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knives in the stable; plenty of them. Get one from him."

Good news is a very relative thing. This information made the doctor feel as if all were now easy and possible. The words he said to her, Antonia never forgot. They sang in her heart like music, and led her on through. many a difficult path. The conversation then turned upon money matters, and Antonia received the key of his study, and full directions as to the gold and papers secreted there.

Then Isabel was awakened, and the rifle brought down; and Paola saddled the fleetest horse in the stable, and after one solemn five minutes with his daughter, Robert Worth rode away into the midnight darkness, and into a chaos of public events of which no man living could forecast the outcome.

Rode away from wife and children and home; leaving behind him the love and labor of his lifetime

The thousand sweet, still joys of such

As hand in hand face earthly life."

For what? For justice, for freedom of thought and action, for the rights of his manhood, for

the brotherhood of race and religion and country. Antonia and Isabel stood hand in hand at the same lattice from which the Señora had watched her son away, and in a dim, uncertain manner these thoughts connected themselves in each mind with the same mournful inquiry-Is it worth while?

As the beat of the horse's hoofs died away, they turned. The night was cold but clear, and the sky appeared so high that their eyes throbbed as they gazed upward at the grand arch, sprinkled with suns and worlds. Suddenly into the tranquil spaces there was flung a sound of joy and revelry; and the girls stepped to a lattice at the end of the corridor and looked out.

The residencia of Don Salvo Valasco was clearly visible from this site. They saw that it was illuminated throughout. Lovely women, shining with jewels, and soldiers in scarlet and gold, were chatting through the graceful movements of the danza, or executing the more brilliant Jota Aragonesa. The misty beauty of white lace mantillas, the glitter and color of fans and festival dresses, made a moving picture of great beauty.

And as they watched it there was a cessation of the dance, followed by the rapid sweep of a powerful hand over the strings of a guitar. Then a group of officers stepped together, and a great wave of melodious song, solemn and triumphant, thrilled the night. It was the national hymn. Antonia and Isabel knew it. Every word beat upon their hearts. The power of association, the charm of a stately, fervent melody was upon them.

"It is Señor Higadillos who leads," whispered Isabel, as a resonant voice, powerful and sweet, cried

"O list to the summons! The blood of our sires, Boils high in our veins, and to vengeance inspires! Who bows to the yoke? who bends to the blow?"

and, without a moment's hesitation, the answer came in a chorus of enthusiastic cadences

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No hero will bend, no Mexican bow;

Our country in tears sends her sons to the fight,
To conquer, or die, for our land and our right.”

"You see, the Mexicans think they are in the right-they are patriots also, Antonia."

The sorrowful girl spoke like a puzzled child, fretfully and uncertainly, and Antonia led her

silently away. What could she answer? And when she remembered the dear fugitive, riding alone through the midnight-riding now for life and liberty--she could not help the uprising again of that cold benumbing question—" Is it worth while?"

CHAPTER VII.

A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT.

All faiths are to their own believers just,
For none believe because they will, but must;
The priest continues what the nurse began,
And thus the child imposes on the man."

"if he be called upon to face

-DRYDEN.

Some awful moment, to which heaven has joined
Great issues good or bad for humankind,

Is happy as a lover; and attired

With sudden brightness, like a man inspired;
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made; and sees what he foresaw,
Or, if an unexpected call succeed,

Come when it will, is equal to the need."

'Ah! love, let us be true

-WORDSWORTH.

To one another, through the world which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams!"

HE gathering at Don Valasco's was con

Tantly repeated in various degrees of THE

splendor among the loyal Mexicans of the city. They were as fully convinced of the justice of their cause as the Americans were.

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