evolutionary war, who had planned revolutions, who

t>elieved in revolutions. For all the uprightness of b character, he had something of an adventurer's morality, which takes count of personal risk in the ethical appraising of his action. He was prepared. ed be, to blow up the whole San Tome" mountain sky-high out of the territory of the republic. This solution expressed the tenacity of his character, the remorse of that subtle conjugal infidelity through which his wife was no longer the sole mistress of his thoughts, something of his father's imaginative weak- and something, too, of the spirit of a buccaneer throwing a lighted match into the magazine rather than surrender his ship. Down below, in the patio, the wounded cargador had breathed his last. The woman cried out once, and her unexpected and shrill, made all the wounded sit up. The practicante scrambled to his feet and, guitar in hand, gazed steadily in her direction with elevated eye- brows. The two girls, sitting now one on each side of their wounded relative, with their knees drawn up and long cigars between their lips, nodded at each other significantly. Charles Gould, looking down over the balustrade, saw three men dressed ceremoniously in black frock- coats, with white shirts, and wearing European round enter the patio from the street. One of them, head and shoulders taller than the two others, ad- vanced with marked gravity, leading the way. This was Don Juste Lopez, accompanied by two of his friends, members of Assembly, coming to rail upon the

administrador of the San Tome* mine at this early hour.