tower; that the one looked like
O'Toole and the other looked like Rita. It may have been so; many things
are possible in this evil world; and if so, we must suppose that these two
gradually faded away among the mists of cloud-land that always surround a
castle in Spain.

CHAPTER LXI.

IN WHICH THERE IS AN END OF MY STORY.

The illustrious host received his guests with large and lavish
hospitality. The best that could be afforded by a bounteous commissariat
was placed before them. The table was laid, the banquet was spread, and
all the company sat down together.

At the head of the table was Don Carlos.

On his right was Talbot, with Brooke beside her.

On his left was Katie, with Harry beside her.

Next to Harry was Dolores, with Ashby beside her.

Next to Brooke was a priest in somewhat martial attire, whom Don Carlos
introduced to them as--The Cure of Santa Cruz!

He was a broad-shouldered, middle-aged man, with strongly marked features,
eagle eye, and bold and resolute face. This was the very man whom Brooke
had once personated; but Brooke was just now silent about that particular
matter, nor did he care to mention to any of his Spanish friends the fact
that he was an American, and a newspaper correspondent. In spite of the
passports and credentials with which his wallet was stuffed and with which
his pockets bristled, he had not been recognized by any one present; a
fact that seems to show that those papers had been obtained from some of
the inferior officers of Don Carlos, or perhaps from some other
correspondent who had fallen in the practice of his professional duties.

The Cure of Santa Cruz said grace, and the banquet began.

Don Carlos was a man of joyous soul and large, exuberant spirit, with a
generous, romantic, and heroic nature. He also knew how to lay aside, on
occasion, all the cares of his position; so now he was no longer the
commander of a gallant army, the banner-bearer of a great cause, the
claimant of a throne. On the contrary, he was the simple gentleman among
other gentlemen--_primus inter pares_--the hospitable host, chiefly intent
upon performing the pleasing duties of that office.

He had also showed such an amiable interest in the adventures of his
guests that they had frankly told him all that was of any interest. Harry
had a more confiding disposition than the others, and after the ladies had
retired he disclosed more and more of their affairs, until at last their
g