The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 6, June, 1862. Various

of treason and war among the sister States, desperately resolved to secure her selfish aggrandizement even at the price of the ruin of the country, but like Absalom, also, she is destined to experience a reverse as ignominious and as fatal.

      A STORY OF MEXICAN LIFE

      VIII

      'My neighbor gazed at the stranger with bewilderment, and remained speechless. There was, nevertheless, nothing in his outward mien to give rise to so much emotion. He was a robust and rather handsome fellow, of about twenty-five, bold, swaggering, and free and easy in his deportment—a perfect specimen of the race of half-breeds so common in Mexico. His skin was swarthy, his features regular, and his beard luxuriant and soft as silk. His eyes were large and black as sloes, his teeth small, regular, and white as ivory, and his whole countenance, when in repose, wore an expression which won confidence rather than excited distrust. But when conversing, there was an indefinable craftiness in his smile, and a peculiar cunning in the twinkle of his eye, that often strikes the traveler in Mexico, as pervading all that class who are accustomed to making excursions into the interior. His costume, covered with dust, and torn in many places, led me to infer that he had only just returned from some long journey.

      'After waiting, with great politeness, for some few seconds, to allow Arthur time to address him, and finding he waited in vain, the Mexican opened the conversation:

      ''I fear your excellency will scold me for delaying so long on the road; but how could I help it? I am more to be pitied than blamed—I lost three horses—at monte—and if it had not been by good luck that the ace turned up when I staked my saddle and bridle, I should not be here even now; but the ace won; I bought a fresh horse—and here I am.'

      ''What success?' inquired Arthur, with a look of intense anxiety; 'did you bring any?'

      ''Certainly,' replied Pepito, handing him very unconcernedly a small package; 'I brought more than you told me, and, in fact, I might have brought a mule-load if you had wanted so many.'

      ''Adéle!' cried Mr. Livermore, overcome with delight, as he rushed into my room, 'Adéle, HE HAS FOUND IT!'

      Pepito followed Arthur with his sharp eye, and on beholding Adéle, asked me, in a low tone:

      ''Who is that lady, Caballero?'

      ''I can not say; I myself never saw her until to-day,' said I; and noticing his gaze riveted on her in apparent admiration, I added:

      ''Do you think her pretty?'

      ''Pretty! Holy Virgin! she is lovely enough to make a man risk his salvation to win her.'

      'Feeling that my presence might be one of those superfluities with which they would gratefully dispense, I was on the point of leaving, when there was a knock at the door. Again Adéle sought refuge in my room, and again Arthur advanced to the door:

      ''Open, it is I,' said a voice from the outside; 'I have come to inquire after my friend Pepito.'

      ''Señor,' exclaimed Pepito, 'that must be my compadre, Pedro.'

      'On the door being opened, they flew to one another's arms, and gave a true Mexican embrace.

      'The entrance of Pedro, which evidently annoyed Mr. Livermore, awakened in my mind strange suspicions. I resolved at the earliest opportunity I had of a private interview with him, to allude to what I had overheard on the Alameda. In the mean time I would keep an eye on these two cronies.

      ''Stand back, Pedro, and let me have a good look at you.'

      ''There! well, how do you think I look?'

      ''My dear fellow, you are growing decidedly coarse and fat.'

      ''Bah! but how do you like my new rig?'

      ''I can not admire the cut; but, of course, you bought them ready-made—one could see that with half an eye.'

      ''Well, Pepito, now that you are once more back in the city, I lack nothing to make me perfectly happy. You will spend the rest of the day with me?'

      ''Of course, my dear fellow.'

      ''Well, it is about dinner-time; let us be off.'

      ''Wait till I have first bid adieu to his excellency,' replied Pepito, turning toward Mr. Livermore. Then advancing a few steps, he whispered a few words to him, at the same time bowing very low. Arthur unlocked the drawer of his table and took out a roll of dollars, which he handed to the Mexican.

      ''Must you absolutely leave me so soon?' said he.

      ''Well, Caballero, after so long a journey, a man requires relaxation, and enjoys a social glass; so, with your permission, I will see you again to-morrow.'

      'This answer was any thing but pleasing to Mr. Livermore, who turned to me, and addressing me in English, said:

      ''My dear sir, once more I must trespass on your good-nature. It is essential to the success of my plans, that these two men should not be left together. Will you, can you, tack yourself on to them, and keep close to Pepito until they separate?'

      ''Your request is as strange as it is difficult of execution; but I will do my best.'

      ''Gentlemen,' said I, to the two Mexicans, as we all three were going down the stairs, 'you were speaking of dining—now I want to visit a real Mexican fonda; I am tired of these French cafés; will you favor me by taking me to a first-rate house, for I am not acquainted with this city.'

      ''If you will accompany us to the Fonda Genovesa, Caballero,' said Pedro, 'I will warrant you will have no cause to repent it.'

      ''I am infinitely indebted to you, and shall gladly accept your guidance.'

      'The Fonda Genovesa was certainly one of the vilest establishments I ever visited, and the dinner was, of course, detestably bad. However, I treated my two worthies to a couple of bottles of wine, which being to them a rare luxury, they declared they had fared sumptuously.

      ''But, look here, Pepito,' said Pedro, 'you have not yet alluded to your journey. Where have you been all this time?'

      ''Where have I been? Oh! well, that is a secret.'

      ''A secret! what, from me, from your compadre Pedro?'

      ''Even so, my dear Pedro, even so; I have sworn not to mention the object of my journey nor my destination.'

      ''Oh! I dare say; but look here, what did you swear by—the holy Virgin of Guadalupe? No? Well, was it the cross?'

      ''No, neither by the one nor the other.'

      ''What is there binding, then? nothing else ought to keep you silent when I am in question?'

      ''I pledged my sacred honor.'

      ''Your sacred honor! Give me your hand, you always were a wag, but you humbugged me this time, I confess; well, that is a good one—the best joke I have heard for an age—excellent! well, go on, I am all attention, all ears.'

      ''Well, you won't hear much, for I am a man of honor, and bound not to speak; besides, I received a hundred dollars to keep mum.'

      'Pedro for a moment appeared to be in a brown study; at last, gazing hard at his friend, he said:

      ''Would two hundred tempt you to speak?'

      ''If such a proposition were to come from a stranger, I might, perchance, accept it; but seeing it comes from you—never.'

      ''Why?'

      ''Because, when you offer me two hundred dollars for any thing, it must be worth far more than you offer.'

      ''Well, now, admit, just as a supposition, that I am interested in this matter, what harm will it do you, if we both turn an honest penny?'

      ''That is just the point; but I don't want you to turn ten pennies to my one.'

      ''Your scruples, my dear Pepito, display a cautious temperament, and evince deep acquaintance with human nature; you see through my little veil of mystery, and I own your sagacity; now I will be honest with you—with a man like you, lying is mere folly. It is true, I am to have four hundred dollars if I can find out where you have been. I swear to you by the holy Virgin of