Part 8 (1/2)

A heavy fog was clearing from the sea, when fro tower of the Cochrane The senior officers of the flagshi+p stood grouped on the starboard rail The wind changed suddenly to the west, and, as it changed, it rolled up patches of the fog and revealed the black hull and conning tower of the Enlado A heavy cloud of smoke poured from their funnels; decks cleared for action when they should put into practice the desperate objects of their existence

A boat was lowered froshi+p and rowed to the wharf of Mollendo by sturdy Chileans, while an officer bore a e to the Prefecto for all noncoin in an hour

As the boat was leaving, it was fired upon Then the ear-splitting reports which followed showed how the flagshi+p took this breach of the rules of war There was the rushi+ng swishi+ng sound, the terrifying screech of projectiles passing through the air, followed by terrific explosions and the crash of falling buildings

In the city, pandened Men and wo to the hills Others threw theround, too terror-stricken to lish It was the voice of a wo and fair ”This way,” said I, and we hurried toward the massive rock from whose summit I had watched the battle of the Huascar and Amythist two years before

”We are safe now,” I said, as we stood behind the thousands of tons of granite, ”safe as if ere behind the rock of Gibraltar”

”Oh, mother, sister and Mr Robinson--heaven help them at this hour!”

she exclai and exploded by i woman's face was blanched to a death-like pallor, but she was cal by my side, she asked God to help us Aloud she prayed, a beautiful, iht to the throne of heaven and received its answer, for soon the wind shi+fted and those belching volcanoes of the sea were curtained by the fog; the firing ceased

We hurried to her home amid scenes of desolation and confusion Her family was safe and, to my surprise, the Mr Robinson she had spoken of was an employe of our railho had but lately arrived from the United States and to whom I had been introduced a few days before

The boan to sack the city Fire was raging in soht

It lit the streets with a lurid glare; its red light fell uponforht of plunder

Mr Robinson was anxious to send his family to Arequipa, and I lent the their heartfelt thanks They were in a strange land, not even knowing the language of the country

Hattie, the young woman I had met, was the sister-in-law of Mr

Robinson Mrs Robinson and her lad to get away from the theatre of war

I met the Indian soldiers the next day, and the officer co hiunners from the battle shi+ps, with flint lock rifles

I was a frequent visitor at the home of the Robinson family in Arequipa, hoe to lish, for seldoe spoken by women The old lady was one of those quiet, sweet, motherly women Once introduced to her, it seemed one had always known her The whole family was the happiest and most cheerful I had ever lish and Aentle ways soon won the hearts of all I enjoyed taking her to the theatre and other places of ah ideals Fros of life, things that to n land, had been denied She was a sweet singer and an excellent perfor I was able to understand the soul-reaching depths of the ht, when I heard her sing for the first ti Thro' the Rye” My soul floated back to Bonnie Scotland, as when a boy I saw the waving fields of grain, the cows in the barnyard, and the lassies co down the path fro in the clothes fro his pipe by the well--scenes that nevermore would return

In our walks in the shaded dells of the mountains, she often told me of the United States, the habits and customs of the people--how ambitions and aspirations were rewarded when accompanied by virtue and industry Of the history of Peru she knew farto hear fro Pizzaro hosts, whose round alked, and clanked the knell of a fallen empire

My school had been the school of adversity I had grown up with men who knew or cared little for the finer sensibilities I felt that her standards of life were superior to mine Her loyalty to God and holy charity toward the humblest soul, bent my spirit to profound respect

She was one who could see all there was of good in ive theraces of her character

Each day we hts that created higher ideals in my own untutoredcries of war I felt the hot blood surge in ed to be at the front, amid the roar of cannon and the clash of arliht, when I told her that I felt it ht for the land that had been the home of my youth for so many years, and showed her a letter in which I was offered an officer's commission on the Huascar

She laid her hand on s in life than the shedding of the blood of fellow lory of another's crown It is not on the field of carnage that greatest honors are won, but in the nobler,leaders ofwar, that one wins the royal diadeood will to men'”

As she spoke in earnest eloquence, I could have knelt and worshi+pped her Her delicate cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears

No words of love had yet been spoken, but the Barbarian knew and felt that he had omar

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