serenely. " Bueno," he said. "There is no an-

swer." Then, in his quiet, kindly way, he engaged in a cau- tious conversation with the man, who was willing to talk cheerily, as if something lucky had happened to him recently. He had seen from a distance Sotillo's infantry camped along the shore of the harbor on each side of the custom - house. They had done no damage to the buildings. The foreigners of the railway re- mained shut up within the yards. They were no longer anxious to shoot poor people. He cursed the foreign- ers; then he reported Montero's entry and the rumors of the town. The poor were going to be made rich now. That was very good. More he did not know; and, breaking into propitiatory smiles, he intimated that he was hungry and thirsty. The old major di- rected him to go to the alcalde of the first village. The man rode off, and Don Pepe", striding slowly in the di- rection of a little wooden belfry, looked over a hedge into a little garden and saw Father Romkn sitting in a white hammock slung between two orange -trees in front of the presbytery. An enormous tamarind shaded with its dark foliage the whole white frame house. A young Indian girl, with long hair, big eyes, and small hands and feet, car- ried out a wooden chair, while a thin, old woman, crabbed and vigilant, watched her all the time from the veranda. Don P6p6 sat down in the chair and lighted a cigar; the priest drew in an immense quantity of snuff out of the hollow of his palm. On his reddish- brown face, worn, hollowed as if crumbled, the eyes

fresh and candid, sparkled like two black diamonds.