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BY GEORGE H. WESTLEY. AMOXG the traditionary stories of our the doors. The prisoner's pretty young wife new possessions are not a few concern was there and many of his friends and rela ing law and lawyers. One of the most inter tives; but of all the company Guayos himself esting of these is the following:— seemed the least concerned in the proceed Some seventy years ago there lived in ings. He appeared like one in a dream; his Havana an humble artisan by the name of eyes were fixed placidly upon the nodding Felipe Guayos. He was a man of peaceful, palms, which could be seen through the open industrious habits, and a lover of quiet and window. Occasionally as the trial went on, home, yet in some way or other he contrived he would start a little and withdraw his gaze to incur the enmity of Don Alonzo Morelos, for a moment upon hearing his name spoken, who was a prominent lawyer in the same but again it would stray to the open window city. This enmity became so marked that and palms. The waving trees outside seemed there was much speculation upon it, and to soothe, to fascinate him. tongues clacked up and down the byways as The evidence against him was not strong, to the cause of the rich man going out of his but his enemy was a man of influence. After way to persecute the poor one. It was told the witnesses had all been heard, the sum by some that it was because Guayos, who ming up showed that the prisoner had once was a mulatto, had dared to address the owned a gun, had spoken equivocal phrases, haughty Spaniard familiarly upon the street, had been seen to lift his nose in passing cer in the presence of ladies and officers. An tain men, and had admitted a suspect into his other rumor said that Guayos had a pretty house at night. On this he was declared wife upon whom the lawyer had cast desiring guilty. During the last few minutes of the trial, eyes. Howbeit, one day officers came to the artisan with a warrant for his arrest on the Guayos had roused to some interest in what instigation of Señor Morelos. The crime was going on. He withdrew his gaze from laid to his charge was that of treason. the window and fixed it steadily upon More Revolution was in the air at that time, and los. The lawyer returned the gaze calmly many secret meetings were being held to for a time; then he frowned and turned the overthrow the Spanish dominion in Cuba; pages of a law-book. After a little he moist but those who knew Guayos intimately could ened his lips with his tongue, and strove to think of no man less likely to be concerned appear listless and bored. He did not look at in any such movement. They knew him for the prisoner again until the verdict had been one who attended strictly to his own affairs, given. When the judge asked the convicted man and as for his staying away from his home to if he had anything to say why the deathdrill in hot barns or chigger-infested clear ings, they conld not believe any such thing sentence should not be passed upon him, of him. Yet for this was he arrested, and in Guayos rose, his face pale, but his eyes fixed those days a charge of disaffection toward in an expression of stony calm. Looking at neither judge nor audience, but straight at the crown meant death. Cuban law was usually tardy and involved, his accuser, he said in a clear, tense voice: "I go to my death. It is useless to speak, for but on the day of Guavos's trial it was singu you have condemned me. But I cite you, larly brisk. The court-room was crowded to
