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"Well, what has she done?" Johnnie an a separate explanation: "She will never becoh to destroy an armyYou can see for yourselfWait! Ask her how many she ate Ask her, senor, I implore you!"

There was a silence while Johnnie translated the question and repeated the answer: "She says she doesn't remember, they are so nice and ripe--"

"'So nice and ripe'!" shouted the owner of the far his hair

"'So nice and ripe'!" echoed his wife

'"So nice and ripe'!" groaned the uard her with uest of Cuba Well, I shall killhand upon Norine's ar, my beautiful dove? Sick, eh?"

"What on earth ails these people?" inquired the object of all this solicitude "I haven't made aith a baby Maybe they're afraid I won't pay for ht caoes and milk are supposed to be poisonous The woman wants to kno you feel"

"Poisonous! Nonsense! They taste splendid Tell her I'm still half starved"

It proved now that one of the three e of English, whichUnder the stress of his emotion he broke out: "Oh, missy! Those fruit is skill you"

"I don't believe it," Miss Evans declared

"It skill you, all right Maybe you got a headache here, eh?" The speaker laid a hand upon his abdo void"

This confession, or a garbled translation of it, was enough for the others; it confirmed their worst fears The farmer volunteered to ride for the nearest priest, but hesitated, declaring it a waste of time, inasmuch as the lady would be dead in half an hour His wife ran to the house for her crucifix and rosary, which latter she insisted upon hanging around Norine's neck After that she directed theto uest's last moments as comfortable as possible When Norine refused to be carried she arned that the least exertion would but hasten the end, which was, alas! all too near

O'Reilly was iht of conviction, especially when the Cubans ridiculed his suggestion that the coether fatal to an A, they assured him, could possibly be deadlier than this abominable mixture