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rROM an expedition Don Q. was re
turning on a brilliant morning in
the last days of March, and had
halted for the noonday heat in a cave
that overhung a forest of cork trees. No
reflection of the sunshine entered his
mood, which was one of the blackest.
For no less than three days had elapsed
since he had run out of material for
cigarettes, and almost six since he had
sent Robledo down to the plains to bring
him the necessary supply.
Don Q. sat, therefoi4, and started vin
dictively at the fire, which was always
kindled to warm his chilly blood, even
when winter had loosed its grip on the
bleak hights.
The sun was about to set gorgeously
in the Bilence of the sierra when a rob
ber came to the door of the cave and
crossed himself as he saw the attitude
of hie chief. He waited for the usual
command of Don Q.
"8peaker, Gaspar.” Don Q. scarcely
turned his head.
The big lowering rascal was about to
reply, when from outside came a patter
of light feet, and the next moment a
tall, panting girl stood in the mouth of
the cave. The men who had been run
ning after to detain her paused on the
threshold.
“I will see my lord of the mountains!
Senor, let me speak with you alone,” she
cried. “These tried to prevent me—”
Don Q. let his eyes rest upon his vis
itor.
Don Q. motioned with his hand.
"Sit down,” he said, indicating a rough
chair which had been contrived from a
barrel. Then, turning to his followers,
"You will retire,” he added; "but, first,
what does your brawling mean? Am I to
be disturbed in this fashion?’
"The orders,” replied Gaspar In a low
voice, “were that my lord would not be
troubled until the return of Robledo. This
woman—”
“Go,” snarled the chlerf, "the senorita
would see me alone.”
The men filed hurriedly out of sight,
and Don Q., with his head sunk between
his shoulders, waited till the last foot
step died away.
“You have never seen me before,” she
burst out. “You do not know who I
am.
“Go on, dear Isabelilla.”
She started violent. “You know me?”
“I fear I know nearly everything,” re
plied Don Q., with an air of regretting an
awkward circumstance. “I know, for in
stance, that when I send Robeldo on
special errands to the plains, hfe nearly
always wastes an hour or two for w’hich
he does not account—with a guitar, Isa
belilla.”
At the mention of the name of Robledo
the girl's eyes filled with tears.
“He will never sing under my window
any more,” she sobbed.
“This is exceedingly sad news,” replied
Don Q. coldly. “I beg you to tell me
the whole story—the. true story, Isabe
lilla.”
“O, my lord, do not be angry,” she
pleaded. “Four days ago Robledo came
into the town, charged with a mission
from my lord. When it was growing dark
he went out upon that mission and pres
ently, in the dark, he returned?”
"With his guitar?” questioned *he chief
serenely.
“ffr order to ftvert suspicion,” Isabelilla
protested.
“Pray proceed. It is not for you to give
me reasons. Give'me facts very simply.
1 will do the rest.”
“He was singing—O! a sweet song,”
wenit on the girl, in a broken voice, “when
there was a sound of men running down
the street. His music ceased, and he
swung himself up into the embrasure of
the window, where it was very dark. The
men stopped and searched the shadows
under my window’, and one said—‘He was
here but a moment ago, when I warned
you’—for no one dreamed he was in the
window above, clinging to the bars. ‘What
is to be done?’ they said; and one who
seemed the leader, answered— 'Wc will re
main here without noise in the shadows,
for a surety this man whom we have
seen this evening in tlie company of smug
glers and thieves, will come presently
with the tobacco he received to see this
woman,* and he added words, my lord,
that should not be spoken of a woman” —
she paused, for she was crying very bit
terly.
"Ah!” commented Don Q. ‘‘And after?”
“Robledo heard the words, and they
hurt his heart, for he loves me. He
dropped from the window on the man s
shoulders, even before he had finished
speaking—and Robledo had a knife In his
hand.”
“So the fellow died who maligned you?
No?”
“I have heard so. lord. He lay upon
the ground, and I saw Robledo run very
swiftly up the street, and there were five
yelping at his heels. They were out of
sight in a moment. And doubtless Roble
do would have escaped, for he is the
bravest and the swiftest of all me/i; but
they chased him into the arms of a pa
trol wrho were stationed at the end of
the street, neay the plaza. He wound
ed two, but there were ten against him.
What would you?”
“So he permitted himself to be made a
prisoner?”
The chiefs thin smile pointed his com
ment bitterly.
“Yes, for there were many,” Tsabelilla
deprecated; then resumed, In much agi
tation—“Next day my mother made in
quiries at the prison, after her wont.
None suspect her. And they say he will
be taken out to the Alameda on Sunday
morning and garotted.
“If you were afraid, why did you come
into the mountains?” The question took
the girl aback visibly.
•To tell my lord.” she stammered.
“But what have I to do with the mat
ter?”
“My lord will deliver Robledo. M.v lord
never deserts his people,” she said proud
ly
“Was it while upon my business that
Robledo was captured? Had it been so,
doubtless T should have released him.”
“But—but—O, my lord, you cannot
mean you will let him die?”
“I am afraid, dear tsabelilla. that you
have fathomed my meaning.” said Don
Q. with indifference. “It would be sub
versive of the discipline which I main
tain among my men were I to release
R<*bledo, who was taken prisoner while
disobeying my commands.”
“But he loves me,” she urged.
“That also I did not command him to
uu.
Isabelllla stared at Don Q. She could
not believe her ears. That the chief
upon .whom all her world relied, should
forsake Robledo and leave him to his
fate was absolutely unbelievable. In her
misery she stepped nearer to him, but
she could see no sign of relenting In his
fierce eyes or upon the sinister lips,
"But Robledo is the most faithful of
all my lord's followers,” she cried. "In
prison he is waiting the aid of my lord.
Shnll he expect in vain?”
There was still no answer. Carried be
yond herself with the sorrow of the mo
ment. she turned on him.
"They will say In the plains that the
arm of my lord of the sierra Is grown
short, seeing it cannot stretch far enough
to pluck the most worthy and brave of
his men from death.”
"They will not say that,” replied the
brigand gently.
"Why not?”
"Because, my pood Isabelllla. I shall
take, care to avenge Robledo—'tfhen he is
dead."
The girl looked at him in corror. Then
she burst out—
"Since I could walk.” she stormed. "I
have been—I, too—In the service of my
lord. Who sent the news to the moun
tains that Don Luis was coming, carrying
poison in his hat? It was I! Who did
her part when my lord came down into
the city by night to enter the palace of
Don Felipe Majada? It was I! But why do
T.talk in vain? My lord knows. They say
he cannot forget! 'But that Is not true.
He has altered, and can forget us now!
Then listen, ray lord, to Isabelllla. You
have changed her from a friend Into a foe.
She will go down the mountains, and
not smile again until she has done the
thing that is in her mind. But she will
laugh when she sees the lord of the sierra
garotted on the Alameda, even as Roble
do.”
Am she turned to go she flung a packet
upon the ground at the chiefs feet.
“Stop!” At sound of the masterful
word the girl halted Involuntarily.
“What 1m this?”
“Robledo, even in the prison, did not
forget his lord,” she returned furiously.
"He bade me fetch th?s and send it by
a sure hand to*’—She faced him and met
his glance—“my lord. For his sake I
brought It, not—” she ended abruptly.
"So Robledo sent me this?” said Don
Q. thoughtfully. “Pardon me, Isabelllla.”
He opened the packet and Angered and
smelt the tobaeoc it contained. “It is
good, now' then, girl, that my lack of
cigarettes has been a very harrowing
trial to me. You will take a message
from me to Robledo?”
“Yes, lord.”
“You will say that, as Robledo was
so criminal as t^> waste his time under
your window Instead of coming straight
back to me, I am determined to leave him
to die.”
“Ah,” she wailed, striking her hands
together In despair.
“And you will add that, as he had
the good sense, even w-hen he was lying
under sentence* of death, to remember
the horrible privation I was undergoing
without cigaret^ep, I have for that rea
son, and that alone, changed my inten
tion, and resolved to forgive him! and
take him out of prison on Saturday.”
Isabelllla sprang to Don Q.’s side and
covered his Render, bony hand with
kisses.
“Thftt will do,” said the chief.*wMthdraw
ing his finger* from hers. “Go; lose no
time, or Robledo will begin to fear that
I intend to punish him according to his
deserts.”
“Lord, he sent also this,” she drew
out another packet. “It Is a plan of the
prison of Castelleno.“
”1 do not suppose it will be necessary
for me to consult It,” the chief said,
with a strange smile of remembrance,
“but leave It here. It was wise to send
u ••
"And these newspapers," added the
girl, with a sly, pleased glance, "Rob
ledo did not forget these, either,"
Then she departed, radiant and full
of Joy, praying incoherent blessings from
all the saints on the head of Don Q.
Don Q. returned to the Boca de Lobo
and was sitting in his accustomed place
with his lamp besidq him and the papers
sent by the thoughtful Robledo hanging
across his knee. Something he read ar
rested his attention. He reperused it
carefully, then, letting the sheet fall,
he sat staring into the Are in ids
hunched, bird-like attitude, absently roll
ing cigarettes with deft fragile lingers.
Long-sleeping memories had evidently
been awakened in his brain, for he sighed
once dr twice, as does a man who half
regrets a vanished decade.
We have altogether failed in our por
traiture of the great brigand if the
reader does not by this time understand
the dominant quality of freakish hu
mor. compounded ‘of lust of action, in
credible vanity and fantastic courage,
which led Don Q. into the cbiefest of his
exploits. Although, perhaps, he valued
Robledo more than any other of his fol
lowers, he w’as quite capable of allowing
him to die for a small disobedience, as
he regarded the most trifling deviation
from ardors «« a studied insult.
"Tfie fellow ren fixes rightly enough that
his life is a small matter compared with
the vexatious ^ict of ray lack of ci
garettes," he had mungured to himself
more than once during the last four
days.
He • looked down at the paragraph
again; his sinister laughter broke out as
he struck his hand upon his knee with
the air of a man who had found what
he sought.
But Don Q. never acted on the spur of
a thought if he could spare time for re
flection. Thus cigarette after cigarette
burnt itself out In a flare between his
I thin Ups before he called Ramon, Gas- i
I par and Felipe up from the fires in the
j valley.
"Caspar," he began, "you know the
inn at Colaro, on the road to Castel
leno?"
"Yes. lord A*
I "Proceed there, and order an excellent
' supper for 10 o’clock tomorrow night."
i "Yes, lord."
"Go. You. Felipe, will proceed to tlie
! Castillo Negro below the mountains, and
see there Valentina, who waits upon the
maid of the Duquesa. You know her?"
The young man reddened, and glanced
I ufr with a furtive look of fear.
"Yea, lord." \
J The chief met his eyes with a con
I temptuous smile.
I The robber crossed himself, but made
| no reply. "Go down and bring the girl
to the grove of ilex near to Colaro. She
shall say that her grandmother is dy
ing. The grandmother who brought her
up, you understand? She need fear noth
ing. She has pleased me.” He added some
further instructions.
"And you, Ramon, pick with care ten
of the least repulsive looking of your
comrades, saddle my mule, and wait for
me at the head of the pass."
The brigands trooped off, and the chief
dropped his eyes once more upon Urn
paragraph that had given him inspira
tion.
It merely stated that higli festivities
were to be held in Castelleno on that
evening of Saturday, and that the ball
would be graced by the presence of the
Dpquest d’Orava, who happened to be
staying at her country house, the Cas
tillo Negro, some twelve miles distant
from the town. It was situated, in fact.
[ upon the upper reaches of that river that
| murmured so dismally below the prison
grating behind which Robledo was ly
ing.
I Beneath the sierra, which rose stark
and threatening in the moonlight, ran
the narrow country road connecting the
Castillo Negro with the highway. Down
this road the carriage of the old Duquesa !
must pass as she drove from her house
to the ball to be given that night in the
city, but the deep dust remained undis
turbed in the windings of the lane as late
as 7 o’clock on the Saturday evening.
Perhaps the world held no more sur
prised woman than the old Duquesa
d’Orava when her carriage pulled up
with a jerk in the shade of the ilex grove.
Perhaps, also, she was frightened; but
she was a high-tempered old lady, and ,
she showed no symptom of fear as she
called out her strident commands to the
coachman to go on.
Report says she was adding some full
flavored remarks when the door opened
and a man In a cloak stood bowing be
fore her, his pallid face and bald head ,
bleaming white in the dusk.
At the sight of him the Duquesa's elder- i
ly maid began to scream.
“Peace fool! One slits the throat of |
a screaming hen.” The sharp, sibilant i
tones rut across the woman's shrieks.
“May I beg of you, Duquesa. to order
this person to descend? I must speak
I with you alone.”
! “Certainly not! I am in a hurry. Drive
I on, Joaquin!"
“Pardon me,” said the figure at the
door, and before the occupants of the |
carriage had any idea of his Intention,
he laid a grip of steel on the maid’s arm.
and swung her adroitly out Into the hands i
of a man behind him.
“It grieves me to the heart to put you ;
to this inconvenience, lllustrlssima, but for
the sake of performing a humane action, 1
one would venture to plead for your for
t; i v ■ ! i • • s s."
The old lady listened amazed. Thli rob
ber had the accent, the bearing of her
own class. Oddly enougn, the fact fur
ther Incensed her.
"What does this moan," she cried
cried fiercely. “Who are you? A foot
pad?”
“Hardly, Duquesa. Your eyes deceive
you in this dimness. Believe me. no man
has a more profound horror of footpads
than myself. To the honorable brigand
the footpad is unspeakably abhorrent.”
Perhaps the fiery old heart sank at i
tibs, but a laugh cackled on the night \
air. 1
~A very courtly ruffian,'’ she said In
solently. “What Is your name?”
“I have for many years past been
known as Don Q.,” he answered cere
moniously.
"You are the sequestrador?” she said at
last.
“Such Is the calling I have the honor
to follow.”
“I have heard that you have never
held a lady to ransom.”
"Ah! you gratify me. It is quite true.”
“Then, what is it you want of me?”
“I came to beg a favor.”
“Tell me quickly what It is, for I am
late and must proceed."
”1 am desolated; but to proceed—that
Is impossible.”
"What do you mean? I am then, your
prisoner?” she asked brusquely.
”Bv no means. Only my guest for
twelve hours in a charming valley, where
T have made ready for so distinguished
a visitor. In the meantime I will ask
you to he so good ns to lead me to your
carriage.
“Most assuredly I shall do nothing of
the kind!” She brought her palms sharp
ly together to emphasize the refusal.
“It will Rave a life!”
“Pooh! The life of some boseborn out
law such as yourself? No. I say! To
night I accept the hospitality of the San
tolallas. They fete our great Gen I’brf
que—Don Edmelo Ubrique.
“Do not fear to accept mine, illus
trisslma." Don Q.'s courtesy remained
unruffled. “My birth is infinitely more
noble than that of Santolalln,"
He was about to move away as men
in the livery of the Duquesn emerged
from among the tree sand took the places
of her servants. The sinking moon was
beginning to shine upon the road under
the Ilex trees. and the Duquesa’s
haughty old face peered out keenly.
“These are not my people.” she said
with imperious finality. “1 demand my
own servants and to be allowed to con
tinue my journey to Onstelleno.”
Don Q. turned back.
“That Is impossible, my dear lady,
within limits my men are quite at your
service. They are not, believe me, as
villainous as their looks would seem to
Indicate. Tomorrow morning your own
servants and your carriage will be re
lumed to you.”
The gage of the duquesa’s temper had
by this time run up to 'high pressure.
"T will not submit to this insolence!
Who are you that you should put your
commands upon me*” she demanded.
"How dare you pretend to noble birth?
A valet in his master’s coat would cut
Cl i«*un nguir;
The chief stood before her silent.
"I order you to let. me go! T shall have
you whipped In the streets of Malaga,
thief!" and wlt’h the word a withered
hand shot out into the moon-beams, but
Don Q., with a slight movement, avoid
ed the fan meant to strike violently
across his face.
He was aware of his men's eyes upon
him. He bent forward almost Into the
carriage and spoke to the duquesa.
"Emilia"—the sudden whisper froze her
—"do you forget two blows given long
ago—first the fan. then the knife—and
whose arms were round you after?”
The wind sobbed in the trees; the mys
terious night noises made themselves
heard; while the Duquesa d'Orava sat
stiffly upright without a word or sigh.
How had this man, this brigand, learn
ed the secret of her tragic girlhood?—and
spoken In a voice she seemed to remem
ber!
Don Q. softly closed the door, and
waved his hand to the. coachman; then,
as the wheels rumbled away Into the
distance, he stepped Into the shadows,
and once more the little road lay c‘mpty
under the waning moon.
"Enough, my child. 1 am satisfied
with your work. You will have your
reward in good time,” said Don Q.. who
under the skilful fingers of Valentina,
had assumed more or less the aspect of
the Duquesa d'Orava.
"I have done all I can. lord.” stam
mered the girl, "but tlie light of a ball
rocm. it Is brilliant—too much for-"
"I do not mean to tempt it. Now. ar
range upon my shoulders that horrible
garment with feathers placed upon Its
edges to torture the wearer. I really no
longer wonder at the violent moods of
women."
The preaence of the Duquesa dOrava
at the splendid entertainment given by
the Santollas was regarded as second
only In importance to that of the great j
general himself. After midnight her non- '
appearance began to breed comment. For,
although she rarely missed a ball, she
as rarely staid at the Castillo Negro,
•pending most of her time in Madrid and
at other resorts where people of her ,
world congregated according to the sea- ,
son of the year.
As the Duquesa*s well-known carriage. |
with its sweating horses, drew up in the I
patio, servants ran to open the door and |
usher the guest into the house with all |
the ceremony due to her rank; but the
lady swept away the Angers of the near*
est.
"No, no, no!" she crieij in a hoarse, ex
cited whisper, "have you heard nothing?—
Gen. Ubrique?”
"The illustrious general is here,” said
the man. who had thrown open the car
riage door.
“What—here? Is he then still alive?
Alas, poor general!"
The choked words a maxed the man.
He stared stupidly at the great lady, who
seemed to be trembling with agitation
in the dusky Interior or the coach.
"Come, come," croaked the voice, “an
answer, your rogue, or I will deal with
you—I mean I will request some cabal
iero to beat you soundly in my name.
Come, answer me, is the general still
alive?”
“lllustrissima. he was but now dancing
in the saloon,” stammered the servant.
"I am in time! Quickly, go and beg his
excellency to speak with me here. Be
off, or I wish make you regret—”
But the man was gone,
we write, a personage wnom Spain de
lighted to honor. Risen from a lower
rank of life, he had already attained
eminence. Suave, strong, unscrupulous
perhaps, but both courageous and able.
On receiving her message, he hurried
out bareheaded to see her.
"Come, my friend, come,” moaned the
duquesa. "get in beside me. I dare not
risk descending! Come, I will relate to
you the whole plot," she added In a
whisper. "O! how frightful have been
my sufferings, lest I should he too late
to save you!”
ybrlque hesitated. He hardly knew
what to think of the Information the du
quesa had sprung upon him.
"1 have no words to thank you”—he
began.
t>U l IDO UUqUPBO nii'liF"1
"I have no need nf words. Come, gen
eral. enter.” She laid her slender hand on
his wrist. Looking down at It, he recog
nized the blazing diamond In the mar
quise ring on her forefinger. After all,
he must humor her.
He bowed Ills dark head and got Into
the carriage taking the seat opposite to
his old friend with her Inconvenient tears
and anxieties.
“Don Ermolo. a plot has been formed
against you. The Duquesa bent forward
and laid her hand affectionately upon his
ns the carriage rolled slowly out of the
patio and took Its way hack through the
Alnmeda. "I could not exist without giv
ing you-“
There was a strange, muffled sound,
for the Duquesa had flung the cloak
with Its Insufferable feathers over her
companion’s head, unseen hands had
drawn his feet from under him, and he
fell Into the bottom of the carriage,
half smothered, hut struggling desper
ately.
Meantime the coach Increased Its pace.
Far outside the town on a wooded hill
side It stopped, and In the darkness Qen.
fbrlque found himself, still gagged and
bound, carried through the trees and laid
on the ground In a little choza where a
lantern burned dimly. (
wrapped closely In a cloak. In the man
ner of all Spanish men after nightfall,
come to the doorway and stood looking
down at the prostrate figure. Then he
stooped and slipped the gag from Fbrl
que's mouth.
"What Is the meaning of this outrage?”
Uhrlque exclaimed.
“It means that there is a small matter
to be settled between us In the next half
hour.”
I am Don Q.. and. lest you should un
wisely forget the fact, remember you
are my captive. As long as you are that.
1 demand civility, otherwise you will
die.”
Ubrlque pondered.
“How long do you propose to keep me?
It is a matter of ransom, of course?”
he said at length.
"It may be called so. But the affair
is a little out of the common. For your
life I ask the life of another man. In
the prison of Castelleno lies a certain
Robledo, condemned to death. He must
bo restored to liberty.”
“I met the governor of the prison this
evening. This fellow Is a desperate char
acter. Special precautions-”
" I know that minutely!”
"eH Is to die tomorrow morning.''
“For your sake, I hope not; because,
whatever the fate of Robledo, that will
be exactly your fate.”
The general smiled slowly.
“Ah! and what do you want me to
do?”
“Merely to write a letter hinting to
the governor that you have absolute evi
dence of Robledo's Innocence. Avoid de
tails.”
”In other words, you wish me to pro
cure the release of Robledo in exchange
for giving me my life?”
“Precisely, senor.”
“Unloose my hands and bring me pen
and paper.’1
CSen. Ermelo Ubrlque wrote rapidly for
a few moments.
“Shall I tell you what I have written,
senor?" he said; and, as Don Q. bowed,
he added, "my letter is naturally to the
governor of the prison. I have told him
hnw I was brought here by a stratagem;
that my death is certain unless the (*on
demned felon Robledo, who I find belongs
to Don Q.’s ow n band. Is released by way
of exchange for my life. You follow
me?”
“But certainly. It is to the point;” and
the chief laughed in his least attractive
fashion.
The general glanced sharply up at
him.
“L»i«ten further. Such a suggestion
proves this brigand’s incapacity to un
derstand the code of honor which rules
the life of a gentleman of Spain. I beg
you will at once have this Robledo put
to death.”
“You have done absolutely as I ex
pected you to do. Pray accept my con
gratulations. Tt is the act of a brave
man: more, hiso, it i* mwiimriy
letter I myself. Don Q.. of the sierra,
would have written In your place. If"—
his Uvld-Hdded glance fixed Itself on UbrU
que and held his eyes—"If I had not been
rnther less of a fool than you are!"
Perhaps there is a no man living who
would not have admired himself In the
position Don Ermelo Ubrique had chosen
to take up. He had accepted death for the
sake of honor. It is little wonder that ha
turned furiously on Don Q.
"I could not expect you to understand.
You. who are-"
"Hush!" the word hissed out like a
bullet. "T.lsten. before you rashly con
demn. I know much about you, Don
Ermelo. I have watched your career
with attention—If I did not fear to un
duly elate you I might nlmoat say with
interest; I think you might yet do much
for Spain. Bin if you die here today
what will the world know of you? That
you were taken by a grotesque strata
gem, duped by an impersonation you
should have been keen enough to fathom.
In every fonda. the story will be told
against you. You will be mourned, not
with tears, but with laughter. You were
a brave man, perhaps, but a fool, they
will say; and Don Q. bamboozled you
ths t old vulture of the mountains mas
querading as the proudest Duquesa In the
land! Man. die if you will, but do not
ruin your reputation!"
Pbrique’s color changed to a chilly pal
lor ns lie listened. It was true, si lthat
this mountain wolf said; that was tlie
horror of it. it was true! Death, which
atones for so much, could not cover hint
from the ridicule of the people. It was
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