplished all that was expected -of him in this direction, Roderic threw off the burden -of responsibility.</p> - -<p>He was now free to think once more of his own personal -affairs, to let the vision of Georgia's lovely face occupy -his mind as it had his heart.</p> - -<p>How he longed to see her.</p> - -<p>How fitting it seemed that the romance of his life, that -had obtained its first lease in San Juan, should complete -the circuit there, amid these well remembered scenes.</p> - -<p>It was concert night.</p> - -<p>Even with a hostile army marching against the capital -these Spanish soldiers, who, as old campaigners laughed -at fate, did not mean to be cheated out of their usual -pleasure.</p> - -<p>Among the throngs on the plaza Roderic sauntered, -looking eagerly for the face his heart yearned to see.</p> - -<p>Some few discreet people had left the capital and gone -away, pending the anticipated bombardment; but the -grand rush of panic stricken fugitives would not begin -until the first shell from the Yankee fleet came screaming -into town.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> - -<p>It had been so on the previous occasion, and those who -for five hours that morning saw the steady, jostling, excited, -almost demoralized stream of humanity that poured -along the one road leading out of San Juan, many carrying -their most cherished household possessions upon their -backs, would never forget the remarkable spectacle.</p> - -<p>Roderic's search was however, not without some result, -for he had several glimpses of his cousin Cleo in -the crowd.</p> - -<p>She hung upon the arm of Captain Beven, and Miss -Becky was of course along.</p> - -<p>Having heard so much of the gaiety to be found in -Porto Rico's capital the ladies had had curiosity enough -to come ashore.</p> - -<p>Who could blame them, when listening to the delightful -strains of melody, and amid such enchanting and romantic -surroundings as the many tinted houses fronting -the grand plaza afforded!</p> - -<p>Not Roderic, surely.</p> - -<p>He thought it wise not to make his presence known, as -it might seriously compromise his safety in this hostile -city.</p> - -<p>Nevertheless his eyes were frequently drawn toward the -trio, and somehow rested upon the face of his Virginia -cousin with a peculiar satisfaction.</p> - -<p>If Cleo was not divinely handsome like Georgia she had -a fine figure and carried her head like an American queen, -so that any man might feel proud to claim kinship with -her.</p> - -<p>Roderic noticed how eagerly she looked around.</p> - -<p>At first he had the assurance to wonder whether she -could be seeking him in the crowd, and man-like was -beginning to even feel flattered at the idea when he noticed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> -that those whom she scrutinized so eagerly were of the -gentler sex, wives and daughters of San Juan's better -class of citizens.</p> - -<p>Then it flashed upon him that she hoped to discover -Georgia in the midst of the throng.</p> - -<p>He dared not follow out this thought to its legitimate -conclusion, lest it make him appear egotistical even in -his own eyes.</p> - -<p>That Georgia must have reached the city he knew full -well, for with his own eyes he had seen the Sterling Castle -in the harbor.</p> - -<p>If that were not evidence quite sufficient here was Jerome -as big as life, sauntering about the plaza, the object -of adoration on the part of the whole female population, -and of malice, envy and black hatred on the part of the -military beaux who saw in this Adonis a rival to be feared.</p> - -<p>Roderic mentally pictured the inevitable outcome and -in anticipation enjoyed Jerome's downfall.</p> - -<p>"He will discover it a different matter flirting with the -daughters of Porto Rico. I am ready to swear my dandy -Lord High Admiral will ere long find himself ducked in -some fragrant frog pond, if no greater evil befalls him," -was what Owen concluded.</p> - -<p>Nor was he a particle sorry, since Jerome had long -played the heartless role of an adventurer, and many had -suffered because of his belief that the world owed him a -living.</p> - -<p>The evening wore on, and Roderic began to imagine he -was doomed to disappointment.</p> - -<p>Lovely faces he had seen, but not the one for which his -heart yearned.</p> - -<p>Some of the ladies wore veils, their exceeding modesty -preventing them from showing their faces in such a mixed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -assemblage, a custom that undoubtedly descended from -royal blood desirous of being distinguished from the plebeian.</p> - -<p>Still Roderic had full assurance that his eyes could discover -the girl he loved, even though she stood among a -score of veiled companions—there is an individuality in -the carriage, little peculiarities about the movement of -hands and head that appeal to the keen eye of Love, and -cannot be mistaken.</p> - -<p>So Roderic, wise man, reasoned, as with a single glance -he decided that this one or that was not Georgia.</p> - -<p>So others of his sex have decided in times past, and -mayhap paid the penalty of their folly.</p> - -<p>As the secret agent was cruising around that side of the -plaza where the band had taken up its quarters, while -making a last selection, he received a shock without the -least warning by suddenly coming face to face with a -dashing looking Spaniard whose gay dress proclaimed -him some public performer.</p> - -<p>Roderic gritted his teeth at sight of his yellow skinned -adversary of the past, for this was no other than Julio, the -handsome dancer of the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i>, a man whose life had been -one long succession of conquests in the arena of Love, -and over whom half the town had at times gone wild.</p> - -<p>He had <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">gitano</i> or gypsy blood in his veins, through his -mother, which doubtless accounted in a measure for the -<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'diableric'"><i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">diablerie</i></ins> of his appearance, and his success among the fair -sex, for there is to many women a fascination in anything -bordering upon the tempestuous, the wild and eerie.</p> - -<p>It was only natural that Roderic, coming thus upon the -man he had hated so bitterly in the past, should grind his -teeth and feel a mad desire to plant his fist square between -those black dare devil eyes that had wrought such accursed -mischief for years back.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then he remembered that it was all a mistake—that he -had no valid reason for assaulting the idol of San Juan -save in the capacity of a general defender of the weaker -sex, a modern Don Quixote, and that would hardly be -politic.</p> - -<p>Drawn by an attraction he could never explain, he -sauntered after the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i> dancer, who had evidently -come out of some casino near by, after his performance -was done, in order to enjoy the music of the military band—come -out without changing his garments, which gave -him the picturesque swagger so admired among those of -his blood; and the red silk sash that was knotted at his -left hip, the ends trailing almost to the knee, did not -Roderic remember it well, and had he not once vowed to -some day use the same in strangling the gipsy dancer -with the devilish handsome face?</p> - -<p>Pshaw! that was long ago, when he was a poor fool, -whom love had made insane.</p> - -<p>Now he had learned his lesson well, and never again -would he allow such miserable suspicions to find lodgment -in his breast.</p> - -<p>Georgia was as faithful as the stars, and the only reason -he felt a little bitterness toward this fellow was in -sympathy with the past.</p> - -<p>As to jealousy, thank Heaven that evil weed had been -forever plucked out by the roots from the garden of his -heart, and—</p> - -<p>But there was Julio, up to his old tricks, flirting with -one of Eve's daughters.</p> - -<p>Roderic, still remembering the past, found himself indulging -in a wild hope that some indignant lover would -set upon the gypsy dancer and give him a taste of Spanish -vengeance.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> - -<p>Such however, did not happen.</p> - -<p>The girl who had answered his signal with a wave of her -snowy kerchief soon joined him, and together they pushed -through the crowd as though heading for a street that -broke away from the plaza.</p> - -<p>Roderic had been close at hand, and his eyes were not -closed—indeed, just about this time they seemed to be -unusually wide open, as though a sudden avalanche of -jealousy had swept over him.</p> - -<p>It was not because the companion of Julio was veiled -that he watched her so eagerly, so breathlessly—other -women wore mantillas, and chose to conceal their patrician -faces from the common herd when walking the plaza.</p> - -<p>What then?</p> - -<p>Love is not blind—Roderic had just now been declaring -to himself that he would easily be able to pick Georgia out -from among a score of girls whose features were hidden -from view—and it was on this very account that he shook -from head to foot as though with the palsy.</p> - -<p>Dead—that old demon Jealousy once planted in the human -breast is hard indeed to slay.</p> - -<p>And Roderic again ground his teeth in fury, and followed -in the wake of Julio the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i> dancer of San Juan -because this veiled senorita who took his arm and clung so -confidingly there as they dodged through the crowd had -apparently the familiar figure and actions of the girl he -loved, the girl he had once jilted on account of this self -same Spanish heart smasher—Georgia de Brabant, maid -of San Juan!</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XVIII" id="Chapter_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.<br /> - -<small>JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR.</small></h2> - - -<p>In this fair city of the Conquistadors, where Ponce de -Leon laid a foundation for the future Spanish colony, -there may have been men who for various causes felt the -heat of anger surging through their souls on this August -night in the year of our Lord 1898; but it is exceedingly -problematical whether one among them experienced such -a terrible volcano raging in their heart as did Roderic -Owen when the first suspicion burst upon him that Julio's -companion was the beautiful girl who had after estrangement -again promised to be his honored wife.</p> - -<p>The shock almost took his breath away, it was so keen, -so cruel, and found him so unprepared.</p> - -<p>Then came a revulsion of feeling—it could not be so—Georgia -was true, she was loving and faithful—this -was only a wretched coincidence—surely there were -women in San Juan who possessed figures on the same -order as hers, and who even made those familiar little -gestures—women were pretty much alike with regard to -such things, just as a dozen cats may all make the same -graceful leaps, together with the peculiar little motions so -characteristic the world over.</p> - -<p>Still he followed Julio—for the life of him he could -not help that, no matter how thoroughly convinced he -might be that it was no affair of his—there was a terrible -fascination in the game, as though he were playing with -dynamite.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> - -<p>And so the pendulum swung again, his eyes being still -glued upon the girl, once more he found himself the prey -to suspicions.</p> - -<p>In vain he endeavored to throttle them, as his better -nature arose in arms—like Banquo's ghost they would not -down—every movement the girl made that reminded him -of Georgia was like a wicked stab in the region of his -heart, and when he saw the daring Julio pick up her kerchief -which had fallen from her hand, and press it to his -lips very cavalierly ere returning it, Roderic had a great -desire to rush upon the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i> dancer and knock him down—indeed, -just at that minute he thought he had good -cause for hammering him in lusty Anglo Saxon style.</p> - -<p>But Roderic was not jealous—oh! no, he had cast that -monster out of his heart for good, and meant to have no -more of him—only he had a very queer sensation seize -upon him, and felt as though it was only just and right, -both to Georgia and himself, that he should settle this -matter then and there.</p> - -<p>This could only be done in one way, by looking upon the -girl's face.</p> - -<p>He was firmly resolved to do this, come what might—Julio -would doubtless resent the impertinence, for Julio -was a fighter, having once been a <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">toreador</i> in the bull ring—what -of that, if only he could discover the truth one way -or the other?</p> - -<p>A fellow in his frame of mind thinks little of danger, -the careless snap of his fingers perhaps.</p> - -<p>What fools Cupid does make of men—even those who -would appear to be the best balanced go quite off the handle -when the little god finds lodgment in their bosoms.</p> - -<p>At any rate Owen had now thrown away all other fancies -and was studiously following this couple as might an -Indian his intended prey.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p> - -<p>Given a little time and he recovered, at least in a fair -measure, the coolness that usually characterized his actions.</p> - -<p>He even lighted a cheroot, realizing that a Spaniard -such as he represented would appear singular without a -weed of some sort dangling from his lip.</p> - -<p>Apparently Julio had lost all interest in the military -strains that throbbed and pulsated upon the night air—when -lovely women entered the game the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i> dancer -threw other thoughts to the four winds—he might be a -lover of music but above all else he was a beau.</p> - -<p>The couple evidently intended quitting the plaza, and -plunging down into one of the streets that would lead -them to that other section of town, where fashion never -troubled, and where the poorer element had their quarters—a -section that would especially appeal to the eye of -the artist and the newspaperman seeking quaint scenes for -the portrayal of Spanish characteristics.</p> - -<p>Roderic was quite ready to follow—indeed, in his present -frame of mind it would not matter whither he went so -long as that lithesome figure tantalized him like a will-o'-the-wisp.</p> - -<p>All he wanted was an opportunity to see her face, to -satisfy himself one way or the other, to quell this devilish -spirit raging in his breast, or failing that to let the fury -find an outlet.</p> - -<p>One way or the other, however fortune might decide it, -he felt that a result must be reached.</p> - -<p>Having taken the reins in his hands again and curbed -the unruly team that would have carried him headlong to -a speedy rupture of the peace, Roderic became outwardly -cool.</p> - -<p>He aroused his old professional instincts to action, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -endeavored to forget that the case was more to him than -the usual run.</p> - -<p>Thus he noticed that while Julio could never be anything -but a gallant and a beau, he did not attempt any -familiarities with his companion—that there seemed to be -a certain amount of respect on his part such as he seldom -showed toward those who had <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'succumed'">succumbed</ins> to the charm of -his fascinating presence.</p> - -<p>Score one point in favor of Julio.</p> - -<p>It might be of advantage when the curtain was rung up -for the final act, for should this desperate, jealousy-racked -lover who followed at his heels be given an opportunity to -get at that long throat of his, the Maccarena dancer would -have ample need of every prayer his guardian angel could -bring forth.</p> - -<p>When the plaza with its gay crowds and its dashing -music had been left behind, Roderic knew his task had -assumed new risks.</p> - -<p>The Spaniard is a suspicious mortal at his best, and -Julio had been embroiled in so many affairs with lovers, -perhaps husbands also, that he had to be constantly on the -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">qui vive</i> lest one of these jealous minded gentry lie in wait -around a lonely corner, or creep up from behind, dagger -in hand.</p> - -<p>When one plays such a game as that of this fascinating -beau, one must accept the consequences, no matter what -they entail—it is the price of popularity among the fair -sex.</p> - -<p>Hence, it might be expected that after they had been -traversing these narrow thoroughfares for some little -time, Julio from frequent glances thrown over his shoulder, -would begin to notice how the shadow kept upon his -trail.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p> - -<p>This would arouse suspicion, and he might either vanish -suddenly from sight or else employ his popularity -among a certain class of men to bring Roderic into hot -water.</p> - -<p>So far as this latter contingency was concerned, Roderic -cared little whether he were thrown up against a -dozen of the unwashed of San Juan, if he could only previously -have the blessed knowledge that his fears regarding -Julio's veiled companion were groundless.</p> - -<p>In other words, such an assurance was of so great a -value in his eyes that he stood ready to accept the gravest -of danger with a smile on his face if only Georgia were -true.</p> - -<p>He employed his usual tactics to prevent the other from -suspecting him, and being an adept at the business was -able to be out of sight on nearly every occasion when -Julio twisted that long neck of his for a glance toward the -rear.</p> - -<p>This was all very well, but so far he had not advanced -a single step toward the elucidation of the mystery.</p> - -<p>Well, patience—everything comes to him who waits.</p> - -<p>Under ordinary conditions he could have applied this -time-worn but nevertheless true axiom to his own case, -just as he had done on many a previous occasion; but it -was a different matter when his eyes were eagerly watching -each movement of the girl, and in his heart he prayed -that the bitter cup might pass from him.</p> - -<p>But something must be done.</p> - -<p>At any moment Julio and his modest companion might -pass into one of the houses in this quarter, and the door -of which would consequently be shut and barred in his -face.</p> - -<p>It would serve of little avail then for him to suddenly be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> -electrified into action—he could pound upon the panels of -the sturdy door and demand admittance in the most lusty -of tones, but the only answer he might expect would be in -a shower of dirty water from the upper windows, a favorite -method in vogue among the lower classes of Spain -when the tax gatherers or some other unwelcome visitor -is knocking for admission.</p> - -<p>Desperation often hurries a man to action—the need of -results one way or another spurs even a laggard in the -chase.</p> - -<p>Having now determined to assume all the risks with -the expectation of placing them upon a single die, Roderic -changed his tactics.</p> - -<p>It was his desire to overtake the dancer and by a bold -movement snatch the veil from the head of his companion.</p> - -<p>Of course this would be the signal for war, since Julio -always had a chip upon his shoulder; but Roderic was -willing to accept the consequences, so long as the terrible -suspense was ended.</p> - -<p>He began to slip up on the Spaniard, and with all his -faculties aroused Roderic was able to carry this part of his -programme out to perfection.</p> - -<p>The streets were far from deserted—in places even -crowds could be seen, doubtless eagerly discussing the -great events overhanging San Juan, with an American -army landed on Porto Rico soil—for by this time the -dreadful news had come of Santiago's fall and the total -destruction of Cervera's fleet, so that Spanish respect for -Yankee valor was rising fast—first Dewey, then Sampson -and last of all Shafter, to be followed by Miles.</p> - -<p>Owen was now but three paces behind the couple, and -could almost hear what they said, though their voices were -exceedingly low.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> - -<p>His former diagnosis of the case was strengthened by a -closer survey—in height, and figure Julio's companion -was exactly a counterpart of Georgia—add to this the -peculiar little individualities such as usually mark a -woman's personality and the fact that this man had once -before come between them, what fault could be found with -Roderic for suspecting?</p> - -<p>Well, the time had come for action.</p> - -<p>That miserable gauze had baffled him long enough, and -he was determined to know the worst, Julio to the contrary.</p> - -<p>Before the Spaniard could guess what was in the wind -Roderic had darted to the side of the girl, while his eager -hand reached out and seized upon her veil in a ruthless -grasp.</p> - -<p>He heard her give a little scream as though terrorized -at his boorish act.</p> - -<p>For this Owen, being chivalrous by nature of the blood -that had descended from Irish kings, hated himself most -earnestly—nevertheless this feeling did not prevent him -from following out the design that actuated his movements, -even as it had become a very part of his existence.</p> - -<p>Though the fate of nations hung in the balance, yes, -even should his own life pay the penalty for his rashness—and -this is by all odds the highest stake a man can play—he -was resolved to settle this question once for all.</p> - -<p>So he snatched away the veil.</p> - -<p>He no longer breathed—in that dread moment when his -hopes of a whole future hung in the balance he seemed -actually to have been changed into stone.</p> - -<p>So Lot's wife must have been petrified as she turned to -look back at the burning city.</p> - -<p>When Roderic's eyes fell upon the face that had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -concealed by the veil they discovered rare beauty that was -now stamped with alarm, although some show of spirit -flashed from the great midnight eyes as indignation struggled -with maidenly fear.</p> - -<p>But, praise be to Heaven, the girl though so beautiful -as to vie with his Georgia, was a stranger!</p> - -<p>His demon was laid!</p> - -<p>For that at least, thanks.</p> - -<p>And now the consequences of his daring act must be -boldly met.</p> - -<p>Apologies, however profuse, do not count for much -with hot blooded Spaniards, with whom an insult demands -a blow.</p> - -<p>Knowing this Roderic fully counted on prompt action -on the part of the ex <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">toreador</i>.</p> - -<p>Julio had met the rush of many a maddened bull in the -arena, and could himself do a little of that same when the -occasion arose.</p> - -<p>He was naturally a trifle confused by the unexpected -move on Roderic's part, and this delay, short though it -was, gave the other a chance to pull himself together, to -put the girl out of his mind altogether and face Julio.</p> - -<p>The latter was trembling with fury, and thus far weakened -his cause just when he needed all coolness and a clear -vision.</p> - -<p>He rattled out a shower of expletives, each one of which -was as hot as a live coal; but even this did not appear to -annihilate his enemy.</p> - -<p>Julio had not been entirely idle while thus giving vent -to his spleen—the glint of steel in his hand told Owen that -he had snatched out a ready dagger, possibly concealed in -his voluminous scarlet sash, and was ready to sheathe it -in the bosom of the unknown who had thrown down the -gauntlet.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - -<p>Roderic saw the point, and had already gone him one -better, since he held a blade more than a match for Julio's -dagger, and moreover, knew how to handle it like a juggler -of India.</p> - -<p>"Senor, it was a mistake—I am ready to make ample -apologies or fight—just as you decide," he said in Spanish.</p> - -<p>The wolf would not be appeased by this sop.</p> - -<p>He demanded blood.</p> - -<p>It had been too grievous an insult to be forgiven, and -besides, what business has any self-respecting Spaniard -to forgive anyhow?</p> - -<p>So Julio set out for war.</p> - -<p>When any man on earth seeks a disturbance, and selects -an American citizen for the object of his assault, he usually -gets all he desires, and very frequently good measure, -pressed down and running over.</p> - -<p>So Julio, the pet dancer and one time idol of the San -Juan bull ring, brushing his female companion aside almost -rudely, flung himself upon the stranger with the -ferocity of a panther, doubtless resolved to make him pay -for his audacity with his life.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XIX" id="Chapter_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX.<br /> - -<small>BY WAY OF THE BALCONY.</small></h2> - - -<p>Julio had doubtless made other calculations during his -life, only to find them turn out Dead Sea fruit.</p> - -<p>In this case his confidence was on a par with the natural -ferocity of his disposition, but as frequently happens, -he overshot the mark.</p> - -<p>Roderic met his assault and went him one better—he -turned the Spaniard's eager blade aside with the quick -movement of one to the manner born.</p> - -<p>No doubt Julio was surprised, but he never let anything -interfere with business.</p> - -<p>A second rush, another rebuff.</p> - -<p>This was growing monotonous—really, it began to look -as though the unknown cavalier might be playing with -him.</p> - -<p>Nothing could arouse the devil in a Spanish heart -quicker than this suspicion.</p> - -<p>Humiliation is to the proud don worse than any other ill -save death—relieve him from this indignity and you can -have all else.</p> - -<p>So Julio, instead of taking warning from the ease with -which his assaults were turned aside, instead of calling -upon his patron saint for protection should this master of -the steel turn the tables and begin to assail him, only swore -the harder and went recklessly into the push.</p> - -<p>Their little imbroglio had by this time attracted considerable -attention.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> - -<p>Men called out to one another and came hurrying pell -mell to the scene—fond of cock fights and the meeting of -bull and <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">toreadors</i> in the arena, these fellows hailed a -street brawl as a special dispensation of Providence on -their behalf.</p> - -<p>Already a ring was forming, a ring composed of dark -visaged men, some Spanish soldiers, others natives of the -noble city of San Juan, but all desirous of observing the -exciting drama that was being played as if especially for -their particular benefit.</p> - -<p>All of which was bad for Roderic.</p> - -<p>No matter what measure of success followed his engagement -with Julio, he was apt to find it a serious matter -to escape an encounter with these hangers on, whose -sympathies seemed to be with the dancer, judging from -the way in which his name was coupled with cries of direct -encouragement.</p> - -<p>These same bravos urged Julio to make a third vicious -attack where prudence might have suggested that he cover -his weakness by falling back on the defense.</p> - -<p>Roderic thought the farce had gone far enough—he was -desirous of leaving the locality ere it became too hot for a -man of his description; and besides, there was at least a -small chance that this impassioned athlete who struck out -so blindly, regardless of his own uncovered condition, -might inflict an accidental wound.</p> - -<p>So he locked horns with the Spaniard and tripped him -up.</p> - -<p>Julio never knew how it was done, for he was a pigmy -in the hands of a master.</p> - -<p>He felt some tremendous power seize upon his person -so that he was borne irresistibly backward; at the same -time a sudden acute thrill of agony in his right wrist<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -caused him to drop his knife as though it had been scorching -his fingers.</p> - -<p>"Senor Julio," said the voice in his ear, "again I say it -was all a mistake—again I apologize for my hasty action. -You have defended your honor as became a true son of -Spain! There is no need of our seeking each other's life. -I am satisfied that I have met a brave man. Let us separate -in peace."</p> - -<p>This was said with such fervor as became a loyal subject -of young Alphonso—it carried such a subtle vein of -flattery in the adroit words that even the fiery son of Mars -Julio was proving himself to be might have been mollified, -only that a discovery flashed upon him at this critical -juncture.</p> - -<p>It was singular enough that he should set his eyes upon -an odd looking seal ring worn by his late antagonist, and -at this particular moment too of all times.</p> - -<p>Julio had never forgotten that ring—indeed, he had -carried a rough impression of it upon his cuticle for a -week or more, as a gentle reminder of Roderic's ability -as a boxer, for it seems that the two rivals had indeed -once come to blows in those days of old, though separated -quickly by mutual friends.</p> - -<p>However, such an impression is apt to be lasting—Julio -had seen the queer device of that signet ring many -times in his dreams, so that its unexpected appearance -just now and here was a rude shock.</p> - -<p>Roderic saw the stare and while at first he could not -comprehend its import, when he too cast his eyes upon his -hand he remembered.</p> - -<p>This was worse than he had expected—his identity -known to Julio what would prevent the hasty tempered -Spaniard, who still owed him a grudge for the blow received<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> -long ago, from publicly announcing his name to the -soldiers, who would pounce upon him like mad dogs.</p> - -<p>He had expected at the worst to be treated as a Spaniard—now -the bubble had burst.</p> - -<p>Was it to be flight?</p> - -<p>Involuntarily he looked around him—the circle had -doubled, aye, even trebled, and to break through such a -compact mass would require the battering powers of a -giant.</p> - -<p>What then?</p> - -<p>Must he draw his revolver and simply sell his life as -dearly as possible?</p> - -<p>It may be sweet to die for one's country, but most men -much prefer to live, especially when health and wealth -and honor are their inheritance by right of birth.</p> - -<p>Roderic never felt less like giving up the ghost in all -his life than he did just then.</p> - -<p>He had been far down below zero up to the moment -when he discovered that it was not Georgia who accompanied -Julio, and then of a sudden his spirits took a bound -that sent them away above fever heat; life assumed a rosy -hue, and happiness came again within his grasp.</p> - -<p>A man of remarkable resources in emergencies, Roderic -felt no dismay paralyze his limbs when he discovered how -next to impossible it was that he make his escape through -the crowd.</p> - -<p>There were other methods.</p> - -<p>He had made it a rule in life never to depend wholly -upon one source of income—to avoid the mistake of putting -all his eggs in one basket.</p> - -<p>Julio's scattered wits came back.</p> - -<p>He even smiled, but there was a devil in that smirk; a -gleam in his eyes that told of gloating triumph.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> - -<p>He had been easily beaten in the little game of the -knife, but there were still trump cards up his sleeve—he -laughed loudest who laughed last, and the time had -come for him to settle that long standing debt—the -scar of that wound had burned like wild fire every time -he looked at it, but it would cease to cry out for satisfaction -after this August night.</p> - -<p>"Aha! Senor Owen, 'tis thus we meet again. You -thought this lady was your sweet Georgia—you took -your life in your hands when you set out to discover the -truth. Again you have crossed my path—this time it is -your last. I shall turn to these brave soldiers of Spain -and tell them who you are. They will be very affectionate -Senor Owen, they will love you so well that every -mother's son will want a portion of your precious body -to remember this night by. Have you anything to say -before I give the word?"</p> - -<p>Roderic remembered how the judge when about to -pass sentence of death used words like this.</p> - -<p>He was mute—it would avail nothing after all, and -he did not intend the Spaniard should have the satisfaction -of hearing him plead.</p> - -<p>This trouble had come upon him through his own stupidity—the -burning in his chest, the unjust suspicions -that found lodgment in his mind urged him to take drastic -measures in order to learn the truth; and now that he -had found out just what it all meant he should not complain -if it came hard.</p> - -<p>"Ho! he has lost his tongue—or his knowledge of the -noble Spanish language fails him. <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Por Dios!</i> we shall see -how he can be made to lift up his voice, to cry like a -dog, to squeal like the pig he is, to beg for mercy. Now -Senor Hero of the Knife, take notice that it is I, Julio,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -the Maccarena dancer and bull fighter who contemptuously -tosses you to the tender mercies of these gentlemen -as I would a yellow cur."</p> - -<p>He turned to bawl his intelligence to the gaping crowd, -to proclaim the seeming dark faced stranger a wolf in -sheep's clothing, one of the hated Yengees who were -coming to destroy everything.</p> - -<p>Before he could burst out with his startling tale however, -the girl who had accompanied him took a sudden -part in the drama, springing forward and catching hold -of his arm as she cried:</p> - -<p>"You speak of Senor Owen, of Georgia—and a light -breaks in upon my mind. Julio, you <em>must</em> not go further—this -man should be safe from your malice. He has not -injured me—see, because of Leon I forgive him—I even -extend him my hand. Why not, when he loves the sister -and my heart belongs to the brother?"</p> - -<p>Then Roderic's turn came to be amazed, for these -words informed him of a strange fact—he remembered -the story Georgia had told him of her brother, and how -Leon had been saved by the daughter of the Spanish -governor in charge of Morro Castle—fate had brought -him face to face with that devoted girl, and through her -might he not learn where Leon could be found?</p> - -<p>Julio was the only obstacle, and Julio, having been several -times thwarted in his designs for a personal vengeance -upon this man who was so closely associated with -his past could not be easily placated.</p> - -<p>A pretty woman might have considerable influence -over him under ordinary conditions, but just now he -wanted blood and was bound to have his desires fulfilled.</p> - -<p>Accordingly he brushed the girl aside in an ugly manner -that betrayed his nasty temper—brushed her away<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> -as carelessly as one might dispose of a fly that persisted -in annoying the early morning nap of a sybarite.</p> - -<p>Then he gave tongue, denouncing the other in unmeasured -terms as a Yankee spy come to wreck their -forts, to betray the city, to do anything and everything -that was dreadful in the eyes of good loyal Spaniards.</p> - -<p>It made quite a striking scene, with the picturesque -Julio in his dashing garb thus violently shouting his -private opinion of Yankees in general and the one before -them in particular, while the beautiful daughter of Morro's -governor was clinging to his gesticulating arm and -endeavoring to overcome his mad language, the crowd -meanwhile beginning to shout answering cries that announced -their quick grasp of the situation.</p> - -<p>Roderic would not soon forget that picture, if he lived -through the adventure.</p> - -<p>Again he owed much to that love of fair play predominating -in the breast of gentle woman.</p> - -<p>It had however, gone beyond any power on her part -to prevent an explosion.</p> - -<p>If he escaped with a whole skin it must be through -his own exertions.</p> - -<p>Fortunately he was able to grasp the situation and bring -order out of seeming chaos.</p> - -<p>The one sweeping glance which he had taken around -had told him of an avenue where a desperate man could -find a chance.</p> - -<p>As in many parts of San Juan the houses in this narrow -<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">calle</i> were rich in the possession of balconies—Spaniards -would be lost without some such addition to -their homes, for the women live half of the time upon -these overhanging galleries.</p> - -<p>The sound of angry voices in the street had brought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> -a number of people out, and they were curious spectators -of what followed.</p> - -<p>Chance, or Providence, as you will, had taken Roderic -directly underneath one of these balconies.</p> - -<p>By raising his hands above his head he could just -touch it.</p> - -<p>To an agile man it was a small matter to give an upward -leap and secure a firm grasp above; nor did he -consider it any extraordinary feat to draw himself over -the railing after the manner of an athlete.</p> - -<p>Cries of astonishment announced that his intention -had become known to the crowd, and almost paralyzed -them.</p> - -<p>Mingled with these exclamations were shouts of rage -from those more disposed to action.</p> - -<p>Julio, being the nearest was the first to make a spring -for the swaying body of the Yankee, but miscalculating -the pendulum movement of his body he was just in time to -receive the full impetus of his forward swing.</p> - -<p>As a consequence he took a sudden tumble, bringing -up in the arms of the nearest soldiers.</p> - -<p>Roderic had good intentions, and was not to be thwarted -by such minor disturbances.</p> - -<p>This must be looked upon only as an incident, one of -those petty affairs which, when grasped in the general -run of events are to be throttled and cast aside.</p> - -<p>He continued his movement as unconcernedly as though -it were a private instead of a public exhibition, which -feature was one of the strongest points in Owen's general -make up.</p> - -<p>Several of the soldiers seemed to have some common -sense about them, or at least found inspiration in the -action led by Julio, for they too made a forward movement,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> -intending to clutch hold of Roderic's swaying body -ere he could snatch it out of their reach.</p> - -<p>That they were unsuccessful in this endeavor was not -so much their fault as their misfortune, since no one -could doubt the hearty enthusiasm with which they meant -to pull the Yankee's leg, an undertaking in general at -which Spanish regulars are usually proficient, especially -those who have attained officer's rank.</p> - -<p>The girl came between them and their intended victim—she -had saved one Yankee from barbarous treatment -at the hands of her people, and having thus entered the -field as a champion of the oppressed, considered that she -might as well continue her labors.</p> - -<p>Of course she could not effectually bar the enthusiastic -rush of the military forces, but for a few seconds she -served as an obstacle to their forward movement, and -even that brief time was enough for Roderic.</p> - -<p>He completed his deal.</p> - -<p>There was at least some satisfaction in the knowledge -that he stood temporarily out of the reach of those who -would destroy him.</p> - -<p>A partial success brings with it new difficulties, new -problems to be solved, and one must be always ready to -grapple with the forces that are thrown to the front.</p> - -<p>Owen did not consider that he had taken more than -the first step toward safety.</p> - -<p>The wolves were just below, clamoring for his blood, -for his sudden flight had crystalized the various shouts -into one mad outburst of rage.</p> - -<p>So far as he knew there was nothing to prevent some -of them from copying his example; he judged there must -be athletes enough in the throng for this business.</p> - -<p>It was not his purpose to remain there upon the balcony,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -and meet all comers in a Greco-Roman wrestle for the -mastery.</p> - -<p>He had started to escape, and it were useless lingering -longer in view of the rapidly growing throng.</p> - -<p>One way was open to him, through the house to which -the balcony was attached.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XX" id="Chapter_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX.<br /> - -<small>A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S.</small></h2> - - -<p>Some men have a passion for the uncertainties of -chance—they delight in wagering all they possess in the -shape of filthy lucre on the turn of a die.</p> - -<p>Doubtless such inveterate gamesters might have found -some satisfaction in Roderic's position when, upon turning -from the friendly balcony he pitched himself and his -fortunes through the open window of the house.</p> - -<p>All was uncertainty before him, and the seventh daughter -of a seventh daughter would have found it extremely -difficult to declare just what turn fortune's wheel was -about to take for him.</p> - -<p>Roderic himself experienced no pleasure in this groping -in the dark, and would have been much better satisfied -could he have known just what lay before him.</p> - -<p>However, there be times when one must accept philosophically -whatever favors the Fates choose to toss us -as they go swinging past—times when action is the only -resource left, and even at that one needs be wide awake -in order to take advantage of the opportunity.</p> - -<p>When he burst into the apartment Roderic heard a -feminine shriek, but his only thought was a door of -some sort that would give him egress.</p> - -<p>Fortunately he found this, more through good luck -than anything else.</p> - -<p>It brought him to a hall.</p> - -<p>Few though the seconds had been since his departure<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -from the balcony, he could already hear the lusty blows -that were being delivered upon the door of the house, -which, unless of far better material than the average -doors in San Juan must speedily succumb before the vigorous -assault.</p> - -<p>This meant that should he descend to the lower strata -in search of an outlet by way of court or garden or rear -exit of some sort he might be just in time to be overwhelmed -by the inflowing tide of eager hustling citizens -and soldiers.</p> - -<p>At the same time it would never do to stand still and -lose what little advantage he had gained.</p> - -<p>Perhaps even now some of his enemies were clambering -up to the balcony, since he had shown them the way.</p> - -<p>Roderic had at least retarded pursuit from that quarter -by closing the door after quitting the apartment from -whence the dismal shrieks sounded in a high pitched -female voice, and the others might not prove so successful -in finding the opening as he had been.</p> - -<p>He knew the peculiarities of Spanish houses.</p> - -<p>In all probability there was some means of reaching -the roof, though he hardly expected to find an <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">azotea</i> with -its flowers and place for lounging, as in the better class -of more isolated dwellings.</p> - -<p>Thus it came to pass that Roderic found himself crawling -through an opening at the top of a ladder, and thus -reaching the outer air.</p> - -<p>His enemies were giving tongue with all the eagerness -of a pack of hounds, and the quick and thrilling pulsation -of blows announced that as yet the stubborn door had -failed to yield before their vigorous assault.</p> - -<p>Just then, however, a crash followed by a chorus of -whoops and much laughter declared that success had -finally rewarded their efforts.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p> - -<p>Immediately the house would be swarming with the -seekers after Yankee blood—like rats they would dart -hither and thither, leaving no stone unturned in their -eagerness to find that which was lost.</p> - -<p>Roderic gave them his blessing.</p> - -<p>He had surveyed the situation and laid out his plan -of action like a wise general.</p> - -<p>It was necessary that he crawl over a number of roofs -before he could think of endeavoring to touch ground -again.</p> - -<p>This he managed to accomplish without discovery from -the street, and on the whole he had reason to be thankful -that no curious eyes had fastened upon him from neighboring -buildings.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the searchers were having a merry time of -it in the house that had been made the object of their -assault—it sounded as if Bedlam had broken loose in -that quarter, and the shrieks of the terrorized maiden -lady formed but a small proportion of the chorus that -arose.</p> - -<p>Roderic had found his opportunity to leave the roof -and reach a friendly deserted balcony.</p> - -<p>From this to the ground was but a small undertaking, -and he managed to accomplish it with the utmost ease.</p> - -<p>Thus triumph had followed his line of action.</p> - -<p>He was now free to return to the plaza or seek the -humble abode of his friend, under the roof of which he -could rest in peace.</p> - -<p>This should apparently have been his first thought, but -his action indicated that it was far removed from his -mind.</p> - -<p>Not that he was in such a reckless mood as to invite a -fresh attack from these desperadoes of the San Juan<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -streets—Roderic had simply become impressed with a -bright idea and was bent upon carrying it out.</p> - -<p>He had not forgotten that a wonderful fortune placed -him in communication with the very girl whom he desired -to meet—the only one who could tell him where to find -Leon de Brabant, because she had fled with him and was -in all probability his wife.</p> - -<p>Such a golden opportunity should not be neglected.</p> - -<p>Fortune had been kind but the same chance might not -occur again.</p> - -<p>To have a few words with her, to appoint a place of -future meeting, was the magnet that held Owen to the -spot even when ordinary discretion should have demanded -that he leave the dangerous neighborhood post haste.</p> - -<p>It would not be the first time on record that a charming -woman's presence has nailed a man to danger's cross, and -so long as the world lasts will the story be repeated.</p> - -<p>He did not believe there was much chance of his -identity being discovered, especially if he could avoid the -keen eye of that same Julio who had penetrated his disguise -before.</p> - -<p>In appearance he did not differ to any material extent -from the majority of those to be seen in the streets of -San Juan.</p> - -<p>Besides, all attention was at present centred on the -luckless dwelling that was being overhauled by a miscellaneous -assortment of soldiers and civilians. Some of -these enthusiasts had even clambered out upon the roof -and were eagerly searching for the fugitive in that -quarter.</p> - -<p>Wise men have before this time been known to lock -the stable door after the horse was stolen.</p> - -<p>Roderic was now among those who stood in the calle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -and chattering like a collection of magpies, kept their -regards fastened upon the wretched house whose balcony -had tempted the Yankee and thus precipitated trouble.</p> - -<p>His one thought of course, was the girl—had she -flitted from the spot because the clamor had alarmed her -soul?</p> - -<p>Perhaps she was not so unfamiliar with scenes of confusion, -since her father had been the governor of famous -old Morro Castle, under the walls of which many a remarkable -event has occurred since the days of the Virginius -affair, when American filibusters were shot down -by order of the Spanish authorities.</p> - -<p>At any rate she was still there, watching the house -where so much clamor arose, twisting and untwisting her -little hands in nervous anxiety.</p> - -<p>Thanks to Roderic's vandal hand her pretty face was -no longer screened by a veil, and more than one rough -soldier drank in the outlines of her charming features -with avidity.</p> - -<p>She was evidently deeply concerned in the outcome of -the search.</p> - -<p>Roderic should feel flattered at this evidence of approval -from so sincere a source.</p> - -<p>It was no time, however, to indulge in any foolish speculations, -or allow his masculine vanity a chance to arise.</p> - -<p>Julio was still on deck, and since his eyesight was apparently -as sound as ever, despite his rough treatment -at the hands of the Yankee, it would be a wretched mistake -to again come under his withering observation, for -on this occasion no friendly balcony might offer him an -asylum from the outstretched hands of the bolero dancer's -excited allies.</p> - -<p>So Roderic approached the spot where stood the girl—he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> -must exchange words with her, no matter what the -risk or the consequences—at least it was necessary that -some rendezvous be appointed where he could engage -her more fully in conversation.</p> - -<p>With this set object in view he drew near, and watching -his opportunity whispered:</p> - -<p>"Senorita—Leon's sister—turn this way!"</p> - -<p>She must have heard him, for she immediately forgot -to watch the house that was being searched, and -fastened her eyes on him.</p> - -<p>Roderic, fearing lest she might by means of some unwise -exclamation draw Julio's attention to him, had a -finger on his lips, indicating caution.</p> - -<p>He saw her start and knew she immediately suspected -his identity.</p> - -<p>Time was most valuable, and it was utterly out of the -question for him to learn what he desired while laboring -under such serious disadvantages.</p> - -<p>Besides, it was folly to run any more risk than was -absolutely necessary, and with such a good hater as the -dashing <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">bolero</i> dancer only three yards away, every second -he remained there increased his danger.</p> - -<p>At any rate he could not blame Leon for falling in love -with such a charming creature as the governor's daughter—Roderic -considered himself a fair judge of beauty, -even if he were not a connoisseur, and he saw a vision -of loveliness before him that might easily have disturbed -the sternest old anchorite.</p> - -<p>Another thing—he discovered traces of distinct resemblance -between this girl and the handsome Julio, so -that a suspicion as to their possible relationship flashed -into his mind.</p> - -<p>"Never mind how I escaped—I am here to speak to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -you. My object in entering this city is to find Leon—you -must take me to him—it is the price of my happiness -with Georgia—when and where can I see you again—appoint -a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">rendezvous</i>, I pray you."</p> - -<p>This is what he said hastily almost in her pretty ear—she -was quick of comprehension, and by the look upon her -face he knew she had grasped the situation.</p> - -<p>One glance she shot toward Julio, who just at the -moment <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'semed'">seemed</ins> deeply engrossed with the antics of the -men who were running over the roofs like a lot of monkeys.</p> - -<p>Roderic pressed even closer, eager to hear what she -might say, since it concerned his future state as connected -with Georgia.</p> - -<p>"At Senor Pedro Sanchez the tobacconist, on the Grand -Plaza—at eight o'clock—to-morrow—<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Madre de Dios</i> protect -you, senor! Do not longer delay!"</p> - -<p>It was enough.</p> - -<p>He knew he could find the place and keep the appointment. -Her warning was well timed too, for just as he -turned away Julio came to her side.</p> - -<p>It was a rare piece of good fortune that had kept him -away thus long.</p> - -<p>Julio seemed uneasy and suspicious—he even glanced -sharply at every one near by as though some inward -monitor warned him he was being outgeneraled.</p> - -<p>The bystanders were to all appearances quite innocent -of wrong intentions, and he could not run after the man -who walked away so composedly, demanding that he then -and there give an account of himself—those in whose -veins bounds the hot blood of Spain stand no such peremptory -challenges as that, and the answer just as likely -as not would be the drawn arm, the glint of polished<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -steel, the thud of a <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">cuchillo</i> striking home—ugh! he -wanted not of that sort.</p> - -<p>Oh! yes, Julio knew all about this, for his education -while neglected in some other particulars was quite up -to date when it came to the stir and danger of war—he -had been through many a little engagement himself -during his checkered career, and knew just what he -would do under similar conditions.</p> - -<p>Wherefore his exceeding caution.</p> - -<p>It was the development of this trait that had given -Julio so long a lease on life in spite of his many entanglements.</p> - -<p>Roderic now made it his business to quit the stirring -locality.</p> - -<p>Little he cared to what lengths the mob went in their -vigorous search—they could tear the old town wide open; -but he had good reason to doubt whether they would receive -any reward, since it was himself they sought, and -he had high hopes of continuing to avoid their clutches.</p> - -<p>The morning would find him on the plaza, with his -eyes fastened upon the tobacconist's jaunty little shop—did -he not know it well, for had he not many a time in -the past loitered in that same queer establishment, selecting -prime weeds from Senor Pedro's carefully arranged -stock, and discussing the affairs of the universe -with the white bearded philosopher who guided the destinies -of the rendezvous where men met and formed plans -and sought advice.</p> - -<p>Ah! that was in the good days of long ago, before -San Juan had heard the deep growl of hostile Yankee -guns, before it was a capital offense to be known as an -American in Porto Rico—halcyon days when Love's -brush painted all around him a rosy hue, when life's -horizon knew no cloud.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> - -<p>Since then he had suffered much, but thank heaven -it seemed as though the old state was about to once more -come upon him, and gold is doubly precious when refined -by fire.</p> - -<p>The clamor and confusion was left behind as he -passed along various narrow streets, heading once again -toward the Plaza Cristobal Colon.</p> - -<p>Minor things attracted him as in the happy past when -he knew no care—he even stopped where the sound of -guitars announced some entertainment under a canvas -shelter, and found his old acquaintances the gypsies in -their weird dance, dark skinned sons and daughters of the -warm Sierra Morena valleys.</p> - -<p>Other scenes, common enough in this section of the -capital, drew his attention, and he found a peculiar joy -in watching two humble lovers, he with his sturdy arm -about the maiden's waist, strolling along just beyond.</p> - -<p>Well satisfied with what had come to pass on this -particular night Roderic reached the cottage home of -his Cuban friend, and giving the signal knock was admitted.</p> - -<p>Wearied in body yet with a mind relieved from all -care he sought and found rest in sleep.</p> - -<p>With the coming of morning he was astir.</p> - -<p>Every one rises early in San Juan, for there is life -and vigor in the bracing air, a tonic that becomes a -necessity to these people who live in a semi-tropical region -that has never known frost, and where midday is stifling.</p> - -<p>Roderic had more than ordinary reasons for rising -early on this morning—one can look with considerable -pleasure upon that day whose dawn promises to usher in -the greatest blessing on earth for him, and this was the -extent of his hopes in connection with the governor's -daughter who had saved Leon.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p> - -<p>When he issued forth he found that an unusual stir -pervaded the town.</p> - -<p>Some military movement was on the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tapis</i>, and he presumed -that it could only be one of considerable importance, -judging from the bustle that pervaded even this -portion of the town.</p> - -<p>Maneuvers were usually confined to those sections -where the streets were wider and a better class of citizens -could enjoy the brilliant spectacle; for no soldiers like -appreciation more than those of Spain.</p> - -<p>Curiosity might have led Roderic to look into this -matter a little more deeply, but just at present he had -his time well occupied, and besides, it mattered very little -to General Miles what the soldier garrison of San Juan did, -since they were doomed to capture at no distant day, -squirm and struggle as they pleased.</p> - -<p>Breakfast first, and this he secured at a cafe where -many men had gathered to drink their coffee and talk -over the exciting events about to transpire in the Antilles. -They had no hesitation in expressing sympathy with the -American arms for this was not Cuba—even the Spanish -soldiers in Porto Rico had a leaning toward the Yankees—there -was far less bitterness shown than in Havana, -for the people were more independent. The sensation of -liberty was in the air, and men seemed to feel the new -strength that was soon to make them a section of the -Western giant—they had known for some time what Destiny -had in store for Porto Rico, and patiently awaited -the glorious dawn of that blessed day, instead of the -useless struggles of years, that would sap their powers, -and blight their beloved land, even as Cuba had been, with -the incendiary's torch and the bushwhacker's rifle.</p> - -<p>The day for their reward was coming, and once the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -stars and stripes had been planted on Spain's colony's -sacred soil, it was there to stay, whether that land be -Cuba, Porto Rico, the Ladrones or the far away Philippines.</p> - -<p>It was now near the hour when he had agreed to meet -the girl, so Roderic made his way toward the plaza. -While this place lacked much of the charm that is always -associated with myriads of lights, moving gayly dressed -throngs and stirring open air concerts, it was full of -people about this hour of the day since the summer sun -would chase people indoors long before noon.</p> - -<p>He came down in the quarter where the quaint little -shop of the tobacconist was to be found, and kept his -eyes eagerly on the alert for a figure that would, as he -remembered, remind him of Georgia's.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXI" id="Chapter_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI.<br /> - -<small>THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN.</small></h2> - - -<p>At first Roderic only met with disappointment, for -while people were continually passing, and some even -went in and out of Senor Pedro's little shop, none upon -whom his observation fell seemed to bear any resemblance -to the one for whom he sought.</p> - -<p>This suspense only increased his eagerness.</p> - -<p>No doubt it would have been stronger had he expected -to meet Georgia; but his business on this August morning -was closely connected with her after all, since in the -governor's daughter he saw, not a beautiful girl who had -fascinated him but a messenger bringing hopes of a bright -future.</p> - -<p>For once Roderic was unconscious of the fact that -he seemed to be an object of deep interest to some member -of the fair sex seated on a balcony not far away.</p> - -<p>She had her face partially concealed by the filmy lace -so thoroughly a part of a Spanish woman's toilet, and -this she manipulated in such a way that even a dear friend -passing by might never have suspected her identity.</p> - -<p>Something about Roderic appeared to have attracted -her attention—perhaps it was the fact of his haunting -that immediate vicinity, perhaps his manly showing that -appealed to her heart, it might even be possible that she -believed she knew him.</p> - -<p>Many opportunities were given for a careful examination -of his walk and carriage, and the more this unknown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> -senorita looked the deeper grew her interest until at last -she exclaimed softly, yet with no little rapture:</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Madre de Dios!</i> it is no other than he—there cannot -be two men so fashioned by Heaven, so perfect in figure, -so brave in movement, so altogether charming; but what -does he seek—what the object of his tramp back and -forward?"</p> - -<p>Evidently milady of the balcony entertained the warmest -affection for the party whose identity she thought she -had discovered under Roderic's disguise.</p> - -<p>Her curiosity being aroused she began to cast about for -some object that would explain this sentinel tramp of the -man on the plaza.</p> - -<p>It was not long before she decided that his interest -was wholly taken up with the little shop of the plaza -tobacconist.</p> - -<p>Now doubtless the quaint establishment of Senor Pedro -was a gem in its way, and worthy of considerable notice—she -chanced to know it well and that many lovers were -wont to designate it as a point near which they appointed -a rendezvous—indeed, certain tender memories even made -her gentle bosom heave, and a sigh escaped her lips as -she looked again at the shop.</p> - -<p>But there must be some other reason why this man -of the striking figure, and walk so energetic, so different -from the usual run of Spaniard or native Porto Rican -should haunt the vicinity.</p> - -<p>"Ah! he expects some one—he has friends in San Juan -he said—it is a rendezvous for business. How little does -he dream that eyes filled with tender love are on him. -I do not think I can much longer refrain from letting him -know—our old signal, ah! how he would hasten thither -did I but dare to give it. The temptation is irresistible.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> -<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Carramba!</i> I love him so, why should I resist since he is -mine. How he will turn and look around, and when I -make one beckoning movement, ah, me, with the speed -of love he will fly to me. All else is forgotten—my -hungry heart clamors for the sound of his voice, which -is life and light to me. Yes, I will cast prudence to the -winds—the spell of his presence is over me—to feel the -warm clasp of his hand, to hear his voice that has haunted -my dreams tell me again how he loves only me—ah, that -will be Heaven on earth. And to think I can enter Paradise -just by one little bird whistle—ah! what delightful -suspense while I linger and anticipate; but it is cruelty to -him I love. So then, the signal that has often in the past -called him to my side."</p> - -<p>It chanced, however, that whatever this signal may -have been she did not make it just then.</p> - -<p>On the contrary, bending forward she watched the man -on the plaza with new interest, a different feeling having -crept like an icy hand into her heart.</p> - -<p>There was reason.</p> - -<p>Roderic's slow saunter had become a quick walk, and -in his whole attitude could be seen an eagerness that animated -his frame—in a word he had become electrified.</p> - -<p>No signal had been given, but his eyes had fallen upon -a veiled female figure that came along the plaza.</p> - -<p>They would meet in front of Senor Pedro's establishment, -just as scores of couples had met time without -mind.</p> - -<p>This fact appeared to stamp itself upon the mind of -the looker on—it was apparently one of the first things -she thought of.</p> - -<p>"The same place that was so sacred to me, and he -goes to greet another there. Am I awake or is this some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -terrible dream. See, they meet, he holds out his hand—how -eagerly he takes hers and raises it to his lips. And -she—I cannot see her face, but what is this—so like in -figure in her walk—surely my soul remains here on the -balcony while my human form has gone to meet its king. -And yet—and yet, how can it be so? Would to Heaven -she might but remove her veil if but for one moment that -I might see whether I dream or really see him with another. -Could she have heard my wish—she raises her -hand, she brushes aside the veil as though he but had to -ask the favor. Be still, treacherous, sorely wounded -heart. What beauty, what ravishing charms be in that -face. And how I could hate it if, perdition take the -thought, it has come between <em>us!</em>"</p> - -<p>All desire to give the signal had now fled.</p> - -<p>She simply crouched there in the balcony with a bruised -heart, smothering her groans, and watched the couple -sauntering about the plaza.</p> - -<p>Roderic, poor fellow, utterly unconscious of the fact -that he was giving pain to a heart that yearned for him, -continued to promenade with the governor's daughter.</p> - -<p>There were others on the plaza, and the couple attracted -no particular attention save from this one interested -quarter.</p> - -<p>Of course he was deeply interested in what his companion -was saying.</p> - -<p>It had a very intimate association with the happy and -glorious future he had mapped out for himself and the -girl he loved.</p> - -<p>Perhaps his manner appeared devoted according to the -film that jealousy cast upon the eyes of she who watched -from above.</p> - -<p>But surely Roderic did not mean it to be so.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span></p> - -<p>The governor's daughter came to him as a messenger, -an angel bearing good news, and as a gentleman how -could he be other than attentive—who could be a boor -when his companion was a pretty woman?</p> - -<p>Alas! he little suspected how in the eager effort to -further the cause of his happiness he was heaping up coals -of fire with which to inflict torture upon himself and she -whom he loved.</p> - -<p>When all had been told and arrangements made for -a future meeting, the girl left him.</p> - -<p>Roderic had imbibed some of the courtly ways of these -people, and it was not at all strange that he should again -raise the hand she gave him to his lips.</p> - -<p>The action however, might be misconstrued.</p> - -<p>He had heard much that interested him, and besides -found desperate work cut out ahead, if he hoped to save -Leon, who was in deadly danger.</p> - -<p>Hence, when once more alone he thought to indulge -in a cigar so that he might consider the whole case, and -form plans for the immediate future. To those who are -accustomed to the solace of a weed the necessity of this -step can be understood and needs no apology.</p> - -<p>Roderic, having a glorious destiny opening before -him, and being in the possession of unbounded health -and strength, enjoyed the first part of that cigar immensely.</p> - -<p>He never knew what the balance was like.</p> - -<p>For a shock came upon him, a shock that was entirely -unexpected, and which left him so stunned that a Wheeling -stogie would have appeared as a prime Havana in -his estimation.</p> - -<p>What more could be said?</p> - -<p>As he turned in his walk he suddenly discovered a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -veiled figure approaching—walk and figure declared that -it could be no other than the governor's daughter—she -had forgotten something and had returned to tell him.</p> - -<p>Roderic's step quickened as he hastened to meet her -now faltering advance.</p> - -<p>Naturally enough he smiled pleasantly—why not, under -such conditions?</p> - -<p>Alas! that one's motives may be misconstrued—that a -fever raging in the heart may distort even the most common-place -action.</p> - -<p>"Ah! you have relented—you will not tear yourself -away so soon—you have thought of something else that -may have an importance bearing upon our plans—plans -that if properly carried out mean happiness for both of -us. Yes, I rejoice to see you return, as I was in something -of a dilemma and perhaps you can help me out."</p> - -<p>He had extended his hand impulsively but she refused -to see it.</p> - -<p>"You are not angry, senorita—I have not offended you -in any way, I trust: I should never forgive myself if it -were so," he said.</p> - -<p>Perhaps the anxiety in his tone was strong—at any rate -she seemed to tremble with half suppressed emotion and -shrank back.</p> - -<p>Roderic became more impressed and concerned.</p> - -<p>"You do not speak—you <em>are</em> offended, clown that I am -to have said or done something unwittingly that has hurt -your feelings. Senorita, pray pardon me—restore me -to your favor, I beg."</p> - -<p>While he was thus apologizing, for what he himself did -not have the least idea, Roderic could not refrain from -thoughts of an altogether different nature, and which -must have run something in this vein:</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Now bless my soul if I know what to do in such a -case. Ten minutes ago she left me full of spirits and -as warmly disposed as one could wish—now she returns -and deigns not to even accept my hand. Duse take it, -women are all alike, mysteries to me. What have I done -in the interim—lighted a cigar and wrapped myself up -in thought. It's a good enough cigar, too," casting a -dubious glance at the weed as if some vague and monstrous -suspicion had arisen in his mind that the inoffensive -weed might have something to do with the matter.</p> - -<p>Then light broke in upon him—it came from her.</p> - -<p>"I do not speak, you say—it is because I am overcome -with surprise, mortification, despair—because I have -learned that you have deceived me, that you are a traitor!" -came from under the veil.</p> - -<p>Roderic was almost paralyzed at first.</p> - -<p>The figure, the walk might be that of the governor's -daughter, but the voice was no other than Georgia's.</p> - -<p>Over his face flashed a look of joy, for his heart leaped -to meet its mistress.</p> - -<p>"Georgia—is it you—I thought, I believed—"</p> - -<p>She stopped his stammering exclamations of mingled -delight and explanation.</p> - -<p>"I do not care to hear what you would say, Senor -Owen. After this day, this hour, we must meet as -strangers," she said, with difficulty controlling her emotion.</p> - -<p>"This is cruel—you cannot mean it, when I am risking -my life here in your cause. You say that but to prove -me, Georgia."</p> - -<p>"I mean every word of it. Think not I have no eyes, -Senor Owen—I have seen all. Doubtless your risk has -been considerably ameliorated by the pleasant company -you are forced to seek."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then he knew what she meant.</p> - -<p>The shoe was on the other foot—it had come her turn -to show jealousy.</p> - -<p>"Georgia, I can explain everything——"</p> - -<p>"I refuse to listen, knowing how weak I should be under -the sound of your voice."</p> - -<p>"I swear you wrong me."</p> - -<p>"Senor, I saw everything—you might tell me a wonderful -tale, but I could never forget."</p> - -<p>"Georgia, for the last time I implore you to give me -a hearing—that girl——"</p> - -<p>"Stop, do not dare to mention her to me, sir. I refuse -to hear even her name."</p> - -<p>She had thrown back her veil, showing her indignant -face, her blazing midnight eyes and Roderic, who had -never yet seen her in this mood was appalled.</p> - -<p>"Since you command it I shall say no more. Once I -condemned you unheard and God knows I paid dearly -for the error. Now, with even less reason you have accused -me, and refuse to let me explain. Very good, -senorita, I too can be proud—it must be you who bridges -over this abyss if it is ever accomplished. Meanwhile -I shall go my way and find Leon, thanks to the lady you -have so bitterly condemned."</p> - -<p>He turned with a bow and left her there.</p> - -<p>Roderic was cut to the quick to think that she could -suspect him of being unfaithful after all he had given -up for her sake.</p> - -<p>It might seem as though he would have great patience -with one whom he loved and who was passing through -the same bitter error that had once engulfed him.</p> - -<p>Alas! human nature is not so constituted.</p> - -<p>His pride was touched and he believed he had -gone far enough to explain.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p> - -<p>Ten words, had she allowed him to say them, would -have removed the cause for doubt and suspicion; but as -imperiously as a young queen, she had forbidden him -to speak, and therefore like a lamb led to the altar he -would not open his mouth again to plead his cause.</p> - -<p>The hour would come, when Leon was restored to her, -and she saw in his devoted wife the lovely woman whose -association with Roderic had so aroused her jealousy—that -hour would witness his triumph—it would balance -the account and thus they could start afresh.</p> - -<p>So Roderic indulged in philosophical reflections to -bolster up his courage.</p> - -<p>But he smoked no more that morning.</p> - -<p>Georgia had stood there where he had left her as -though incapable of action—once she stretched out a -hand after his retreating form, and a low cry bubbled -from her lips, now hidden by the veil; but by no movement -or outcry did she attempt to recall him.</p> - -<p>"It is better that I should die than live to be deceived. -He would explain, but how could my eyes deceive me? -And she was so beautiful, when he kissed her hand. Oh! -it was cruel, and he, my Roderic is like all men, a perfidious -monster. I may not forget him but I shall try -to learn to <em>hate</em> him."</p> - -<p>Evidently she believed she had a big contract on hand. -Then her better nature, urged by the love that nestled in -her heart, had an inning.</p> - -<p>"He kissed her hand—true, yet since when has that -become a crime that men should be condemned because -of it? Last night did not General Parrado raise my -hand to his lips respectfully. I wonder whether he was -pilloried for it this morning by the Lady who Must be -Obeyed. What did he say—"find Leon, thanks to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -lady you have so bitterly condemned." Have I done -wrong—is he still true? Oh! weak heart, how you cling -to your idol—oh! yearning soul, with what power may -I tear your clinging tendrils away from the oak around -which they have grown? It will be death to the vine—death -to poor wretched me."</p> - -<p>She returned slowly to the house, hoping that Roderic -would repent his rash resolve and return to give her another -chance.</p> - -<p>But alas, he came not, for the wound was too fresh, -and the salt that had been rubbed into it smarted too -fiercely.</p> - -<p>Upon the balcony Georgia spent all of the day save -the hours for <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">siesta</i>—she watched eagerly those who -went up and down the plaza, yet no sign came from the -one beloved.</p> - -<p>By degrees the full realization of her desolation came -upon her.</p> - -<p>"I have chased him from me—with scorn and bitterness -have I sent my Roderic away, and he will come no -more. Woe is me, wretched Georgia. He swore by the -stars, by everything he held sacred, yes, even by the -grave of his sainted mother that he loved only me. And -I have refused to hear him. He will never seek me again. -Night's shades are falling and without his assistance I -must venture into the jaws of danger—for Leon's sake. -Heaven forgive me and crush my haughty heart because -it has made him suffer. Heaven give me a chance to -atone for my pride, for the insult put upon him."</p> - -<p>And thus lamenting the prettiest girl in all San Juan -saw the lights begin to gleam in the island capital.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXII" id="Chapter_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII.<br /> - -<small>TO THE OLD FORTRESS.</small></h2> - - -<p>There was one remarkably good trait about Owen—he -had a powerful will, and when he chose could concentrate -all his abilities upon a certain subject, to the exclusion -of everything else.</p> - -<p>It pleased him to nurse his grievances for a time—what -badly used biped would not be addicted to the same -luxury.</p> - -<p>Then, with a mighty upheaval he cast the whole load -from him.</p> - -<p>The public weal demanded his full attention and private -woes must take a back seat.</p> - -<p>For the present, therefore, he effaced cruel Georgia -from his mind, and resolutely set his shoulder to the -wheel.</p> - -<p>Roderic was himself again, calm, shrewd and with a -contempt for danger that might take him to the border -land of reckless endeavor, though he usually knew how -to check this in good time to make it a servant rather -than a master.</p> - -<p>The day had gone.</p> - -<p>Alas! he had thought to mark it down with a white -cross as one that would take him a long step nearer Elysium; -but instead it was to be distinguished by a red -mark.</p> - -<p>Was there a fatality in his love for Georgia?</p> - -<p>Were they doomed never to know happiness?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> - -<p>That was the last uneasy thought that came to him ere -he shut the whole scene out of his mind, as a rain squall -envelopes the landscape.</p> - -<p>It was no ordinary affair which Roderic now took up; -at least it promised to afford considerable danger, and -would call for a display of energy on his part, of no -mean calibre.</p> - -<p>He went into it with a grim feeling such as he could -not remember experiencing on any previous occasion.</p> - -<p>Perhaps this was caused in part by the dead weight -upon his mind, for it was singular that he should be placing -his life in jeopardy in order to please a girl who had -jilted him, cast him aside like a worn-out glove.</p> - -<p>It added to the piquancy of the thing, but Roderic could -not say he hoped for a repetition.</p> - -<p>The governor's daughter had given him strange information -about Leon.</p> - -<p>This brother of Georgia seemed fated to see the inside -of more than one Spanish prison. His experience in -Morro Castle, from whence he escaped through the -assistance of the girl who had fallen in love with him, -one would think must have been quite enough in that -line; but he had somehow or other again fallen into the -hands of his foes.</p> - -<p>Thus it happened that he had been in the San Juan -prison, condemned to exile, on the morning of the memorable -twelfth of May, when about daybreak Sampson's -powerful fleet opened on the forts and were in turn -barked at by the bold Spanish gunners, who showed -their bravery if they did no damage.</p> - -<p>It happened that the prison was probably the most exposed -building in the city, lying as it did between the fleet -and the pulverine, the gallery of it fronting on the harbor.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> - -<p>Without warning a shell exploded in the wall, and -that side of the building became a wreck.</p> - -<p>Bricks and <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">debris</i> flew in every direction, and all who -were in the apartment with Leon found themselves on -their backs.</p> - -<p>Such a chorus of frightened shouts went up—demoralization -reigned supreme.</p> - -<p>But Leon, who had not been seriously injured, was -quick to see that once again the Providence that seemed -to watch over his fortunes had interposed in a miraculous -manner to save him—the Yankee shell in its inquisitive -search for the most available Spanish property -to destroy had torn out almost one side of the prison, and -through the gaping aperture freedom beckoned.</p> - -<p>So he had crawled out, covered with dust and bearing -several wounds where the flying bricks had come -in contact with his person.</p> - -<p>Two days later he had been again seized, being betrayed -by a negro in whom he and his lovely wife had -unwisely placed confidence.</p> - -<p>From that day on he had been kept in close confinement, -and finally again brought to trial. This time conviction -was followed with a still more severe penalty—he was -doomed to be shot.</p> - -<p>Roderic learned the whole story—it would not pay to -take time to give the details—one who had sought the -governor's daughter's hand and been coldly received had -been elevated to a high military position in Porto Rico, -and found himself in a way to visit his miserable displeasure -upon the man who succeeded where he failed.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he hoped to win the widow—Heaven only -knows, for some knaves have assurance enough to offer -a hand red with a husband's blood to the heart-broken -beauty who mourns his loss.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p> - -<p>At any rate this was the situation that demanded Roderic's -attention.</p> - -<p>It was serious enough to call for determined effort on -his part.</p> - -<p>True, he had never as yet met Leon, but somehow a -deep interest in the young Porto Rican's fate had taken -possession of him—when a man has supped many times -with adventure, he experiences a sympathetic feeling for -one who had also rubbed up against the hard side of -life.</p> - -<p>Besides, Leon was <em>her</em> brother, and anything that was -in the remotest degree connected with Georgia appealed -to his chivalrous nature.</p> - -<p>Last of all he had promised, aye, taken a solemn vow, -that he would find Leon, and this being interpreted meant -that should the young man be in a predicament of any -sort it would be his business and his pleasure to succor -him if such a thing lay in the bounds of human <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'posibility'">possibility</ins>.</p> - -<p>Roderic had means of communication abroad.</p> - -<p>A cablegram sent from Europe to a certain correspondent -in New York would be immediately transmitted to -another point in the West Indies, possibly San Domingo, -where the message would be put in the form of a letter -and sent to an imaginary Spaniard at San Juan.</p> - -<p>Thus it happened that when he returned to the humble -roof that sheltered him, when evening drew on apace, he -found there a well thumbed missive which upon being -hastily opened contained this sanguine message:</p> - -<p>"Have broken the bank at Monte Carlo. Will sail to -join you to-morrow."</p> - -<p>Roderic laughed—he could not help it.</p> - -<p>Darby had longed for a chance to try some peculiar<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -combination he had hatched up upon the great gambling -centre, and this opportunity had appeared a wonderful -favor.</p> - -<p>The chance was one in a million, yet it had actually -come to pass.</p> - -<p>"I've heard the song about the man who broke the bank -at Monte Carlo, but never dreamed I would in any way be -instrumental in sending a representative there who would -do that same thing. Good for Darby, lucky fellow. By -the way, I wonder does that charming adventuress sail -with him—if so the chances are ten to one the fortune he -has won will not be in his possession long. Well, it must -be some time before he can join me, unless he manages to -board some Spanish steamer, taking the guise of a don; -and such vessels are exceedingly scarce on the high seas -now."</p> - -<p>With that he lighted the paper and destroyed every -trace of Spanish chirography.</p> - -<p>Once again he turned his full attention toward the rescue -of Leon.</p> - -<p>Other elements were working toward that same end, -yet of this fact Roderic was of course profoundly ignorant, -and he labored on as though only through his endeavors -could the man condemned to be shot find a chance -for safety.</p> - -<p>He had laid out his plans after the manner of a general -who goes to war.</p> - -<p>Every little detail had to be looked into, and arrangements -made whereby a secondary battery could be brought -to bear, should the first fail to prove effective.</p> - -<p>It was perhaps unfortunate that he would have to work -single handed, because he knew of no one in all San Juan -whom he could thoroughly trust in this matter of life and -death.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> - -<p>How he missed Darby—what a tower of strength the -man would have been to him just now.</p> - -<p>Roderic however, never sighed for the moon; when he -could not have what he wanted he was philosophical -enough to drop the subject and content himself with what -he had.</p> - -<p>The man with whom he had taken up his temporary -abode in San Juan was a faithful fellow, but lacked the -ability to serve him in this emergency when so much depended -on the move of a hand or the exact carrying out of -prearranged plans.</p> - -<p>Roderic had indeed asked numerous questions, and the -information received, added to what he already knew from -personal experience, placed him in a position to "carry the -war into Africa."</p> - -<p>Leon was confined in an old fortress that presented a -most picturesque appearance by moonlight, and would -have made an excellent subject for amateur photographers, -yet possessed few elements of modern strength.</p> - -<p>Like St. John's church, it had received a few compliments -from Sampson's fleet, which gaping apertures, -together with accumulated <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">debris</i>, only served to add to -the picturesque confusion.</p> - -<p>Roderic had prowled about this neighborhood considerably -during the day, careful not to attract attention, yet -with the desire to learn the actual lay of the land, so that -even under cover of darkness he would be able to move -with at least a fair degree of certainty.</p> - -<p>It presented a good view of the bay and harbor, the governor -general's palace on the point and the few vessels in -the harbor, chief of which was the Spanish torpedo boat -destroyer Terror.</p> - -<p>Roderic had cast longing looks toward the trim steam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -yacht anchored there, from the stern of which whipped -the Union Jack of England—he would have given much -for an opportunity to interest Cleo in his daring scheme, -and in Captain Beven he knew he could have had an able -coadjutor, for the sailor liked nothing better than adventure.</p> - -<p>Still, Roderic had believed it was best not to seek an -audience with his cousin—he did not wish to drag her into -the risky game if he could help it.</p> - -<p>Perhaps—who can tell—some peculiar sense of honor -held him back—perhaps he reasoned that as this desperate -move on his part, this contemplated rescue of Leon from a -Spanish dungeon and death at sunrise, was but a link in -the chain of his suit for the love of Georgia, it would be -adding insult to injury did he endeavor to enlist Cleo's -services in behalf of the venture.</p> - -<p>One thing he had determined to do—it was really forced -upon him as a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">dernier ressort</i>, since there was no other -means of getting Leon out of the country after his escape -from prison had been effected, if he were so fortunate as -to accomplish this.</p> - -<p>He had a note written to Cleo in his pocket and this he -meant that Leon and his wife should deliver in person -aboard the yacht.</p> - -<p>That Cleo would find means of hiding them on board -until the Dreadnaught sailed for Jamaica he never once -doubted.</p> - -<p>With some anxiety he studied the heavens and the conditions -of the weather, for what this August night brought -in its train was a matter of considerable importance to -him.</p> - -<p>There would be a moon, very near the full, but clouds -promised to shut it from view, at least the major portion -of the time.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span></p> - -<p>Roderic counted this as an especial favor in his direction.</p> - -<p>He meant to take advantage of it.</p> - -<p>All minor matters had been positively arranged, even to -the boat in which they were to be carried to the English -yacht, and this was in itself a very important factor in the -game, one that by any neglect in making up the programme -might have proved a fatal error.</p> - -<p>He killed time in the early evening by loitering around -the coffee houses and hearing the various opinions expressed -by Spanish soldiers and San Juan citizens regarding -the immediate future of the city, for it was generally -known that Ponce had fallen into the hands of the aggressive -Yankees, and that the "thin blue line" was advancing -across the country in the direction of the north coast, capturing -everything <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en route</i>, even to the hearts of the people, -who hailed the Americans as their deliverers.</p> - -<p>It was a distinct pleasure to Roderic to know that the -army of occupation had landed on the soil of Spain's finest -colony, for he realized that the glorious flag of liberty once -planted would never be taken down again.</p> - -<p>San Juan did not worry.</p> - -<p>Indeed, the city probably never looked more gay than -on this August night, when, after an unusually torrid day -the cool ocean breeze, following the rain, invited every -one to loiter out of doors, and join in the characteristic -Spanish holiday season.</p> - -<p>To Roderic these light hearted people were the greatest -of all mysteries.</p> - -<p>If New York city were threatened by a hostile army, -and its speedy capture as good as insured, he could imagine -the fearful panic that must take place, how white -faced women, and men too, would throng the streets laden<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> -with precious household goods, seeking some avenue of -escape.</p> - -<p>Yet here was a city that had already experienced some -of the horrors of a bombardment and with another in -prospect, probably of a more drastic nature, giving itself -up to pleasure as wholly as though peace ruled the camp, -the fleet and the grove.</p> - -<p>It was astonishing, marvelous!</p> - -<p>Roderic of course knew the reason—he had made a -close study of Spanish character, and found that like the -Southern plantation negro these sons and daughters of -Iberia never worry save over the troubles of the immediate -present.</p> - -<p>Let the future take care of itself—on with the dance—what -if trouble does come, that will be "<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">manana</i>," to-morrow, -and why should they worry until the time arrives?</p> - -<p>Bah! when the first shell from the monitors and battle -ships goes shrieking over the forts to explode perhaps -among the houses of the town—that will be time enough -to show anxiety, and once started they can make up for -wasted opportunities.</p> - -<p>Such is the settled policy of these people, no matter -where found, and it is the main reason why they are outstripped -in the race by such energetic, wide awake, ever -ready to seize an open opportunity nations as the Anglo -Saxons and Teutons.</p> - -<p>Spain has accomplished her work on the earth, a savage -and cruel one in many respects, yet fraught with much -daring—she it was who centuries back sent her bold navigators -to the ends of the little known world to plant the -yellow and crimson banner there—her barbarous methods -of government led each of her numerous colonies in turn -to revolt and declare the shackles broken from their limbs,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> -but Spain never changed her policy as did Great Britain -after losing the United States.</p> - -<p>With the end of her late war Spain found herself virtually -stripped of colonial possessions, and from this time -forward she must live within herself—her cruel but in -one sense necessary work in opening the world to light has -been finished and she will never again know the glory that -has been hers in the past.</p> - -<p>Roderic often thought over these things, for they were -very pertinent to the subject, and every true blue Yankee -must at times consider the future of these glorious islands -thus coming into possession of the great republic.</p> - -<p>Thus he killed time while waiting for the night to move -on.</p> - -<p>It was best that he delay his desperate work until San -Juan had at least in a measure quieted down, since there -was more chance of the sentries being careless, and less -fear of running against citizens in the street after the rescue -should have been effected.</p> - -<p>The minutes dragged, for he was eager to get to work—like -a war horse that paws the ground and tugs at his -halter when the distant booming of guns and the pungent -scent of burnt powder announce the battle to have begun.</p> - -<p>At length his patience gave out.</p> - -<p>By stretching a point the time had come for him to advance -on the outer works, for which he was extremely -grateful; with a sigh of genuine relief he threw off the -incubus that had borne so heavily upon him during this -delay, and set his face toward the ancient fortress that -had seen almost every event of interest happening in San -Juan from the days of that gallant adventurer and seeker -after the Fountain of Youth, Ponce de Leon.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXIII" id="Chapter_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.<br /> - -<small>HOW THEY WENT IN.</small></h2> - - -<p>The battlements and towers of the old fortification -stood up grimly against the clouded heavens when Roderic -drew near—just as they had reared themselves for -centuries, and looked down upon many of the strangest -scenes marking the history of new America.</p> - -<p>Roderic had considerable respect for antiquity, and -yielded the palm to none when it came to holding in reverence -such wonderful mementoes of the past; but common -sense triumphed over such feelings, and when necessity -demanded that he should push the sanctity of age and tradition -into the background, he never hesitated.</p> - -<p>Should the success of his avowed undertaking be in -peril he would feel it incumbent upon himself to walk -roughshod over the range and even destroy if necessary -the finest and most venerated relic of olden days.</p> - -<p>Such is the price of American progress—a musty -disease breeding old palace must be transformed into a -modern hive of industry or be leveled to the ground in -order to make way for some edifice of more value to humanity; -for these Americans are a practical people of to-day, -seeking not to perpetuate the evils of the dead past, -but to raise up the masses to a higher plane where they -may enjoy the fruits of their labor, reap the benefits of -free education and worship God in their own way, irrespective -of church and state.</p> - -<p>It was well known to Owen that Spanish sentries,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -Mauser in hand, patroled the walls and corridors of the -old building.</p> - -<p>He had even marked as minutely as possible where each -soldier's beat began and ended, for it is such little things -as this that count in the long run, often most unexpectedly.</p> - -<p>It appeared to be a formidable task for one American -to undertake—seldom had a heavier load been placed upon -a single pair of shoulders; but fortunately this man was -singularly well equipped for the task, since his previous -work for years had always been in this same line.</p> - -<p>He therefore viewed the great ragged pile of ancient -masonry, over which the banner of Castile and Aragon -flapped in the night breeze, with something of the gladiator's -spirit when he was wont to face a tiger in the arena—the -immensity of the task aroused every atom of determination, -quickened his blood and caused him to feel -an eagerness to open hostilities.</p> - -<p>All seemed quiet.</p> - -<p>Not far away lay the great barracks of the Spanish soldiers, -and he could even hear them call out at times.</p> - -<p>This lent additional piquancy to the game—when it became -necessary to snatch a condemned prisoner from the -very heart of the Spanish camp, the glory attending success -would be all the greater.</p> - -<p>Not that Roderic sought additional sources of danger—he -would have been satisfied with much less, since his one -purpose was to save Leon and win his sister.</p> - -<p>A clock in the city boomed the hour.</p> - -<p>"I am on time—now to see if my fellow laborer has -reached the rendezvous," Roderic muttered.</p> - -<p>At one point the shadow of the corner tower fell athwart -the white road and here he turned.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> - -<p>A little birdlike trill greeted his ears—it might have -proceeded from some feathered songster ensconced among -the leafy vines that covered the rugged wall, and which -had been disturbed by his stealthy advance.</p> - -<p>The American seemed to believe otherwise, for he -quickly imitated the sound.</p> - -<p>Whereupon there appeared a figure from behind a buttressed -base of the tower wall, a figure that approached -him at first eagerly, then coyly.</p> - -<p>Roderic took several steps forward to meet the half unwilling -advance of the other.</p> - -<p>"Senora, is it you?" he whispered, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"Si, senor," came the low reply from the figure dressed -in masculine garments.</p> - -<p>"Good. We are both on time. The night favors us as -much as we could hope for. Let us then go to work without -delay."</p> - -<p>"Heaven bless you, senor—"</p> - -<p>"Not a word in that line—it is useless, and dangerous -as well, since sentries are on the ramparts and they have -keen ears. I feared you might not come, for the danger -would appall many."</p> - -<p>"Ah! senor, what is danger to me—what would I not -risk if by so doing I could save <em>his</em> life, my beloved Leon? -Fire and blood could not hold me in check if <em>he</em> called. -My life is his alone, for without him all else would be -dead. That is the love a Spanish woman gives, senor. -Do not forget it when you think of Georgia."</p> - -<p>Roderic was thrilled by her words, so intense so full of -devotion—yes, few nationalities can love with the fire and -enthusiasm shown by Spain's sons and daughters, and if -their affection does not always stand the test of time, lay -it to the burning zeal that eats up the heart.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span></p> - -<p>He remembered that he too was beloved by just such -an impulsive, beautiful girl, who at this hour was doubtless -wrestling with the deep wounds wrought by jealousy's -fingers; and the recollection gave him both <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'ecstacy'">ecstasy</ins> -and keen pain.</p> - -<p>At least he said no more to her of the danger she ran—in -the service of love what matters it where peril lies; the -sacred nature of the duty renders every obligation a privilege.</p> - -<p>"Follow me, please, and keep close to the wall. When -I stop do likewise and crouch down. Should one of the -fellows on the walls call out, make no move, utter no -sound, but wait until I direct you."</p> - -<p>Such were his brief instructions.</p> - -<p>She gave him to understand that she comprehended all -he wished.</p> - -<p>Then they moved away, keeping close to the rough -walls, where the shadows lay thickest.</p> - -<p>It was a slow and laborious task.</p> - -<p>Here and there lay heaps of broken bricks, just where -they had fallen Heaven alone knew how many years back, -since it is a settled Spanish rule never to spoil the picturesque -and <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bizarre</i> by miserable modern attempts at -thrift and cleanliness—vines had grown over the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">debris</i> -and moon flowers whitened the face of the rough wall.</p> - -<p>It may have been very pretty, but it made the task Roderic -had marked out more tiresome than it would otherwise -have been.</p> - -<p>He did not grumble however, and Inez would never -have complained even though compelled to creep through -an acre of prickly pear or cactus—her holy fervor of love -sanctified the means, and she blessed the Virgin for allowing -her such a privilege to prove her devotion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></p> - -<p>She was a woman in ten thousand—happy Leon, to -possess such a loyal heart.</p> - -<p>Besides, while temporarily suffering from these accumulation -of years, Roderic knew they were soon to -profit through something in the same line.</p> - -<p>Leon had escaped from his former prison by means of a -gaping <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apperture'">aperture</ins> made by an inquisitive Yankee shell—the -story of his thrilling adventure had made a deep impression -on the mind of Owen, and discovering just such -a grand opening in the wall of the old medieval structure -against which he had now pitted his forces he resolved to -improve upon the experience of Georgia's brother.</p> - -<p>They could, if given half a show, both enter and make -their final exit by this means.</p> - -<p>He had the location of the opening pretty well in mind, -and was heading for it now.</p> - -<p>They had fully embarked upon their perilous mission, -and please Heaven, would sooner or later meet with the -anticipated reward.</p> - -<p>The sentinels paced their beats above on the broad -walls, and their "<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">quien vive</i>" as they approached each -other, together with the answer, came plainly to the ears -of those crowded below.</p> - -<p>Roderic breathed easier when he discovered that they -had reached the vicinity of this ragged aperture, for at -least one portion of their dangerous journey was over.</p> - -<p>He exercised double care at this point, for while the -coast had appeared clear during the day, that was no sign -that it might not be policed after nightfall.</p> - -<p>These Spanish sentries have little scruples about opening -fire upon any suspicious person seen in the act of endeavoring -to enter one of their fortifications under the -protecting shades of night—scores of wretched reconcentradoes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> -in Cuba thus paid the penalty of rashness or -curiosity with their lives.</p> - -<p>A little close observation told him that in all likelihood -the opening had not been made an especial object of surveillance—two -slow moving automatons, <em>yclept</em> sentries, -in the process of following their beats to a conclusion approached -this scene of wreck about once in five minutes, -exchanged salutation according to the discipline of the -army, indulged in a little good natured chaff, perhaps -spoke of the chance of soon beholding the beloved hills of -their native land again when the inevitable end came to -the dramatic farce old Spain was playing for the benefit -of those Frenchmen and others holding five hundred -million dollars worth of Cuban bonds—and then wheeling -left the spot to darkness and the bats for another spell.</p> - -<p>It was easy enough to pick out the proper time to begin -the climb, but after once starting they found it a trifle -more difficult to make progress, for the material under -their feet threatened to trip them up, and several times one -of them started some of the broken bricks moving in a -way that opened the possibility of an avalanche.</p> - -<p>Thus they had gone but little more than half way when -Roderic, believing the time between the meeting of the -sentries must have elapsed, whispered to his companion -to crouch down and move no more.</p> - -<p>At this instant a dislodged brick fell with some little -clatter down the declivity, and the sound appeared magnified -in his ears because of its possible serious results.</p> - -<p>A Spanish voice called out above, being answered from -the opposite side, and Roderic looking up could see the -two sentinels plainly outlined, as they stood peering into -the gloom below, and indulging in various speculations as -to the cause of the sound that had reached their ears.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was a minute of intense suspense, for he had grave -fears lest they bombard the spot with broken bricks, in -order to satisfy their minds that no secret enemy lurked -there.</p> - -<p>Fortunately just at this moment a zigzag flying bat, -creature of the tropics, came whirring out of the gloom -below, and actually knocked off one of the sentries' hat, -which unexpected incident caused considerable hard -words from the man who received the scare, and was -greeted with an equal amount of half suppressed laughter -from the other quarter.</p> - -<p>At least, since the hat was saved the incident might -be set down as closed—no bricks were fired into the -chasm, for which Roderic was devoutly thankful, not -merely on his own account, but because he had one under -his charge for whose safety he held himself responsible.</p> - -<p>When the two Dromios above had withdrawn and with -shouldered Mausers again sauntered down their several -beats he whispered words of encouragement to the shrinking -form so close at hand, and bade her once more follow -his lead.</p> - -<p>The venture proved a success, so far as their <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">entree</i> was -concerned, for by the time Spanish eyes and ears again -approached the broken spot in the ramparts the two intruders -had gained the corridor and were safe within the -walls.</p> - -<p>This was only a beginning—the first step.</p> - -<p>Around them stretched the massive walls of the ancient -landmark, and somewhere within their confines Leon was -to be found.</p> - -<p>Roderic never groped in the dark when there was a -chance for light, and he had used his utmost endeavors -during the day in trying to locate the prisoner.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> - -<p>One portion of the old fortification was literally a picturesque -ruin.</p> - -<p>It did not seem possible that even the easy going Spaniards -would confine a prisoner, condemned to be shot, to -this antiquated wreck, for there would be too much chance -of his escaping, especially one who had already proven so -hard to hold as Leon.</p> - -<p>This was of course mere speculation on the part of the -Yankee, but he had taken note of several facts that seemed -to corroborate his suspicion.</p> - -<p>At any rate so strongly impressed was he with this idea -that once within the fortress he had no hesitation in turning -to the left.</p> - -<p>Possibly Roderic never had a more difficult task than -the one now confronting him.</p> - -<p>The interior of the great pile of masonry was almost a -sealed book to him, the best he could do during the afternoon -having given him but a shadowy idea as to how it -was constructed.</p> - -<p>Of course most of it was inhabited only by bats and -owls, a sombre relic of past glories, which fact added to -the confusion.</p> - -<p>Sentries patroled sections of the place, just as had been -marked out for them—indeed, it was almost impossible -to know when one of these jack-in-the-box guardians -might bob up serenely directly in the intruder's path.</p> - -<p>This fact kept Roderic's nerves on a tension; but the -sensation was no new one to him—he felt pretty much as -does the hound held in leash, and scenting the game near -by.</p> - -<p>Inez followed him closely.</p> - -<p>She was "dead game" as Roderic more than once muttered -to himself when he noticed how she copied his movements.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> - -<p>Never did man have a more faithful and devoted spouse, -ready to undertake all risks for his sake—never did -woman have a motive more sacred to urge her forward -to the rescue of one beloved.</p> - -<p>Roderic knew he was enlisted in a good cause, and in -his mind this counted for much.</p> - -<p>Their progress while laborious, seemed to be in the -right direction.</p> - -<p>Evidences multiplied to the effect that this wing of the -fortress was under surveillance, as though it contained -that over which it was necessary a guard should be -placed.</p> - -<p>Roderic had been in Russia—he had visited the historic -pile of masonry at St. Petersburg on the Volga known as -the Fortress of Peter and Paul, and had seen its numerous -dungeons, its impregnable gates and the wonderful -methods in vogue among the troops guarding its walls.</p> - -<p>Something about this structure in San Juan recalled the -prison and fort of Holy Russia—perhaps it was the -gloom, the dark dungeons and general funereal aspect of -the place, for surely there could be little comparison otherwise.</p> - -<p>Occasionally the moon appeared and gave them some -means of seeing what lay ahead; but on these occasions -they were compelled to lie quiet so that their presence -might not be discovered.</p> - -<p>All the while they were progressing.</p> - -<p>A labyrinth of masonry surrounded them, and Roderic -had to bring to bear many shrewd tactics in order to keep -from getting lost.</p> - -<p>His usual manner of doing this was simple and yet wonderfully -effective.</p> - -<p>When they came to a place where the passage forked,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -and it appeared puzzling to judge which way they should -turn, he did not decide hastily but spent a little time in -ascertaining whether one of the routes did not show more -signs of usage than the other, and in every case he found -a very distinct difference.</p> - -<p>By following the passage in general use it stood to reason -that he would sooner or later reach the closed <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'dun-'">dungeon</ins>.</p> - -<p>Through such tactics, employed with success by those -Nimrods of the forests in their search after game, Roderic -had always been able to accomplish tasks that were -deemed next to impossible by others of his craft, who -governed their actions by antiquated rules lacking in common -sense.</p> - -<p>It was evident that they had crossed the Rubicon—that -their bridges had been burned behind them.</p> - -<p>Once discovered in the depths of this place and the -chances seemed twenty to one that they would never leave -it alive.</p> - -<p>Roderic scouted such a thought—he never allowed it to -interfere with his work—chances of failure were not to -be taken as a factor in the matter whatever—success must -be the beacon held up to lure them on, glorious success.</p> - -<p>Such confidence brings wonderful results in all things, -and would account for some of the success attending his -past.</p> - -<p>A brilliant diplomat is compelled to be bold as well as -sagacious.</p> - -<p>To find Leon and bring about his release—to cheat the -Spanish army of a victim whom they expected to execute -at sunrise—this was the mission he had undertaken, and -with the kind assistance of good fortune, added to his tact, -he meant that the harvest should be bountiful.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXIV" id="Chapter_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.<br /> - -<small>THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON.</small></h2> - - -<p>A gentle tug at his coat made Roderic turn.</p> - -<p>It was Inez, who desired to speak, and yet who knew -she should not utter a word above the lowest whisper.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"Tell me—are we not nearing there—I am so anxious—my -heart almost suffocates me, for it beats like wildfire," -she gasped.</p> - -<p>He pitied her, for he could easily understand why she -should thus feel distressed.</p> - -<p>"Courage—we cannot be far away from his cell now. -Bear up, and all will be well. To fail at this time would -mean his death."</p> - -<p>Roderic did not add that their own fate would probably -be also sealed—he knew that fact only too well, but -it was useless to mention it.</p> - -<p>At any rate all Inez thought of was Leon's welfare.</p> - -<p>She seemed to call upon some reserve force, and her -companion knew the crisis had been safely passed, for -which he was deeply thankful.</p> - -<p>When he said he believed they were near the spot where -they would find Leon, he spoke truly.</p> - -<p>There were strong evidences of dungeons all around -them, some with the doors entirely gone, while others had -a stout barrier hanging from one great rusty hinge.</p> - -<p>It might be supposed that ere long they would run -across those still remaining in a good state of preservation, -and in which prisoners were confined.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span></p> - -<p>Perhaps an especial guard had been stationed in the -passage.</p> - -<p>If so it would be Roderic's duty to take care of him, -and to this end he had previously made ample preparation.</p> - -<p>Desperate measures are only carried to a successful -issue by heroic treatment, and no man was better equipped -for this purpose than the American who dared enter San -Juan while the Spanish flag still waved over the walls.</p> - -<p>The darkness was now against them, and it would have -been almost impossible to advance but for a streak of luck -that separated clouds and moon, and allowed the latter -to sift her silvery radiance down through various breaches -in the overhanging walls, thus dissipating to some extent -the appalling gloom.</p> - -<p>Thanks then to this feeble illumination Roderic with his -keen vision was enabled to discover a figure ahead.</p> - -<p>Spanish soldiers doing duty in the tropics are generally -in the habit of wearing white uniforms made of some -coarse drilling or canvas.</p> - -<p>It was this fact that betrayed the presence of the guard, -and Roderic mentally thanked his lucky stars for the -favor.</p> - -<p>He watched the man.</p> - -<p>The Spaniard seemed nervous, and would walk up and -down with jerky steps, stopping now and then to try the -doors of several cells.</p> - -<p>Roderic was unable to decide what the man was up to, -since Spanish soldiers as a rule are not given to exert -themselves overly much.</p> - -<p>Now and then the fellow would stop, and at such times -his attitude strongly reminded the watcher of one who was -straining his hearing in the hope of catching some eagerly -anticipated signal.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span></p> - -<p>After a little reflection Roderic felt compelled to decide -that the fellow was anxiously waiting for a relief guard -to appear, although this hardly satisfied him.</p> - -<p>His duty in the premises was clear enough.</p> - -<p>That guard was in the way.</p> - -<p>He threatened to block their game just when, after -surmounting so many difficulties, it promised to bring -them success.</p> - -<p>Such a thing could not be allowed.</p> - -<p>The guard would have to succumb, like all Spaniards, -to superior Yankee dominion.</p> - -<p>First he must give Inez warning as to his intentions, so -that she might not be alarmed when he quitted her side.</p> - -<p>He found her very sensible, for she realized that some -such move must be adopted to get rid of the miserable -sentry.</p> - -<p>"Spare him not, senor—he has doubtless taken delight -in torturing my Leon—have no pity on the wretch," she -whispered in his ear, with considerable warmth.</p> - -<p>Roderic had his own notion about the eternal fitness of -things, and being a cool, sensible American instead of a -hot blooded Spaniard, he was decidedly averse to shedding -blood when such a thing might possibly be avoided.</p> - -<p>There were other ways of accomplishing the same end, -this Yankee brain decided.</p> - -<p>With a few last words of caution to Inez, who was -trembling all over with excitement, he left her and started -upon his advance.</p> - -<p>An old Indian fighter might have been proud of the progress -Roderic made.</p> - -<p>He imitated a cat creeping upon a bird, his eyes being -glued upon the white garbed figure of the guard, and -every movement governed by that of the man who carried -the Mauser.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> - -<p>Foot by foot he went forward.</p> - -<p>The guard was muttering to himself as he still moved -restlessly from one heavy door to another.</p> - -<p>Something undoubtedly disturbed him, but it was a -mystery to Roderic, who could not quite catch the words -he let fall, and which might have simplified matters had -he heard them.</p> - -<p>The closer he drew the more cautious he became.</p> - -<p>Everything depended on the successful issue of his -plans; even his own future happiness was at stake in the -matter.</p> - -<p>It may be taken for granted, therefore, that he exercised -his utmost care, for after all there is no motive so positive -of good results in a general way, as self interest—it makes -a success of co-operative factories wherever tried.</p> - -<p>Roderic was finally in a position to lay his plans for a -finish.</p> - -<p>He waited until the man's back was turned and then -slipped forward to a certain dark doorway previously selected.</p> - -<p>Then he awaited the return of the sentry—awaited him -as the tiger lies in cover for his advancing prey, with -muscles tense and drawn, and every small nerve on the -alert for the desperate charge.</p> - -<p>Ah! the fellow in pursuing his eccentric tactics had -reached what appeared to be the terminus of his beat, and -wheeling had started back, utterly unconscious of what -lay in store for him and that each nervous step took him -closer to his fate.</p> - -<p>Roderic was perfectly cool and collected—he was not in -the habit of giving way to excitement and losing his advantage.</p> - -<p>As he thus lay in wait and watched the advance of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> -dusky figure which he had set out to overcome, he even -selected the very portion of the sentry's person upon -which he should throw his full force.</p> - -<p>Closer still.</p> - -<p>The man's fate hung like the sword of Damocles, as by -a single hair.</p> - -<p>Roderic timed his leap with such precision that he -struck the sentry totally unawares.</p> - -<p>A dark figure launched forward like a gigantic bat—the -man only had time to give a gurgle of surprise when a -firm hand closed on his throat, and the sound died there.</p> - -<p>Such was the impetus of Roderic's advance that the two -of them went to the stone floor.</p> - -<p>Immediately the American felt his antagonist cease to -struggle, and he knew the other must have been knocked -senseless through the blow on the head received when he -came in contact with the flagging.</p> - -<p>The percussion had sounded loud enough at least, to -account for his having lost all interest in affairs mundane.</p> - -<p>Roderic hoped he was not killed, nor did he have any -reason to believe such a fate had overtaken the wretched -guard.</p> - -<p>At least everything seemed to be working beautifully -in his favor, and he certainly could find no cause for complaint.</p> - -<p>What was to be done with this pretty thing, now that -he had secured the prize?</p> - -<p>The man might prove to be something of a white elephant -on his hands.</p> - -<p>However, his first move was to drag out some stout -cord, with which he made the fellow's hands and feet secure.</p> - -<p>In doing so he could not but notice,—through touch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> -more than sight, since the darkness was only partially dissipated -by the moon's inquisitive beams that forced an -entrance—that the luckless guard had delicate hands such -as he had seldom noticed among the common Spanish soldiers.</p> - -<p>At another time he might have endeavored to assign -some logical reason for this thing, but just at the present -crisis it mattered little.</p> - -<p>The end and not the means engrossed his fullest attention.</p> - -<p>When he took hold of the senseless guard and began -dragging him across the corridor to the shade that lay -more densely in that quarter, it was only with the intention -of getting him out of the way, so that in case any one -came along he would not stumble over the fellow and thus -have the peculiar status of affairs rudely thrust upon his -attention.</p> - -<p>Perhaps Roderic was not as careful as he might and -should have been—at any rate he tripped and fell over -some object lying in his way.</p> - -<p>Even as he went down he was strongly impressed with -the suspicion that what he had taken his cropper over was -a human being, and possibly a second guard enjoying a -quiet nap.</p> - -<p>Hence, Roderic scrambled up in all haste with the intention -of throwing himself upon the fellow, and if possible -preventing him from giving the alarm, for that was -what his wretched mistake might end in.</p> - -<p>To his surprise as well as gratification there was not -the least sign of an aroused sentry endeavoring to gather -his scattered senses and shout for help.</p> - -<p>All was silent.</p> - -<p>He put out his hand, groping for the object which had -been the cause of his tumble.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> - -<p>When finally he touched it a peculiar sensation flashed -over him from head to foot, for in truth it was a human -being.</p> - -<p>Could the man be dead?</p> - -<p>Had there been some drunken dispute between the -guards resulting in a tragedy?</p> - -<p>He remembered the peculiar actions of the man who -now lay bound near by.</p> - -<p>Bending over the second fellow he speedily made a discovery -of some moment.</p> - -<p>A strong scent of liquor greeted him and his hand came -upon the flask still clutched in the miserable guard's hand.</p> - -<p>Where he got it, and why the second man did not take -his share were puzzling questions which Roderic only -shook his head over.</p> - -<p>For him it was quite sufficient that the two sentries -had in different ways been rendered <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">hors de combat</i>, and -would so far as he could see, give him no further trouble.</p> - -<p>So he left them there, the second chap with his head -resting lovingly upon the body of the toper, two of a kind -and well matched, he considered.</p> - -<p>Perhaps there would be a reckoning when the officer of -the guard came around later, though if the flask still contained -a portion of its original contents he might forgive -the erring one.</p> - -<p>Roderic sincerely hoped he had seen the last of the two -guards—he expressed a low but earnest desire that their -slumbers might be sweet, and indefinitely prolonged—at -least until his desperate work had been accomplished.</p> - -<p>He uttered a low signal, the same bird call that, trilling -forth at the tower corner of the fortress had brought Inez -to his side.</p> - -<p>She heard and gladly tripped forward.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was a supreme moment for her—the girl was tremendously -excited, and cast several quick glances toward -the spot where the demoralized section of the invincible -Spanish army lay.</p> - -<p>Roderic noticed how her eager hand crept toward her -bosom as she looked toward the dimly seen figures, and -he quickly said:</p> - -<p>"Come, we must find the door of his cell."</p> - -<p>"You leave foes upon the trail you must tread on your -return," was the significant way in which she put it.</p> - -<p>"They are helpless—God forbid I should do murder," -he returned, knowing at the same time that the Spanish -way was the safer way.</p> - -<p>The first cell door was beside them.</p> - -<p>Roderic, bending over discovered that it was secured -by a heavy iron bar—so far as he could see there was no -other obstacle to an entrance.</p> - -<p>He seized upon this and exerting his strength threw it -over.</p> - -<p>It made something of a clanking sound, possibly subdued, -but to Roderic's mind very like the gong of a railway -station dining room.</p> - -<p>Inez uttered a low cry of alarm and he could hear her -whisper the name of her patron saint, as if invoking heavenly -aid.</p> - -<p>"It's all right—don't be alarmed," he said, encouragingly.</p> - -<p>Roderic waited to draw out a little pocket lantern which -when lighted would throw some illumination upon their -path.</p> - -<p>This done he tried the door, and finding it fast put his -shoulder to it.</p> - -<p>Under such pressure further resistance was utterly out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -of the question, and the heavy barrier quickly gave way.</p> - -<p>Inez would have rushed headlong in but Roderic's -sturdy arm prevented—he believed it was his duty to -still lead the van so long as the future was unknown—it -would be time enough to yield that place of vantage to his -frail companion in the venture when success had been assured.</p> - -<p>So they passed into the gloomy dungeon, the history of -which would doubtless prove interesting reading as shedding -a strong light upon Spain's methods of colonizing, -for in the years gone no doubt many a political prisoner -had been tortured here with all the despotic barbarism that -marked the infernal Inquisition of old.</p> - -<p>Looking eagerly around the cell Roderic almost immediately -discovered the object of his search.</p> - -<p>Some one was standing beside a chair at the further end—some -one who had evidently risen hastily at the sound -of the clanking iron bar—some one who uttered a cry at -their rough entrance.</p> - -<p>Roderic saw and was at once struck with the astonishing -likeness to Georgia in the smooth faced young man -standing there; but he had been prepared for that fact -since she herself had impressed it on his mind when he -demanded how he might know Leon should he meet him.</p> - -<p>Yes, brother and sister were very much alike and the -sight of him just then gave Roderic something of a shock, -since it seemed as though he were gazing upon Georgia.</p> - -<p>There was no longer any need of restraining Inez—at -sight of the prisoner she had uttered a cry bubbling over -with limitless delight and unable to longer keep back the -eager desire to reach him, to convince her ravished eyes -that they did not deceive her soul, she sped forward.</p> - -<p>Not straighter does the arrow fly from the warrior's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> -bow than this devoted Spanish girl went to the object of -her devotion.</p> - -<p>Surely eyes of love could easily recognize in the seeming -youth the beautiful daughter of Morro's governor.</p> - -<p>Her hat had fallen off in the struggle with Roderic, and -her luxuriant hair dropped almost to her waist, rendering -further deception utterly out of the question.</p> - -<p>Roderic fully expected to see the amazed prisoner open -his arms and eagerly take her close to his heart in a transport -of joy.</p> - -<p>It was only natural that he should look for just such -an ending to the devoted wife's adventurous search.</p> - -<p>To the astonishment of the American nothing of the -kind occurred—indeed, a result about as contrary as one -could well conceive, came to pass.</p> - -<p>As Inez was about to throw her arms about the figure -of the handsome young fellow, he put out his hand and -gave her a vigorous push aside, a push that caused the -poor girl to stagger back against the wall.</p> - -<p>And with his great black eyes flashing with indignation -the prisoner cried out:</p> - -<p>"Do not dare to touch me—go back to yonder double -faced traitor, and leave me to my fate. I would sooner -be left here to moulder than be <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'resuced'">rescued</ins> by you, <em>creature!</em>"</p> - -<p>Roderic was panic stricken—he could scarcely believe -the evidence of his senses—the prisoner of the dungeon -was to all appearances Leon, yet the voice was that of -Georgia—the words evidently spoken by one racked with -jealousy, who saw in Inez a hated rival!</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXV" id="Chapter_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV.<br /> - -<small>WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME.</small></h2> - - -<p>It was a remarkable tableau.</p> - -<p>The dark dungeon with its mouldy stone walls was -a fitting background.</p> - -<p>Roderic's little lantern did not cast a superabundance -of light, but there was enough to show the three figures -in the scene.</p> - -<p>Inez, poor girl, had staggered back and seemed almost -paralyzed—half crouching she leaned one hand against -the wall for support, and with eyes distended by amazement -and horror, stared at the prisoner as though appalled -by the thought that her Leon had gone mad—that -the cruel Spaniards had driven him out of his mind, else -why should he treat her so roughly, she who would give -her life for him if need be?</p> - -<p>Roderic grasped the truth, and yet it was so astounding -that he could not believe the positive evidence of his -senses.</p> - -<p>It seemed as though the hand of a magician had been -extended to bring about such an amazing transformation.</p> - -<p>He came to rescue Leon, and found in the young man's -dungeon—Georgia!</p> - -<p>Was ever surprise more complete?</p> - -<p>Who could the wizard be—had brother and sister the -power of changing their personality at will?</p> - -<p>Strange fancies rioted through his excited mind as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> -he stood there and stared—the situation was remarkable -enough to arouse the most extravagant and marvelous -thoughts.</p> - -<p>At the same time Roderic was conscious of a powerful -desire to take this bold maid of San Juan to his heart, -for his love was still strong within him.</p> - -<p>And as he thus stood and looked at her, perhaps with -reproach upon his face, the anger seemed to gradually -die away from her eyes, the color returned to her cheeks, -her upraised hand that had flung Inez so violently back -fell to her side and she trembled with a mixture of emotions.</p> - -<p>Strange place indeed for an explanation and yet Roderic -knew it was bound to come.</p> - -<p>He wished to know many things, and on her part a -revolution of feeling must take part in her heart toward -the devoted being whom she had so scornfully thrust -aside.</p> - -<p>Of the three then, Inez was the first to find her tongue, -to give utterance to the anguish that racked her soul.</p> - -<p>"Holy Mother," she wailed, "he knows me not—they -have robbed him of reason—they have broken my heart. -Oh! Leon, unsay those cruel words—tell me that you -still love me, or I too must go mad!"</p> - -<p>The prisoner of the fortress doubtless heard, but never -once were those luminous midnight orbs removed from -Roderic's face.</p> - -<p>His disguise might have baffled some but it was of no -avail where those eyes were concerned.</p> - -<p>One look and the mask had been torn away—she had -known him from the instant he rushed through the arched -doorway.</p> - -<p>By this time Roderic had succeeded in mastering his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> -emotions—at least he was in a fair way to gradually assume -control.</p> - -<p>The situation, too, was becoming unbearable, for -Georgia, if the prisoner could be the girl he loved, seemed -gradually being overwhelmed by confusion, perhaps because -thus seen in male attire by the man whose respect -she desired above all others, or it might be from some -other equally potent reason.</p> - -<p>"Georgia!"</p> - -<p>Just one word, but what an effect it had upon the other—the -prisoner of the dungeon burst into tears, all the -while protesting and accusing Roderic of duplicity, declaring -that her love had turned to hate, and yet giving -this assertion the lie by the very emphasis with which -she spoke.</p> - -<p>It was a tirade of almost meaningless phrases, just such -as one might expect from an impulsive whole hearted -daughter of the tropics, who loved and suffered, and -whose brave front, artificially sustained, had given way -under this sudden shock.</p> - -<p>Roderic did not wince—Roderic knew he held the -magic power in his grasp whereby he could change this -mourning into rejoicing—he knew she loved him in spite -of what she might say, yes loved him with an undying -affection such as only a woman of her stamp could experience.</p> - -<p>He waited a minute or so until she had exhausted the -violence of her emotions.</p> - -<p>When finally she had hidden her face in her hands, -as if she dared no longer let him gaze upon her weakness, -Roderic took a step toward her and spoke gently.</p> - -<p>At the sound of his beloved voice she trembled like an -aspen leaf, and as she heard the astounding intelligence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> -imparted by his calm words, first she looked from between -her fingers, then both hands fell from her face, and finally -with bated breath she hung upon his closing sentences, -utterly transformed, radiant with a sudden return of -happiness such as she had believed could never again be -her portion on earth.</p> - -<p>What he said was but a hurried review of this meeting -with Inez under such strange conditions, the appointment -he had made for a rendezvous in the plaza, and last -of all their desperate undertaking in company on this -night, resolved to save Leon if it be in mortal power to -do so.</p> - -<p>She looked toward Inez, into whose brain something of -the wonderful truth was beginning to enter.</p> - -<p>That look no longer spoke of contempt and hatred—there -was a new light in her eye as though her soul had -awakened to a glorious realization of the possibilities -opening before.</p> - -<p>In Inez the devoted daughter of Morro's stern governor, -the girl who had saved Leon from a prison cell in -Cuba, the woman whose love had made her that same -Leon's wife and who was therefore her own sister, she -saw a different being from the dark-eyed houri whom -she once believed had stolen Roderic's heart—circumstances -alter cases, and the same scene we have looked -upon in the deceptive moonlight becomes transformed in -the garish light of day.</p> - -<p>"His wife—my brother's wife—oh! what is this strange -thing you tell me—that would be too much happiness—I -must be dreaming."</p> - -<p>The girl had met with such a revulsion of feeling that -she threatened to become incoherent again; but Roderic, -advancing another step laid a hand upon her arm, his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> -touch acting like magic, for he seemed to infuse some of -his own calmness into her.</p> - -<p>"Go closer to Inez—see, the poor girl is bewildered, -overwhelmed at finding you here when she expected Leon, -just as I too am deeply puzzled. Speak to her—ask her -who she is, and what she seeks at the risk of her life. -Ah! you cannot hate her, sweetheart, she who loves your -brother so dearly—your sister. Take her to your heart, -you two whom Heaven has brought together so strangely."</p> - -<p>His words stirred both of those who heard—the girls -looked at each other yearningly, for a new emotion had -leaped into their souls.</p> - -<p>Unable to longer restrain their feminine feelings they -were speedily clasped in each other's arms, while Roderic -stood by, holding his little lantern, complacently -watching the demonstration, meanwhile congratulating -himself that his skies had cleared and that the future -promised glorious possibilities.</p> - -<p>He was still greatly puzzled and for the life of him -unable to comprehend how Georgia could take the place of -Leon in this dungeon of the old fortress, difficult of access -and vigilantly guarded by not only one but two sentries.</p> - -<p>At the same time he knew an explanation would speedily -be forthcoming, and hence exercised what patience -he possessed.</p> - -<p>It is not so difficult to do this when all things seem to -be coming one's way.</p> - -<p>Presently Georgia remembered.</p> - -<p>As she turned from Inez and faced her lover, face and -neck were suffused with scarlet.</p> - -<p>In his eyes it was a beautiful sight, and he could not -remember ever having seen her look so charming.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Oh! Roderic, can you, will you forgive my cruel, unjust -suspicions, my insane jealousy that caused me to -treat you so bitterly, that refused to hear your explanations? -I do not deserve your love, but God knows I -could not live without it. Tell me you forgive such a -wretch, and make me happy again."</p> - -<p>He opened wide his arms, and forgetting her confusion, -forgetting everything but that she loved him and had -again found Paradise, her head was quickly pillowed on -his shoulder, and she looked up into his face, smiling -through her tears.</p> - -<p>"You do forgive?"</p> - -<p>"As I hope to be forgiven. Let it be forgotten, even -as you said of my transgression. We love—we have been -true to each other—the future lies before us, why should -we burden ourselves with foolish doubts and fears? -From this hour then we begin anew, nor may all Satan's -power prevail against us, nor shall I have reason to fear -a Jerome or a Julio, the latter of whom turns out to be -the erring black sheep in the family of Inez—her step-brother. -As to Leon——"</p> - -<p>"<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Carramba!</i> yes, what of Leon?" cried Inez, with suddenly -renewed interest.</p> - -<p>What indeed.</p> - -<p>Roderic himself was conscious of a keen interest in -the young man—where had he gone and what brought -Georgia to his dungeon?</p> - -<p>Plainly the time had arrived for explanations, nor did -Georgia show a disposition to withhold them.</p> - -<p>"You wonder to find me here?" she said, releasing herself -from his arms.</p> - -<p>"Naturally so."</p> - -<p>"And disguised as—as, a man," with confusion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Under the conditions if you came here at all it would -have to be under false colors."</p> - -<p>"The case was desperate—it admitted of no false modesty. -Leon was to be shot in the morning. I laid my -plans and sought help of the only one I believed I could -trust in all San Juan. Heaven bless her kind spirit, and -forgive me for ever having believed she could have -stooped so low as to take the heart that belonged to me."</p> - -<p>"What! you went to Cleo?" he exclaimed.</p> - -<p>"Nothing more nor less, since I dared not ask the active -assistance of my guardian Don Porfidio, who endeavored -in vain to have Leon's sentence dismissed or -changed. Yes, the Senorita Cleo not only received me -warmly but gave me aid and promised that if we succeeded -Leon should sail away on her yacht to safety."</p> - -<p>"God bless her!" muttered Roderic.</p> - -<p>"And he will, beloved, depend on it. But time will -not permit me to tell all. Her Captain Beven came -ashore with me, and waits near by for us to join him. -Unfortunately we met Jerome on the street, showing -Captain Shackelford the sights of San Juan. I know -he recognized me in spite of my disguise for they hung -upon our track until we drew near the fortress. I fear -he may discover the truth and in some way overwhelm -us with trouble. He is my evil genius—something -within tells me that through Senor Wellington the most -bitter trial of my life must come. But at last we seemed -to shake them off, and I found an opportunity to enter -this awful place."</p> - -<p>Roderic shuddered to think of this valiant girl undertaking -such a gigantic task alone—it seemed almost incredible, -and he would not have believed it had not the -fact come under his own observation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> - -<p>"But—how did you gain entrance to this cell, and—where -has Leon gone?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, tell us of him, I implore," echoed Inez, who had -hung upon every word.</p> - -<p>"You shall hear. I already knew where my poor -brother was confined,—how I learned the facts I shall not -say just now; and after infinite trouble I came to where -a guard walked up and down before a barred door behind -which I was positive Leon might be found.</p> - -<p>"All had been prepared, Captain Beven having so -doctored a flask of liquor that the wretch drinking half -of it would be overwhelmed by sleep.</p> - -<p>"While the guard walked away from me I placed this -bait where he would be apt to kick it with his foot on -his return.</p> - -<p>"Everything worked smoothly, Senor Owen—the fellow -gulped down some of the stuff and presently slept -as sweetly as a cherub."</p> - -<p>"Is sleeping still, and good for ten hours," declared -Roderic, and then resumed his attitude of listener, believing -that something of deep importance was coming -next.</p> - -<p>"When this result had been secured I opened the door -and found Leon alive and well."</p> - -<p>Inez uttered a fervent prayer of thanks.</p> - -<p>"I had brought him some garments to put on, such as -the Spanish soldiers wear, but knowing the hour was near -when the officer of the guard would come along to see -that each sentry was in his place it was decided that until -that critical time passed I was to remain in the cell, while -with the door barred Leon would take the sentry's gun -and mount guard——"</p> - -<p>Inez uttered a startled cry that seemed to come from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> -her very soul, and turning from them darted toward the -door of the dungeon.</p> - -<p>Roderic knew what it meant.</p> - -<p>He suddenly remembered how he had placed the nervous -guard <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">hors de combat</i>—at the time he considered -this a remarkably clever piece of business—now he was -ready to call himself a fool for his action.</p> - -<p>Good Heavens! what if he had gone a little further -than he intended—what if the breath had refused to return -to the seeming guard after his fall—it was Leon -whom he had assailed, Leon, the very man for whose -sake, considering the fact that he was <em>her</em> brother, he had -taken all this deadly risk.</p> - -<p>No wonder then he hurried after the impulsive wife, -whom love sent flying through the cell door.</p> - -<p>And Georgia, as yet failing to grasp the true sense of -the situation, and unwilling to remain behind, also followed.</p> - -<p>As Roderic issued from the dungeon he discovered -Inez bending over the form of the bound guard, and the -American held his breath with suspense as he hurried -toward them.</p> - -<p>Ere he arrived however he was reassured.</p> - -<p>"He lives, senor, thanks be to the Virgin—it is I, my -Leon, your Inez who has sworn to save you nor share -your fate. A knife Senor Owen, so that we may cut -loose his arms. Oh! blessed moment that I behold you -alive!"</p> - -<p>Thus alternately addressing Roderic and anon her husband, -Inez pillowed the head of the bound man, who -seemed too amazed to speak.</p> - -<p>When however Roderic had opened his pocket knife -and severed the bonds with which he had so carefully<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> -bound his victim, he was rejoiced to see him immediately -sit up.</p> - -<p>All seemed to be going well.</p> - -<p>Perhaps fortune had other favors in store for them—at -least the clouds were rolling away, leaving a clear -sky above.</p> - -<p>Inez had by this time managed to get her arms around -the neck of her husband, and was uttering happy expressions -of endearment.</p> - -<p>Roderic himself would not have minded copying this -example, with the being he loved so close by, but just -at this juncture the happy scene was rudely and suddenly -disturbed by a gruff voice uttering in vigorous Spanish -some astonishment at what was occurring in the grim passage -of the old fortress.</p> - -<p>Of course it was the miserable officer making his -rounds, and who had arrived just at this interesting moment.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXVI" id="Chapter_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.<br /> - -<small>A RACE TO THE BOAT.</small></h2> - - -<p>It was dreadfully unfortunate that such a miserable -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">contretemps</i> seemed bound to occur as that the officer -of the guard must arrive upon the scene just at this moment.</p> - -<p>Roderic, upon hearing the first Spanish word in that -thick voice knew discovery was at hand, and the little -cherub of good fortune had suddenly taken a back seat.</p> - -<p>If anything were done to prevent a general alarm -from going forth, it would have to come from him, since -Leon was hardly in a position to attempt any aggressive -act, having a woman's arms about his neck.</p> - -<p>Roderic unfortunately had his back turned in the -quarter from whence the men advanced, else he might -have detected the glow of light even before they turned -the corner of the passage.</p> - -<p>There was little use in crying over spilt milk.</p> - -<p>What was done could not be undone.</p> - -<p>The best he could do was to make some show of holding -the enemy, perhaps incarcerating him in the dungeon -so lately Leon's abode.</p> - -<p>Unfortunately it happened that the rules and regulations -of the Spanish army do not allow a captain of the -guard to make his rounds alone and unattended.</p> - -<p>A non commissioned officer, perhaps a sergeant, stood -at his side holding the lantern and presenting a most astonished -appearance at witnessing so remarkable a scene.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> - -<p>Roderic, without losing time, made a dive at the two -soldiers, having whipped out his revolver.</p> - -<p>"Surrender!" he exclaimed, not forgetting to put the -emphatic word in Spanish as became the character he -represented.</p> - -<p>To his disgust the fellow who held the lantern was so -overwhelmed by his alarm that his fingers lost their grip, -consequently the article of illumination fell from his grasp -and as Roderic's little affair had taken a notion to go out, -owing to the abrupt movement he made, they found themselves -enveloped in darkness that was not excelled by -that of Egypt when the plague came.</p> - -<p>It was very very unfortunate.</p> - -<p>Just when the Yankee had begun to feel confident he -could grasp the game, and manipulate it to his liking, it -was snatched out of his hands.</p> - -<p>He knew the two men were beating a hasty retreat, -for they made plenty of noise as they stumbled along the -dark passage.</p> - -<p>"We must lose no time—Leon, look to your wife—this -way Georgia—please Heaven we will yet find safety -on Cleo's yacht."</p> - -<p>He had thrown a stout arm around her, and together -they pushed forward, while the others came close behind.</p> - -<p>At last the moon had pity for their misfortunes, for -presently the fair mistress of the night shone forth and -dissipated some of the shadows that had hung so heavily -around them.</p> - -<p>If it had been of moment that Roderic should use caution -in making his advance toward the dungeon, surely -there was now double reason for such exactness, since -their case was desperate enough without any further accidents, -such as wandering from the beaten track.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p> - -<p>Fortunately they were two, and where his knowledge of -the right passage was in doubt Georgia came to the rescue -with her woman's wit.</p> - -<p>Thus they went on without a mistake.</p> - -<p>It was useless to hope they could escape from the whole -result of this unfortunate discovery, for the captain of -the guard and his attendant had kept up a constant bawling -as they stumbled and threshed along, so if under -the impression that an enemy chased hard upon their heels -with naked swords, ready to impale them thereon.</p> - -<p>Of course this must ere now have placed every guard -along the ramparts on the alert, and the chances of the -fugitives getting out of the fortress in safety were scant -indeed.</p> - -<p>"Faint heart ne'er won fair lady," as Roderic well -knew, and he was one of those men who, having sallied -forth to accomplish a given object, allow no obstacle to -prevent them from attaining that end, so long as a sturdy -arm can prevail.</p> - -<p>He never magnified evils that cast their ugly shadows -before, while at the same time it was not his principle -to under estimate a foe.</p> - -<p>At length they drew near the breach in the wall, which -had offered Roderic such friendly assistance when entering -the fortress of San Juan.</p> - -<p>He had not forgotten the two sentries to whose interesting -remarks he had listened as he crouched there in -the dark aperture under their feet.</p> - -<p>He could see them plainly standing there in an expectant -attitude, as though under the belief that an attack -of some sort was coming, for in no other way could -they account for the loud shouts borne to their ears.</p> - -<p>It was a case necessitating heroic treatment.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> - -<p>Roderic knew that nothing could be gained by delay -and that the demoralization of the guards was what -would be to their best advantage.</p> - -<p>He crawled in advance of the others and deliberately -opened fire upon the two men.</p> - -<p>It was his intention to wound rather than slay, but -he had life and liberty at stake, and could not be blamed -if he sent in the shots thick and fast. The way must be -cleared and those fellows above held it in their power -to prevent an escape, since they controlled the only exit -with which he was acquainted.</p> - -<p>Nor was the bombardment all one sided.</p> - -<p>The first sentry was struck in the leg, and dropping -his Mauser rifle he went hobbling away, bellowing as -lustily as a calf; but his comrade was made of better -stuff, and at once opened fire in the quarter from whence -the shots came.</p> - -<p>This was serious enough, for one of the steel clad bullets, -even while missing Roderic might glance from -some stone and do damage beyond.</p> - -<p>So the American forgot that he had intended to simply -wound, and began firing point blank, in the hope of downing -the Spaniard before he could do any damage.</p> - -<p>He was rejoiced then to see the man suddenly stagger -back, raise his weapon half way to his shoulder, fire a -last shot; and then gun and sentry fell on the rampart -together.</p> - -<p>The way was open!</p> - -<p>It had been cleared at heavy cost—just how heavy Roderic -did not even suspect at the time.</p> - -<p>"Come," he said, huskily, "over the wall and down to -safety—it is our only hope!"</p> - -<p>And while the roll of the drum called the Spanish<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -garrison to quarters and soldiers hurried to doubly guard -the walls, the fugitives scrambled over the debris that -half blocked the breach in the old fortress made by the -guns of Sampson's war ships.</p> - -<p>Over these impediments Roderic assisted Georgia, nor -could he fail to notice how strangely she seemed to hesitate, -trusting almost entirely in his strong arm, which -was so unlike the Georgia he had known of old.</p> - -<p>Perhaps the realization of her dream, and the rescue -of Leon from his dungeon had brought about this singular -result.</p> - -<p>At any rate there was no time given in which to consider -it.</p> - -<p>Prompt action alone could take them through with -flying colors.</p> - -<p>The martial sounds increased—one could almost imagine -the garrison prepared to receive an attack from the -whole of General Miles' invading army.</p> - -<p>If noise could accomplish it such an assault would be -beaten back readily enough, for the tumult already extended -beyond the fortress and was penetrating the town.</p> - -<p>Roderic would have felt inclined to laugh but for the -seriousness of the occasion—it was like a child and a -stack of cards pitched on end—a touch of the first sends -the whole pack falling; or a spark of fire coming in contact -with a train of gunpowder—so the shouting passed -from street to street and San Juan was racked with -the commotion.</p> - -<p>It was a big send off, at any rate, and those responsible -for it could possibly find some future satisfaction in -knowing that San Juan had not received such a shock -since that early May morning when Sampson stirred -things up with his war terrors of the sea.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> - -<p>By rare good luck the fugitives managed to get down -from the break in the massive wall without any serious -accident.</p> - -<p>Several times one would stumble as a portion of the -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">debris</i> slipped under foot, or the tangle of the moon-flower -vines tripped them up; but these little accidents -bore no result.</p> - -<p>Once upon <em>terra firma</em> Roderic knew what he had arranged -was all very well, but if Cleo had sent Captain -Beven to the rescue, his boat might after all be more -advantageously located than the one Owen had in mind.</p> - -<p>"To the left!" said Georgia, breathing heavily, for the -task just finished had been a severe one.</p> - -<p>Of course that meant that Beven was waiting near by, -and Roderic was fully content to let events drift him -from now on.</p> - -<p>Hardly had they gone a dozen paces than the bluff -English sailor showed up.</p> - -<p>Perhaps he was surprised at discovering the presence -of Roderic, who made his identity known immediately, -but if so no one knew it, for Beven was a matter of -fact old fellow, who took things as they came.</p> - -<p>The flight was hastily resumed—indeed, it would have -been madness to have halted any length of time with -such signs of an aroused military power all around them.</p> - -<p>Beven had assumed the lead, and as he was supposed -to have his bearings, so that the shortest route to the -boat could be taken Roderic was only too glad to resign -the whole affair into his hands.</p> - -<p>It was at this critical juncture, when hope began to -rise strongly in their hearts, that a new element was injected -into the game.</p> - -<p>Jerome and Captain Shackelford had indeed made a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> -strong guess as to the mission of Beven and the disguised -Georgia.</p> - -<p>When they finally lost them in the neighborhood of -the old fortress, Shackelford had suggested that they -visit the Spanish barracks not far away, and talk the matter -over with the colonel in charge, who was an old friend -of the sea captain.</p> - -<p>Thus, when the alarm broke out, they surmised that -Beven had something to do with it, and accompanied -by a file of soldiers, posted in hot haste toward the spot.</p> - -<p>It was our friends' misfortune to meet them on the -way.</p> - -<p>There were no means of hiding—indeed, the hostile -squads discovered each other at about the same moment.</p> - -<p>What made it the more aggravating was the fact that -the soldiers were directly between them and the bay—just -a little beyond could be seen the dimpled water, flashing -in the glorious light of the moon.</p> - -<p>What was to be done?</p> - -<p>Retreat had been rendered impossible, for Roderic was -so confused by the several turns taken that he would not -have known how to reach his boat.</p> - -<p>To surrender meant ignominious death.</p> - -<p>An Anglo-Saxon could not dream of submitting to -such disgrace while one door yet remained open.</p> - -<p>That door was a gallant charge.</p> - -<p>Beven knew his nation was not at war with Spain, -but his sympathies were wholly with those who spoke the -same tongue—blood is thicker than water, and with -prophetic wisdom he like many of his race, saw signs in -the air to indicate that the time was coming when Great -Britain and her colonies would stand fast with the great -Republic against the rest of the world—<em>for peace!</em></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span></p> - -<p>Therefore he was ready to step in, this gallant son of -Neptune who had seen many a hot engagement under -the flag of St. George.</p> - -<p>"We must cut through or all is lost!" cried Roderic, -clinching his teeth in anticipation of the hot time that -was coming.</p> - -<p>"Good. I'm with you!" snapped the sailor, grimly.</p> - -<p>Leon had been armed and was eager for the fray—eager -to strike a blow because of the suffering and indignities -put upon him by these Spanish tories who loved -not Porto Rico.</p> - -<p>"Forward, then, and God defend the right!"</p> - -<p>Roderic had hardly spoken before they were once again -in motion, having involuntarily halted at first sight of -the foe.</p> - -<p>As the Spaniards had also started forward, the two -hostile bodies were advancing toward each other with a -rapidity that promised to speedily bring them into contact.</p> - -<p>Roderic's martial spirit was fully awakened.</p> - -<p>He only feared for the devoted girl who clung so -closely to him—on her account he was like a lion aroused, -and all thought of pity for those against whom they must -come in battle array vanished from his heart.</p> - -<p>Beven knew the advantage that must accrue from a -hot fire delivered before the others thought of opening -the engagement.</p> - -<p>"Altogether—make it warm for the dagoes!" he said, -swinging his right arm on a level.</p> - -<p>Then flashes of fire leaped out, and the rattle of revolvers -sounded like giant hail stones beating on an enormous -kettle.</p> - -<p>It was a perfect cyclone of lead that whipped along -that narrow street leading to the bay.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span></p> - -<p>Hardly a shot was wasted.</p> - -<p>Confusion and consternation seemed to overwhelm the -Spaniards.</p> - -<p>Brave men they may have been, but there is a limit to -endurance, a time when panic sweeps <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'irrisistibly'">irresistibly</ins> through -the mind, and each individual feels that he is the only one -remaining alive of many.</p> - -<p>So it was no doubt here.</p> - -<p>The hurricane of missiles had done considerable damage, -but the abruptness and violence with which the -storm burst upon them was of even more value in completing -the utter demoralization of the Spaniards.</p> - -<p>Jerome and Shackelford were the only ones left standing -in the street when the <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'fusilade'">fusillade</ins> ceased, and the captain -had but one leg left upon which he could rely.</p> - -<p>Wellington had thrown both arms into the air as a -token that his teeth were drawn and that he surrendered.</p> - -<p>"To the boat!" said Captain Beven, knowing that a -thousand Spanish soldiers would be on the spot ere ten -minutes had passed.</p> - -<p>Although this round had been so gloriously won he -knew they still had a hard row to hoe ere success could -be assured.</p> - -<p>Still, when were brave hearts of the Saxon race dismayed -by even overwhelming odds—the record of many -a fierce battle fought on European, Asian, African and -American fields bears testimony of their dauntless grit.</p> - -<p>Jerome's attitude would have been ludicrous at any -other time—he seemed desirous of raising his arms to -their highest possible level.</p> - -<p>"You have won—you deserve success—I have had -enough—count me out, and good luck go with the whole -of you!" was what he bawled as they passed him by.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> - -<p>The tiger's claws had been trimmed.</p> - -<p>Shackelford was not so magnanimous—he had a game -leg that would trouble him no doubt for the rest of his -life, and his benediction was in the shape of some hot -blasphemy that doubtless eased his soul more or less.</p> - -<p>It was a strange parting from the villain of the play—but -then Jerome was after all only an adventurer whose -maxim it was to sip honey from the beautiful flowers, and -leave dangerous briars alone.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span></p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><a name="Chapter_XXVII" id="Chapter_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.<br /> - -<small>WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER.</small></h2> - - -<p>Another short run would take them to the water's -edge where a boat awaited, and sturdy English muscles -were eager to row them to safety.</p> - -<p>Captain Beven had taken the precaution to make Spaniards -out of his men and himself, in the expectation that -such a conceit might avail to save Cleo future trouble; -for such an event as this could easily be made the foundation -of an international dispute, and the Spanish government -find just cause to demand damages from John -Bull.</p> - -<p>Down the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">calle</i> they went, in the midst of shouts and -execrations from a myriad of heads that protruded from -the windows on either side.</p> - -<p>That the owners neither knew what was in the wind -nor cared a <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">peseta</i> was a foregone conclusion; but they -could not resist giving tongue after the manner of their -kind and according to the stripe of their belief.</p> - -<p>It was a hot finish.</p> - -<p>Roderic did not breathe easily until they reached the -boat.</p> - -<p>Then he began to believe there was a strong chance -for boarding the yacht.</p> - -<p>It would not be a walk over, for pursuit had been inaugurated, -and the shouts of the angry soldiery rang -down the narrow street.</p> - -<p>The embarkation was speedily accomplished—indeed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> -almost like magic they found themselves in the boat, the -sailors sprang after, oars were unshipped and the shore -left behind.</p> - -<p>What a pæan of thanksgiving seemed to arise in -Owen's heart when he saw the long prayed for consummation -of their hopes accomplished—as the shore receded, -each stroke of the oars appeared like a measure in -the glad anthem that swelled upward from his very soul.</p> - -<p>For success meant to him more than life—he had -fought <em>for love</em>, and Paradise opened wide her doors.</p> - -<p>Then he cast an anxious look above—oh, pale moon, -sailing so serenely athwart the heavens, show yet again -your sympathy and gentle mercy by veiling that bright -face behind some friendly cloud—it were worth a king's -ransom to have this occur, but it was vouchsafed them -without money and without price.</p> - -<p>The moon dipped out of sight behind a black, ragged -mass of clouds, and the bay of San Juan was for the time -being wrapped in semi-gloom. Even Providence seemed -on their side.</p> - -<p>When the Spanish soldiers reached the water's edge -they fired at random, but none of the missiles came anywhere -near them in the boat.</p> - -<p>Faster rowed the British tars, knowing full well that -boats must already have put out in pursuit, and delay -meant trouble.</p> - -<p>Roderic cast many an anxious glance up toward that -section of the heavens where moon and cloud were having -a royal warfare, and he was delighted to discover that -the former would evidently be discounted in the battle—at -least the reign of the cloud would last until they had -reached the Dreadnaught and were sheltered by her bulk -from searching eyes.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span></p> - -<p>So it happened.</p> - -<p>One and all had gained her deck and the boat was -hauled up to the davits ere the face of fair Luna peeped -inquisitively forth.</p> - -<p>Looking toward the shore they saw a dozen boats, all -occupied by Spanish soldiers in pursuit of a little sailboat -or sloop that, taking advantage of the night wind was -endeavoring to slip out of the harbor, being possibly a -smuggler engaged in defying the severe duties placed upon -all imports by Spanish laws.</p> - -<p>Fortune seemed never to tire of aiding their cause—it -was one chance in a thousand that this smuggler should -start just at such a moment, and divert the attention of -the enraged Spaniards.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, however, a guilty conscience had something -to do with the matter, for those on board the <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">contrabandista</i> -boat must have believed the tremendous row -ashore had to do with their presence in the bay, and -spreading their white wings they had flown seaward.</p> - -<p>Several volleys were fired after them by the soldiers, -and there came a deep boom or two later announcing -that the fort commanding the entrance to the bay had -taken a few chances at the escaping boat; but the moon -had again plunged behind the clouds, and besides, those -on board the sloop knew every foot of the offing so that -the way to escape was open.</p> - -<p>But Roderic, even though the yacht was in motion, and -there was more or less danger of a bombardment from -the forts, had lost all interest in the result.</p> - -<p>He was hovering over the berth where they had laid -Georgia, for upon reaching the deck the girl had fainted -in his arms—she had been wounded, perhaps by the -glancing bullet that came from the guard's Mauser when -he took his last shot.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> - -<p>All were dismayed to discover it, and Roderic felt a -dumb anguish creeping over his heart as he awaited the -doctor's report.</p> - -<p>It was a serious wound, with the chances against her -surviving in such a warm climate.</p> - -<p>The truth almost paralyzed poor Roderic—for this -had he labored, that Leon should be saved and his sister -yield up her bright young life?</p> - -<p>Heaven alone knows what he suffered during the -weary hours of suspense.</p> - -<p>When the dread summons came and he knew he had -lost her, the awful nature of the blow almost crushed him.</p> - -<p>For once in his life he felt like cursing the Providence -that rules over all.</p> - -<p>Georgia passed away with her arm about his neck, her -head pillowed on his breast, and her last whispered words -were:</p> - -<p>"How I love you, my Roderic—do not quite forget the -poor daughter of Porto Rico!"</p> - -<p>As if he could forget—so long as life remained her -image must always be enshrined in his heart.</p> - -<p>Perhaps it was just as well for his future happiness—love -like Georgia's, so hot and inflammable, does not always -bring that peace and content of mind which most -men who speak the English tongue desire as their portion—it -would mean an iceberg, a volcano—cold one hour and -scorching the next.</p> - -<p>Yes, perhaps Providence ordered it for the best.</p> - -<p>And Georgia who seemed gifted with unusually clear -vision, Georgia must have realized this, for had she not -placed Cleo's hand in his, and solemnly declared that it -was her dying wish he should in due time take this fair -blue-eyed cousin for his own.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p> - -<p>At first in the keen anguish of his grief Roderic scarcely -gave this a second thought, but later on it loomed up before -his vision as he saw how Cleo avoided him and how -she blushed furiously whenever he glanced at her.</p> - -<p>Thus he knew an explanation was absolutely necessary, -and not being the man to avoid duty he had a long -interview with his cousin.</p> - -<p>It was arranged that Roderic should go away, after -poor Georgia had been buried near Ponce, (where Leon -decided should be the final resting place of his devoted sister,) -and not see Cleo again for six months—if at the end -of that time he could come to her and honestly confess a -positive growth of the love he had always entertained for -her, she would consent to become his wife.</p> - -<p>That was all.</p> - -<p>They had not been interfered with in leaving San Juan -harbor, and a safe landing was made on the southern -shore of Porto Rico where the stars and stripes already -floated over the land that fate intended should be one of -the fairest gems upon Columbia's diadem.</p> - -<p>After the simple ceremony that marked the funeral of -the beautiful girl, Roderic thought life was a blank to -him.</p> - -<p>He joined one of the armies of occupation and saw some -hot service as the boys in blue advanced across the island -toward San Juan, always driving the Spaniards before, -yet each day finding the task more difficult.</p> - -<p>Utterly reckless in his present state of mind, Roderic -rushed into the jaws of death once too often—if his mad -desire was to follow his poor Georgia across the borders -of eternity he came very near accomplishing it one day -when, with a few chosen spirits he cleared a rocky eminence -of Spanish bushwhackers lying in wait for the Yankee -advance guard.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span></p> - -<p>The field doctor actually gave him up for lost, but he -was carried back to the town of Ponce in an old <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">volante</i> -found at a farmer's, relic of days long gone by, and not -the most comfortable vehicle of transportation in the -world for a pain-racked hero, but infinitely better than -nothing.</p> - -<p>Here, in the hospital they found that he had one chance -in a dozen if carefully nursed, and behold, who should -appear at the side of his cot but Cleo, the girl he had believed -a thousand miles away on pleasure bent; yes Cleo, -who, finding there was need of nurses to look after the -sick and wounded heroes among the Regulars and Volunteers, -"her own boys" as she called them, had quickly -chosen to let the voyage wait and devote herself to the -ministration of angelic duties.</p> - -<p>How they worshiped her, those wounded and fever -stricken fellows to whom her presence brought such comfort -as she wrote letters, read cheering words and waited -upon them.</p> - -<p>Many a heart asked Heaven's choicest blessings to follow -her.</p> - -<p>And Cleo had her reward when she found Roderic on a -cot of pain.</p> - -<p><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Her's'">Hers</ins> was the blessed hand that sustained him, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'her's'">hers</ins> -the cheery face that bending above gave him new desire to -live.</p> - -<p>Of course he survived, else had this over true tale -never been written; but it was a hard struggle, and the -good army surgeon solemnly assured Roderic he had positively -been a dead man only for the unremitting and gentle -care of his sweet nurse.</p> - -<p>It was so ordered by Divine Providence.</p> - -<p>Roderic found out the truth—found that he did really<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> -and sincerely love this brave girl from Virginia, not with -the tempestuous affection such as he had felt for Georgia,—no -woman on earth could ever again arouse such a -passion within his heart, but with a steadfast zeal that -must grow with the passage of time until it became the -sum and total of his existence.</p> - -<p>By the time Roderic was well enough to be moved San -Juan had come into the hands of the Americans, a protocol -having been signed anticipating peace between the two -nations, now at war for the first time in their history.</p> - -<p>Porto Rico was a part of the United States—the days -of Spain's dominion had passed and would return no -more.</p> - -<p>It was necessary that Roderic be moved north, for recovery -would be more rapid in a cooler, bracing atmosphere.</p> - -<p>Cleo's beautiful steam yacht still lay in the harbor -awaiting her pleasure.</p> - -<p>No one may ever know who suggested the thing, but -that mattered little, since such a union was a foregone -conclusion; but one day a little ceremony was performed -in Roderic's room at the hotel, and Cleo changed her name—Miss -Fairfax of Virginia was no more—enter Mrs. -Roderic Owen.</p> - -<p>Thus Roderic brushed all scruples aside—as the husband -of the owner of the yacht he could sail in her forever -without arousing comment.</p> - -<p>Weak as he was he and Cleo drove to the grave of his -lost love and mingled their tears with the beautiful flowers -they spread upon it.</p> - -<p>No, Roderic could never forget her—he would be less -than a man to dream of trying, and no doubt once in a -while a yearning would arise in his heart that could not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> -be kept down, for in imagination he could feel her arms -about his neck, her passionate kisses upon his lips.</p> - -<p>But that will come and go as a vague dream.</p> - -<p>His wife is the sweetest and noblest woman in all the -wide world, her devotion to him is the envy of all his -bachelor friends and Roderic declares himself the happiest -benedict in existence.</p> - -<p>To Cleo the memory of Georgia is sacred, and she often -brings up the subject herself, being singularly free from -jealousy.</p> - -<p>Roderic met Julio in Ponce at the time he was saying -good-bye to Leon and his wife; the ex-<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">toreador</i> and beau -of San Juan was thinking of migrating to Spain, since he -could not hope to win many fresh laurels in a land where -the stars and stripes waved, and where men had a stern -code of morals for such sad flirts as he.</p> - -<p>Of General Porfidio, Roderic had seen quite considerable -while in the hospital, and the old warrior will always -have a warm place in Roderic's heart; nor can he ever -forget that awful duel with swords in the East India -bungalow of Rathmines road, Dublin.</p> - -<p>As for Jerome, doubtless he is working the European -capitals—perhaps should he meet one Joel Darby on his -rounds, the latter might kindly give him points concerning -the combination with which he broke the bank at -Monte Carlo.</p> - - -<p class="center">THE END.</p> - -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> - -<div class="tnote"> -<h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> - -<p>Punctuation has been standardized.</p> - -<p>Some alternate spellings have been retained.</p> - -<p>A Table of Contents has been added.</p> - -<p>Character "Roderic" name had variant spelling "Roderick" on 10 pages. -Corrected to "Roderic" for consistency with other 450 occurrences.</p> - -<p>Character "Beven" name had variant spelling "Bevens" on 8 pages. -Corrected to "Beven" for consistency with other 53 occurrences.</p> - -<p>Corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. -Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will -<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p> - -<p>p. 15: "debonnair" changed to "debonair" (his debonair manner)</p> - -<p>p. 33: "wont" changed to "won't" (You won't join me then?)</p> - -<p>p. 68: "chapparal" changed to "chaparral" (than from a chaparral)</p> - -<p>p. 92: "openations" changed to "operations" (start operations upon)</p> - -<p>p. 93: "glimse" changed to "glimpse" (a glimpse of a flaring candle)</p> - -<p>p. 122: "predeliction" changed to "predilection" (predilection for having)</p> - -<p>p. 145: "bete noir" changed to "bete noire" (greatest bete noire was)</p> - -<p>p. 155: "tempation" changed to "temptation" (resist the temptation)</p> - -<p>p. 171: "lesat" changed to "least" (to say the least)</p> - -<p>p. 175: "byegone" changed to "bygone" (relics of bygone days)</p> - -<p>p. 184: "byeways" changed to "byways" (the streets and byways)</p> - -<p>p. 185: "in" changed to "to" (induced to enter the trap)</p> - -<p>p. 189: "diableric" changed to "diablerie" (diablerie of his appearance)</p> - -<p>p. 195: "succumed" changed to "succumbed" (succumbed to the charm)</p> - -<p>p. 217: "semed" changed to "seemed" (at the moment seemed deeply engrossed)</p> - -<p>p. 235: "posibility" changed to "possibility" (bounds of human possibility)</p> - -<p>p. 245: "ecstacy" changed to "ecstasy" (ecstasy and keen pain)</p> - -<p>p. 246: "apperture" changed to "aperture" (a gaping aperture)</p> - -<p>p. 251: Finished incomplete word "dungeon" (reach the closed dungeon)</p> - -<p>p. 261: "resuced" changed to "rescued" (than be rescued by you)</p> - -<p>p. 280: "irrisistibly" changed to "irresistibly" (sweeps irresistibly)</p> - -<p>p. 280: "fusilade" changed to "fusillade" (when the fusillade ceased)</p> - -<p>p. 287: "Her's" changed to "Hers" (Hers was the blessed hand)</p> - -<p>p. 287: "her's" changed to "hers" (hers the cheery face)</p> - -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Miss Fairfax of Virginia, by St. George Rathborne - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MISS FAIRFAX OF VIRGINIA *** - -***** This file should be named 52599-h.htm or 52599-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/5/9/52599/ - -Produced by Daniel Lowe, Melissa McDaniel and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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