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A LIVING LIE,
THE STORY OF A DOUBLE LIFE.
13 y Lily Tinsley,
Author of "A Day of Reckoning, -1 “In the Ring,” "The Child of the Shadow ” “A
London Secret.” "Cousin Dick.” "Black water Towers,” &Q.
[Copyright, 1592, by Tillotson & Son.]
CHAPTER VIII.
WEDDING BELLS—(CONTINUED).
for • moment Sir Lauren-e and Nellie
stayed still silent with amazement iu the
doorway. Then, the first to recover
herself, Nellie asked fearfully:
••Who's it?”
The sound of bar voice recalled her father
to himself, and by instinct guessing that
this was anew and last diabolical trick of
Royal's to stay the wedding, made an effort
to push the woman aside, ordering her in a
tone which must have awed any but one
who was under Royal’s dominion:
“Out of the way. woman! Out of the
way, i say!”
But the messenger of evil stood her ground
firmly. “What of the 10th of December.
That is your future husband's secret!”
“The 10th of December: The secret 1” re
peated Nellie.
And then a crv of ineffable horror broke
from her lips.
“Nellie, do not listen Come, my child,"
and trembling almost bes de himself with
excileineut, Sir Lawrence put bis arm
round her and tried to draw her ouward.
I nere was no ob tac e now in the path,
for, obedient to her instructions, the bag
had beaten a retreat the m ment she saw
ibat her mission was successfully accom
pushed. but Nellie wornd not—could not—
obey her father's wish.
Sne stood like one turned to stone, her
wnite flowers fallen to the ground, her
co.tly dress trailing in thedu9', her face
growing every moment more set and gray
til her speechless horror.
in vain her father begged, entreated —ay. j
end commanded, in such a tone as he bad j
never uied to her before
6>be gave no sign even of bavin* heard,
deaf to his voice as to the church bells
svhioh ran* out again and again their call
to her to come and meet her future husband
at the church.
And then ensued a scene impossible to de
scribe.
Only fora moment it lasted—too short a
Hut for any one to solve the mys ery—just
long enough for someone to return up from
toe vhurch to the ball.
Lao, it bos i een said, had been the last to
lea'e the house, and at the moment he had
set his foot withi i the sac ed odiflce, not
many yards away, he had been stayed by
tbe sound of Nellie's scream.
There was for him no mistaking that
voioe. Without even trying to stay to
think, with one bound he was out of the
churchyard gate, flying back to the hall.
It,seemed hours before he reached it, but
once within the gate he literally bounded
up the path, ad reached the doorway,
reached tbe si ill, white-robed statue which
Hir Lawrence was try lug to call to life iu
vaiu.
Toe picture must have struck dread to
his heart, but with one mighty effort he
caught bis bride to him, asking, "Nellie,
my darling, what is it I”
His roucn had more power than her
fth*i "■ tears or entreaties;
With almost fury she strove to be free
from his hold.
But bfcause he w aid not believe tbe
horrible fear which w as screaming aloud ,tf
his ears, he held her fast.
"Nell, ure you mad, that you shrink from
met Sjieak, tell mo what is the meaning of
tl is, say anything, but don’t look like
tba\”
‘•foursecret!” she said at last, still strug
gliug wildly. "Lee. 10, where were you that
njgbt?”
"That night,” repeated Leo, falling back
then so that she was free at last, "Ady Gull
Who has told you?’’
Sir Lawrence sprung upon him. dragging
him do wn and stifling the word> upon his
lips.
"Deny it, dmv it! The truth will kill
her!'*
W jth one glum e at Nellie, as she stood
swaying n w o and fro, her breath coining
i grea’ g <sps, her hands clutching at her
heart as if its beating was agony to her,
Leo made this lost effort.
. Regardless how he crushed her snowy
dress, the white fl over crown on her golden
fcej'd, he si.atched her ouce mere to him iu a
bohl which seemed as if it mu-t hurt her,
tore apart tne costly veil, and, her face free
t b in. rained unit a hot torrent of kisses,
crying:
"Nel , it is false: I am innocent, I declare
—1 swear it.”
I' : po verle's in his held, Nellie coi’ld yet
gasp in atme ot almost more than mortal
/•
“Ni>, no; it is true. 1 know it. I know it.’
Her ve v tone seemed to carry conviction
to Leo.
Once more he released uer, fell back with
a face iivid with horror, hi limbs, as it
were, i econ,mg powerless, so that when,
with a low groan of anguish, Nellie shud
de*sd convulsi*ely end re-led backward,
be could Dot put out his hand to mve her,
o. ly stat'd still and see* her fall to the
ground.
This was the end of tbe dav -which was
to ha> e t eon so blessed—this the end of the
love and trust!
. Tta women’s heart had been tried more
•than itcruld bear, at and she lay at the fee;
' f the m n who was to have lean her
ti"sband, lay in all her hiave bridal array,
face downward ia the dus:.
PAlt ± IV.
CHAPTER I.
A STRANGE TIE.
“Another day almost gono; another night
crjh. The days ore tei rlble enough
when the sun shines, and the worid goes
on, on, and only 1 am apart, crouching
aaay liere. But the nights, whet, there i
nothing but darkness all around, when all is
as the grave—are the worst of
all. Tb" darkness seem* as if it will be for
ever, and ;n the silence a thousand voices
scream and shriek in my ears, ‘Murderer!
Murdsro :’ Every moving shadow seems the
baud# of justice outstretched to Seize tne,
while before my eyes, wherever I may turu
them, is hi * face. If I could but sleep.
And yet fieep brings dreams even worse
than my waking thoughts. But to watch
and wait, to watch and wait, almost drives
me mac*! Heaven, if it could be that my
•eta** would leave me—or that death would
come! Why did I flinch back from the
stream when it crossed my path as I Hod
:bst wedding morning which seems
so long, long ago? Shall Igo back to it
how. Ah. no! 1 dare not do that new sin.
And yet—how can Ig, on living this life.
*“®, n st 8 word justice at least would end
Prom the stupor into which Nellie’s re
jection of his lie denying bis guilt—Leo had
“T resolutely from her as he
had hitherto clung to her—to fly be knew
not, cared not whither, so tongas it was
•way—away from sight and sound of her
and her voice.
. la ® V strange that all at
■nee msuch an Important moment the un
-0,0 °* hi * inu °cence suould have
asserted the young man.
n* 11 no ’v > ?, *? whsn il 19 remembered
tine a l<,Vu which first made
lnl\ P o” K 3r ‘ h “ uddrßw him from his hid
!E£E£l, *" a nd £ W *'* tal t ,r bersake-be
*us* he know how great was that love—he
*° b * r “,s nurdo , res !
rather’ ,w ‘ o, OTe L‘ bl f " wn
Wu r M t ofthe h ?; u 'th e . ,t ‘ , ' Ul ' i tre ° k har
, J. 1 " 111 eB Uy bo understood, then, that
k reasons^ 1 * 8 * 1 * 00 “* ouc ® del,tr( ’T 6d all su b
__ How he chose a retreat in the town of
N . not far from the ball—bow he
reached it he never knew, nor, indee i, any
thing save that o ice within a little lark
room in a poor lodging house in one of ihe
most obscure parts of the town—he
douched down biding hlB feet fiointhe
light, clenching his bauds at his heart, pray
ing, almost as it were unconsciously, that
death would come and end his misery.
But the hours had passed, night succeeded
day, whioh in its turn gave place to night
again, and still he lived—if, indeed, it was
life so to crouch, like a stricken bound.
Nature, however, at length reasserted
herself, and reason ouce more began to
look, if not to the future, at least at the
facts of the present.
His first course was to try and gain some
news of the hall, but with very little result.
It was too busy a town for go-sip con
cerning a place so unimportant to beef
much account.
A newspaper, however, vaguely stated
that the marriage of Sir Lawrence Hunting
ford’s daughter was postponed, owing to
the illness of the bride, who was, however,
in no clanger.
Relieved of bis fears for Nellie, at least so
far as her health was concerned. Leo gave
wav to the instincts within him which bade
him face the matter, and do what be could
for the best.
Then it was that the full horror of his
guilt, driven away- by the magio of the little
i iiud girl’s love, returned, and because of
the knowledge of the loss of that love, with
double the energy of formerly.
For some time be was nearly beside him
self.
Over and over again the battle between
guilt and innocence, if not the fear of
j death, the clinging to life, which is the
j mainspring of youth, and the desire to atone
for the horrible crime by meeting punish
ment bravely, was fought, aud each time
with the samo result.
Only each time that new terror of a way
to escape all consequences on earth, by
seeking death at bis own hand, grew less
ond less.
But his heart was true to a belief in the
divine mercy, and realizing the horror of
ibis new sin, and his own growing weak
ness, in very despair he determined to end
the light while he had power.
Already he had supplied himself with the
necessary means for a confession. Seiziog
these, he hastily wrote a few brief lines to
the inspector of the police in the town,
crushed them into an envelope, and turned
to leave the room.
He had not done so since his first entry,
ad for a moment he hesitated.
Then feeling anew that now or never
could he save his soul from even yet wor e
evil than was already upon it, be forced
himself to make this las„ effort of wili.
The landlady saw him go out with some
surprise. Indeed she was not a little curi
ous about him. For although he bad paid
liberally in advance iwitb the wedding
fees) be had, on being asked to give bis
na ne replied hastily that he should have no
letters nor visitors, aud wished his presence
6' eu ill the house to be kept, a secret.
Mrs. Grimms was. however, too glad of
the money, and too used to what she called
shady customers, her house being indeed a
rendezvous, although Leo did not know it,
for persons whose doiugs in the town were
not performed in and iylight—to lose her
lodger from any oversqueamishness as to
ways or character.
She was not, moreover, destined to have
her curiosity satisfie 1, even when by a curi
ous chance as soon almost as tie bad left the
house, there arrived for Leo not only a
letter, but a visitor, both of which apper
tained to him, but only by description.
The letter was marked “Private,” and
brought by a little urchin.
Mrs. Grimms carried it upstairs and put
it on her lodger’s table.
The visitor was Royal.
He had been having no vrv tranquil
time of it since the accomplishment of his
plan to stay the wedding: indeed had more
than once wondered whether his brilliant
idea was not likely to bring him into greater
danger than if be had risked allowing the
marriage to take ( lace.
He had acted on the spur of tr.e moment.
At the very onset he hnd met with a serious
bar to his plans, In his viotim’s aDrupt
flight and suooeesfni hiding.
To once more bring him in subjection
would be no difficult task, but how was
this to be accomplished at all when he had
vanished so completely as it were from the
face of tbo earth, leaving no trace behind?
Royal, however, was not to be easily
turned from bis path iu this terrible fight
fur his safely.
He did not for a moment give up the
s arch until ended in his at last unearthing
his proy.
His arrival at Leo's lodgings was singq
lariy opportune, for being shown up into his
room by Mrs. Grimms, wuo was muoh im
pressed by his grand air, he was not slow to
10. k about him.
His eye liebting upon the letter on the
tnblo, he at once picked it up and examined
it with some attention and surprise.
i*Madge’s writing—l’ll swear t > it,” he
said to himself, “though she has tried to
disguise it. It’s not the thing I know to
open letters not addressed to oneself; hut
every inan should see his wife’s correspond
ent*, especially when |t is with another
man, nud most particularly when that
other man may hand him over at any
moment to justice.”
Eo saying, he coolly opened the letter and
read the lines it contained; then with one
of his most diabolical smiles put it into the
pocket.
“I shall take the liberty of suppressing
this, and answering it ia person. Or
stay,—exchange is no robbery. I’ll leave
this in its place. It will be a neat little re
minder to the boy, and perhaps do my work
for me.”
And he laid upon tbe table a little pistol,
the i ne in fact which he had always carried
about him until the fatal night, aud which
in Leo’s hand accomplished as he believed,
such a deadly purpose.
Such a touch as Its return to Leo now was
true to Royal’s deviltry, which was not slow
to realise how this last turn of -affairs was
likely to have acted upon the young man’s
already bruised heart and conscience.
Just at that moment there came the sound
of a step upou the stair.
“Forrester? I’ll watch him first and see
what mood lie’s in,” said Royal. “A mistake
now will ruin all.”
And steppiug across to the open window,
wtycb was covered by dingy red curtains,
he passed on to the balcony without, drawl
nig the curtains so as to conceal bis pres
ence.
Almost as he did so Leo entered the room,
pale and trembling, and bearing upon him
the sad traces of what those long boors of
agony had been to him.
In the midst of bis other th lughts ho
seemed to have forgotten the object of his
oxodus.
“Great heavens!” he said tohimself, as he
closed tbe do w behind him fearfully, and
w.ped the cold perspiration from his f re
head. “YVhat have uot those fewsteps cost
me? More even than that other time, whe-u
first I dared to trust myself in tho street.
As I went along every man, woman ad
child seemed to shrink from me, os it the
name of ‘Murderer’ was written on my
forehead. Every step behind me seemed t
be the bloodhounds on my track. Ah, but
1 Was free! free! And before an hour was
oyer (he had sent the letter by hand to th
police station as quicker) I shall bn u
prisoner! And then ”
A convulsive shudder passed over his
find with a low g: oau of agony be foil
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1892-TWELVE PAGES.
face downward upon the little pallet which
whs his bad.
No doubt,. thinking this mood a good one
f r his purpo-e of intitnid .tiota. Royal
stepped into the room arid called him by his
name.
But Leo did not aniwer, not even when
advancing to the bed he raised his voice.
And yt he was not asleep, for he seemed
to be talking to hi nself, and upon Royal, in
sine tear, pushing him by the shoulder
over on bis side, his eyes showed wide open,
though fixed in a set, dull s are, which be
traved tbeir nlindness to external objects.
The lad, indeed, had been s > long without
soup in his troubled state that the fresh air
of the street bad acted upon him as a sort
of opiate, throwing him into a kind of de
lirous stupor.
“Yes, 1 have done it,” he muttered. turn
ing his bead heavily from side to side, but
still keeping bis eyes fixed iu the same
strange, vacant stare aud speaking in a hol
low, gasping tone whio.-i of itself told how
his thoughts found involuutary utterance.
•‘This is the end—the end of ail. Father,
you at least will never know. I meant to
snare you this, both of vnu dear ones, but I
dared not trust myself, or I might do that
other sin. And yet—O. no, no—now that it
fs done I oannot face it out. They will
come and take me soon. I will go away, I
will go away.”
Royal did not understand the meaning of
all this babbling, at least not that it pointed
to a confession, but it occurred to him that
even in this sleepless sleep he might begin
his tormenting of the young man, and be
was not slow to make the experiment.
It succeeded; his strong will, as it
were chaining the other’s feeble
senses, an 1 so holding them to
him. that in the strangest, and yet
oasiest maimer possible, be actually was
able to lead them to the end he so fiendishly
wished.
Thus as Leo seemed in fancy to be bent
upon trying to escape from bis enemies, bis
tormentor assumed that character and
creasing his gaze with one as set and steady,
said In a clear, penetrating voice, such as a
mesmerist might use, indeed usurping
some such power:
“1 eouard Ferret, I arrest you in the name
of the queen, for murder!”
For a moment the lad seemed to try to
escape from the spell put upon him, but too
weak and powerle s he sank baok with a low
agonizing moan
“Too late! Too late!”
And then the stupor deepened, so that
Royal feared all sense would vanish, but
after a little the rambling broke out again.
"Is tnis the court I Ah yes, I see the judge,
the jury, the crowd, all, all looking at me
reproachfully, savagely, because I am a
murderer.”
"Leonard Ferret, do you plead guilty or
not guilty?” asked Royal, in the same tone
as before, smiling as he cunningly followed
up the sleeper’s fancy.
“Not guilty! Not guilty!” replied Leo.
* ‘He died, and by my haod, but I did not
mean to fire. I did- not want bis life, only
to save her. O. believe me, believe me, fur
God's sage. lam not guilty! Not guilty!”
"This is tbe sentence of the law. You
will be hanged by the neck until you are
dead.”
Another aud heartrending moan was the
only answer. But the listener had no
mercy.
“AH is ready! Prisoner come!” he said in
the stern commanding tone as if he really
gave the order.
I.eo lay for a moment breathing heavily,
and then in a low awed whisper, whioh told
of tbe great hold his tormentor had upon
him to make him imagine all the horrors of
the law’s greatest punishment, he said:
“Ah, leave my arms free. I will not try
to escape.”
“It is the law, you must submit,” replied
Royal, in a hollow tone, whioh even in his
own ears sounded with dread.
“Ah, the cap, to shut out the sun, the
light forever. Ab, but it will shut out the
sight of his face, too. The rope! My God!
Ah, no: I cannot die. 1 cannot die such a
ueatti as this.”
For a moment the sleeper struggled,
fought as if indeed iu the hangman’s ea:-
brace, and then fell back with a rattling
sound in his throat as if he felt even tbe
pangs of death itself.
Roypl rew bak.
All in a moment the dread of what he did
came Upon him.
He suffered himself the death agony with
which he had inspired his victim. Gasping
for breath, iu nis turn he staggered to the
window and loaned against the baloony
rail, a prey to far worse terror than oven
Leo biraedf.
The boy, meanwhile freed from the pow
erful hold upon his souses, had sprung ud
from his bed, and stared round him with an
almost mad stare.
I ’A dream now—but one day —one day, it
will he true.” "True!” he whispered to
himself. Then bis dull gaze fell upon the
weapon which Royal had placed near at
hand.
Had it not been so he must have been
convinced that it was the weapon with
which he had taken the hunchback’s life.
At first sight, of it be recoiled in horror,
then the former stupor seemed to have re
turned upon him, and ho became as it were
attracted to it, until, with a sudden move
ment. his hand went out, and he snatched
it to him, plaoing the muzzle against his
temple.
A moment, an instant more, and Royal’s
fell object would have been attained.
But God in his mercy willed that the
innocent snould not suffer for the guilty,
the evil triumph over tbe good.
In his horrible abstraction Leo had not
heard tho door open.
Pausing at tbedoor, whither Mrs. Grimms
had conducted her wonderingly, a guardian
nugel satd, iu a tone of sweetest question
ing:
“Leo!”
“.Nellie!” he said, and then stoon motion
less, believing his senses had once again left
him.
“Yes, it Is I, YVby don’t you come to me
—wby don’t you speak to me? Leo!”
And with a swift, gliding step—very un
like her usual hesitating one—as if some
how -she knew the horrible danger which
threatened t er lover, the littl3 blind girl
reached his side, her band going out straight
to his, touching the weapou it held.
At the touch Leo drew back.
“No, no, keep away. Leave go, leave
go,” he cried, fiercely.
But with all her might, heedless of her
own danger—for she recognized tbe nature
cf the weapon she touched—she clung to hie
hand.
“Give it to me, give it tome, Leo,” she
shrieked. Then, as he still struggled fiercely,
almost thrusting her a.vav, she controlled
herself by an almost superhumau effort,
saying quietly:
“Leo, I command yon to give it to me.”
His face was livid, his whole body quiver
ing with the passion of his desire for self
destruction ; but at her command he had no
will butte obey. He let her take the pistol
from between his clinched fingers and lay
it aside.bat of sight.
Then suddenly her strength deserted her.
She reeled and would have fallen but that
he put out his arm to save her, drooping as
a great lido of grief aud pain burst from
her in quick, gasping sobs, so deep, so heart
wrung, that iu terror for a moment be
ootild only support her, letting her lie baok
in bis arms powerless, nerveless, save to sob
an 1 son in tnat terribly helpless way. *
Bui after a moment he drew her closer
and closer to him.
“Nellie, be calm; calm for pity’s sake.
Don’t crv like thi9.”
He bent to kiss her upturned face, bit
suddenly started back.
“Forgive me, forgive me; I forgot I had
no right!”
His tone of agony seemed to have more
power than his prayer.
For hen. though her face was deathly
palo and her breath still came in great
faltei ing gasps, she seemed to force herself
by a sheer effort of will to regain her con
trol, succeeding marvelously, considering
: #r late great agitation.
“Yes, Leo—always a right—in Past, Pres
ent and Future.” she said go tly.
For a moment he did not seem as if he
understood wnat she had said.
Then he e9ked, in a low, awe-struck
whisper:
“ Gun it be possible that you love me, that
you can forgive me, despite all?”
“it is you who must forgive me,” she re
plied. "I believe I trust you as ever. I
never really doubted yju, only ini hat first
moment 1 was mat and scarcely knew what
I did. The same instant I would have
sought you, but I feared vou would scorn
tur from me—you wto had acted so nobly
—who, even at the last, had tried to make
: me u derstand what I did.”
“Nellie, my darling, God bleis you for
those words.”
He caught her to h!s breast then, with a
great burst of thankfulness, in his joy at
having her once more for own, forgetting
for tbe moment all his burden entailed.
Iu that moment there was an almost holy
silence in the room. Ihe two hearts were
too full to i-peak; at least, in words. Beat
ing to time, they told how truly the bond
between them had I een only slackened for
a moment, and was now drawn so tight and
sure that only death could divide it.
“Y'ou may forgive, but how can. I for
get!" gr .aned Le i in agonized despair.
“I will teach you,” she replied quietly.
“For my sake you were willing to bear the
burden alone; now I will share it.”
"No, no, Nellie, such a thing c uld not
be,” be said loosening her and putting her
once more from him by a supernuraan
effort. "The burdeq of my sin is crushing
me. It would kill you despite your love. I
am guilty—guilty.”
And he sank back Into a chair, burying
his face in his hands.
But she stood up straight and oalm before
him.
“Guilty to the full let it be.” she said in
the same quiet, resolute tone, "guilty of the
greatest crime a inan ever committed—
overshadowed by the greatest sin—it matters
not to me. Only a few moments more. Leo,
and tbe ring would hava united us, beyond
all earthly power to divule YVe are man
and wife at heart, if not by hand. Come
what may, in life in death, I am your wife,
you are my husband.”
The quiet tone had never lost its oalm,
but grown more and more earnest, more
heart speaking, so that the listener could
not doubt the truth of tbe words which fell
with such sweet oomfort on his sorely
wounded heart.
Ay, almost too sweet, for it seemed to take
the manhood out of him
For a moment he - ruggled to reply.
Then his head dropfped lower in his hands,
and great choking sobs shook his frame with
a violence that must have been no small
pain.
"Calm, Leo. calm,” Nellie said, gently but
commandingly, “It is you who must be
calm. now. Ixiok up, dear, look up, not to
me, but to a higher power. Think—heaven
sent me in time to save you. Let it be an
omen to give us hope.”
‘•Hope for us. for me, Nellie I As well bid
the sun to shiue at night—the dead to live
again, as bid me hope.”
"I tell you there piust, there shall be
hope,” she said, in her earnestness sneaking
aim at defiantly. ‘‘Tell me all about it.
Leo!”
“Tell you the tale of that night? Great
heavens! you don’t know what you ask. It
is horrible enough to have it in my memory,
but to teil you—-1”
* 'Have I not said we will share the burden
together? You do not and übt me, Leo?”
“Doubt you, doubt you! But for yon
what should I not have done weeks, months
ago to be quit of my burden?"
"Then teil me, and don’t fear,” she said.
“I can bear it for your sake, for do I not
know it already? 1 ’
"You know?” be asked, wonderingly.
“Ah' yes of course, som9 one told vou that
morning.”
"No, I knew before; only I dared not tell.
1 did not know—did not dream it was you.
Ah, you do not understand; but tell me
first your story, and then I will te.l mine.”
[TO BS CONTINUED.]
THE PRINCE o¥ SONORA.
Approaching the city of Guaymas from
the sea, tbe most conspicuous feature of tbe
shore is a rugged promontory called El
Toro, which rises almost perpendicularly
dut of the water to (he bight of 400 feet and
more, snd then slopes steeply down to a
bowlder-strewn and irnpassable valley.
The face of the great rodk is seamed and
wrinkled, says a writer in tbe Ban Fran
oisco Chronicle.
Under it are dark caverns and Intermin
able grottos, where millions of sea birds and
strange marine animals find refuge. Tbe
slow, long swell of the Pacific, dashing per
petually against the foot of the crag, seems
to chant an endless requiem for tbe dead
who sleep beneath the waves.
Where the billows break on the rocks the
spray is ivory white, but beneath the hol
lows of tbe cliff it is shot with quick shad
ows. Whether at flood Or at ebb it moans
shudderingly with a note that is inexpressi
bly plaintive.
Just beyond the great crag, at tbe foot
of its western slope, may be seen a narrow
Btripof sandy beach, framing in a shallow
lagoon. A low line of verdure fringes the
water, and the roofs of a few old adobe
houses, clustered in rows about an old dilap
idated church, peep at ove the branches.
This is the town of San Jose de Guaymas.
What you see there is but the relic of a
once prosperous city. The present city of
Guaymas lies over the hill, not more than
five miles distant.
Going from San Jose with its hoary mem
ories to Guaymas, by the path that winds
in 100 serpentine curves along tbe beach
just above high tide mark, one passes a
little plat of ground fenced in with rough
stones. For unnumbered years this has
been the common cemetery of the two
towns.
Tbe student of local antiquities, by which
I mean the history of Guayinas fifty years
ago, istuses longest beside a grave in the
most obscure corner of the Dint. To the most
democratic of Americans there is a fascina
tion in the relics of the noble, and here rests
the dust of one who was-of a kingly race,
and who, in his day, aspired to an inde
pendent sovereignty amid the rugged moun
tains of Sonora.
He was a descendant of that proud and
haughty family which for so many centu
ries controlled the destinies of France. The
gallant adventurer sieepis his last sleep far
enough removed from the pleasant land
where he was born. Over his neglected
tomb curves the violet dome of the Mexican
sky; the flowers whose verdant pall is
spread over the mound are those of a foreign
dime.
Here there are no loving hands to deck
and care for the spot where he lies. Silence
aud oblivion have claimed for their own the
brilliant young nobleman who sought amid
the Sierras to Fear an imperial throne.
He whose remains in ddar beneath that
broken slab was no ordinary man. Eugeue,
Count Rousette de Bourbon, a youth of
barely 20 years, gifted with all courtly
graces, for which his race has been cele
brated, was also dowored with a genius for
war. and thought to restore the dignity < t
bisnsiue with wbat he might win witli his
sword in the new world.
It was long after she stormy days of l&ifi
that he fl st came to Guaymas. In Paris
his kinsman, the last of the Bourbon kings,
had been expelled from the throne of
France by an indignant populace.
Resolviug that the fate of Charles IX.
should not forever obscure the regal house
of Bourbon, the youug count dreamed of
another empire in some more auspicious
clime. In the war of factious which at that
time convulsed Mexico trom end to end he
saw the o;>eiii ig tor which lie panted.
He rallied to bimseif a company of nobles
as brave and ambitious as himself. With
them he sailed to Mexico, and. after a toil
some journey across the country from Tam
pico, arrived at Guaymas.
How much of the story of Count Rousette
is historic truth and how much of it mere
legnud it is impossible at this late date to
determine. As preserved among the crones
of Guaymas it has a wealth of detail that
ought to carry convi •tiou to trie niost skep
tical lis ener. What has already been re
cited is tho prologue to tbe Story.
The count anticipated resistance to bis
scheme of empire, tbe tradition candidly
acknowledges, nut be counted upcti allying
himself withs me al‘appointed faction and
by its aid overture dng the existing govern
ment. Nor was he prevented from putting
his plan into execution.
YVeicomed ou one hand as a powerful as
sistant, on the other his arrival awakened a
patriotic feeling of revolt. Several places
of minor importance immediately yielded
to Rousette’- forces. Guaymas contem
plated resistance, out when the invader ap
peared before her walli quietly submitted.
In tbis favored city tbe young general
established his court upou a scale of mag
nificence not a all justified by bis impover
ished treasury.
All the faithful comrades who had fol
lowed him from France were rewarded not
only with titles and posts of honor about
his person, but received g ants of territory
rich iu mines, much of which lay within
the districts that yet defied the French.
The oo ml himself assumed the dignity of
Prince of Sonora, aud in that capacity arro
gated to himself all the rights and privi
leges of a king.
It was not long before the expense of state
exceeded tho amount at the disposal of the
Prince of Sonora and he became pressed for
money. Like bis royal ancestors in this
emergency Rousette resorted to various
petty means to raise funds.
War was porsecuted with relentless
seventy against those who refused 10, ally
to the new kingdom. Depredations into the
enemy’s country yielded a revenue more
bounteous than any obtainable through the
legitimate channels of government.
Little by little tbe French overran and
made themselves masters of the aujacent
territory, and within a few months the
count, or more properlv the Prince of
Sonora, found him-elf at the head of a
monarchy, which, if not recognized as such
by any of the nations of the world, was
an emphatic reality in northwestern
Mexico.
In one of the numberless expeditions in
which Rousette took part against the
patriots he came b fore the walls of Hermo
sillo, then, as now, the capital of the state
of Sonora. Here was the headquarters of
the enemy, who had fortified it in the best
possible manner and made it their princi
pal depot of supplies.
It had never acknowledged allegiance to
the kingdom of Sonora. The priuoe real
ized the importance of capturing it. At
the head of the French troop3, which, ac
cording to tbe tradition, did not number
more than 301) men, he assaulted tbe walls.
A fierce struggle ensued. Many fell on
both sides. Time and again the city was
lost and won. Sword in band the count
fought at the bead of bis men, proving by
his valiant oonduet that at least he pos
sessed one princeiy quality, that of cour
age. Day waned ere the battle ceased.
Victory inclined to the French, and the
termination of the confliot found them un
disputed masters of tho town.
After the battle the victorious army en
tered the city in state, the Prince of Sonora
riding at Its head. Thestroets of Hormosillo
were thronged with the townspeople eager
to see with their own eyes the young gen
eral of whom they had heard so much. The
lialcouies, too, bore burdens of curious
spectators.
idly glancing over the crowds the
eye of Rousette lighted upon a face of
rare beauty that smiled at him from a
barred window witb a grace so nroh and
winsome that the heart of the Frenchman
was touched at once.
Soon as the exigencies of the offloe per
mitted he devoted himself to finding the
owner of that ravishing countenance. I: re
quired little effort for tho conqueror to as
certain who was the fair senorita. An ac
quaintance followed, yet friendship had its
common ending, and the two young people
became lovers.
Brilliant as were the prospects of the
Prince of Souora in this affair he was gov
erned latner bv the dictates of his own
heart than by the sober considerations of
state policy. Despite her beauty the woman
of his love brought him neither rank nor
station.
The consummation of their nuptials was
taken as a personal slight by many an
ambitious cavalier who hoped So ally him
self to the prince by a union between Rou
sette and some member of his family.
For a short time the count transferred bis
court to Herraosillo, but the situation of
Guaymas on the sea coast induced him
speedily to return thither. His bride ac
companied him and the solemn celebration
of their marriage was deferred till their
arrival. It was, perhaps, unwise that they
did so.
Dissensions in the capital at Mexico had
hitherto prevented the national goverumeut
from taking means to supprecs the formid
able moveinont in Sonora, but now that the
lull in the war of faction allowed it to do so,
preparations were immediately begun to
put an end to Count Kousetto’s ambitious
scheme.
The legends here busy themselves with the
adventures of the Prinoa of Sonora and his
exploits against the army sent to destroy bis
power. The final struggle came In the
autumn of the year 1852. Guaymas had
been taken, and Rousette was driven from
his capital.
With a considerable force, that was, how
ever, numerically inferior to the patriotio
army, ho attempted to recover the city. At
length seige was regulary laid to it. With
his usual headlong impetuosity, Rousette
endeavored to carry the place by a direct
assault.
The battle joined in the main street of the
town, where the principal retail stores of
Guajmas now stand. The enemy possessed
a single small cannon, and the French tried
desiierately to capture it. But their valor
was thrown away. After a dozen brilliant
charges they were broken and fled in dis
order, and the Prince of Sonora was taken
prisoner w hile attempting vainly to rally
his men.
Borne in triumph from the field Rousette
was brought next day before a court
martial , and, after the summary fashiou of
Mexican justice, condemned at
once to death. The judgment was antici
pated, and the viotira is said to have re
ceived tho sentence with a smile.
A cordon of soldiors surrounded and led
him toward the old cemetery, where the
execution was to take place. The day was
warm and bright, and the count complained
of fatigue. Stopping short ere the journey
had been completed, he lit a cigarette.
‘‘What use,” said he guvly to the officer of
the guard, "is thore for us to trudge through
the heat and dust all the way and ,wn to the
seashore? Shoot me here iu the shade of
that wall, and the job will be finished with
out involving that long and disagreeable
walk.”
While he was yet speaking he drew him
self up in the angle of the fence near by: the
soldiers detailed a firing Darty, which as
sumed the proper position,and in a fe v mo
ments the career of the Prices of Sonora was
brought to au end.
The traditions fromjwhich I have drawn
this pathetic little story of Count Rousette
cease abruptly at this point. W T bat was the
fate of his youthful bride is not related, but
some there are who hint that under the
mound that lies beside Rousette’s iu the
quaint old cemetery she also sleeps the end
less sleep of death.
And tney say that the rattle of tbe mus
ketry that killed him came distinctly to her
ears, and that, hearing it, she expired at
the sums moment as her lover.
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