Til 1C next day was quiet in the morning, except

for the faint sound of firing to the northward, in n of Los Hatos. Captain Mitchell had

ied to it from his balcony anxiously. The phrase,

" In my delicate position as the only consular agent then in the port, everything, sir, everything was a just cause for anxiety." had its place in the more or stereotyped relation of the "historical events" whirh for the next few years was at the service of nguished strangers visiting Sulaco. The mention of the dignity and neutrality of the flag, so difficult to preserve in his position, "right in the thick of these events between the lawlessness of that piratical villain Sotillo and the more regularly established but scarcely less atrocious tyranny of his Excellency Don Pedro Montero," came next in order. Captain Mitchell was not the man to enlarge upon mere dangers much. But he insisted that it was a memorable day. On that towards dusk, he had seen "that poor fellow of mine Nostromo. The sailor whom I discovered, and, I may say, made. sir. The man of the famous ride to Cavta, sir. An historical event, sir!" Regarded by the O.S.N. Company as an old and faithful servant, Captain Mitchell was allowed to at- tain the term of his usefulness in ease and dignity at

the head of the enormousl extended service. The