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agonies."

      "A year ago I was pottering about at Zacatecas, over a wretched little railway that wasn't worth bothering about. Being hard up, I went in for it in default of something better; but meanwhile kept my eyes open to see what I could drop into. After some months, I heard that the Republic of Cholacaca was about to open up the country with railways, so I thought I'd go there to get a job."

      "Where is Cholacaca?"

      "Down Yucatan way – not far from Guatemala."

      "Oh, I know; looks on to Campeche Bay."

      "No; on the other side of the neck. Washed by the Carribean Sea."

      "I must get you to show it to me on the map," said Philip, finding his geographical knowledge at fault. "I have an idea of its whereabouts, but not of its precise locality. Meanwhile let us continue your adventures."

      "When I heard of this prospect at Tlatonac," continued Jack, without further preamble, "I left Zacatecas for Mexico, stayed a few days in the capital, to make inquiries about the Republic. These proving satisfactory, I went on to Vera Cruz, and, fortunately, found a coasting-vessel which took me on to Cholacaca. Considering the ship, I got to my destination pretty sharp. I didn't know a soul in the town when I arrived; but, after a few days, began to pick up a few acquaintances. Among these was Don Miguel Maraquando, a wealthy old Estanciero. He has great influence in Cholacaca, being a member of the Junta, and is regarded by many people as the future president of the Republic."

      "That is if Don Hypolito stands out," said Tim, softly.

      "Have you heard – " began Jack, when the journalist cut him short.

      "I've heard many things, my boy. Later on I'll tell you all I know."

      "You seem to be pretty well acquainted with what's going on in Cholacaca," said Jack, after a few moments' reflection; "but I'll tell my story first, and you can tell yours afterwards. Don Miguel became a great friend of mine, and I saw a good deal of him while I stayed at Tlatonac. He is greatly in favour of this railway, which is to be made from the capital to Acauhtzin, a distance of some three hundred and fifty miles. Don Hypolito Xuarez, the leader of the Oposidores, objected to the scheme on the ground that it was utterly unnecessary to run a railway to Acauhtzin when ships could take goods there by water."

      "And isn't the man right?" said Tim, indignantly; "what's the use of running a railway along the seacoast?"

      "We'll argue that question later on," replied Jack, dryly; "I have my own ideas on the subject, and, as an engineer, I know what I'm talking about. Don Hypolito's objection sounds all right, I have no doubt; but if you look into the matter you will see he hasn't a leg to stand on. Besides, he's only objecting to the railway out of sheer cussedness, because Maraquando won't let him marry Doña Dolores."

      "Ah, ah!" observed Philip, who had been listening to the story with great attention, "I was waiting for the inevitable woman to appear on the scene. And who is Doña Dolores?"

      "She is Maraquando's ward," replied Jack, colouring a little.

      "With whom you are in love?"

      "I didn't say that Philip."

      "No; but you looked it."

      Peter chuckled, whereat Duval turned on him crossly.

      "I wish you would stop making such a row, Peter; I can't hear myself speak."

      "Well, what about Doña Dolores?" persisted Philip, maliciously.

      "Doña Dolores," repeated Jack, calmly, "is the woman whom I hope to make my wife."

      At this startling announcement there was a dead silence.

      "I congratulate you, Jack," said Cassim, gravely, after a momentary pause. "I hope you will ask us all to your wedding. But what has this story of politics, railways, and love to do with the harlequin opal?"

      "Everything. Listen. Don Hypolito is an ambitious man who wants to become Dictator of Cholacaca, and rule that Republic as Dr. Francia did Paraguay. Now, the easiest way in which he can obtain his desire is by marrying Dolores."

      "What! Is she the heiress of the Republic?"

      "No; but she is the lawful owner of the Chalchuih Tlatonac."

      "What, in heaven's name, is that?"

      "It means 'the shining precious stone,' in the Toltec tongue."

      "The deuce!" murmured Philip, in an amused tone; "we have got past the Aztecs."

      "I suppose this shining precious stone is the harlequin opal?" said Peter, inquiringly.

      "Precisely. This celebrated stone is hundreds of years old. Tradition says it was the property of Quetzalcoatl."

      "That's the Mexican god of the air," said Philip who knew all sorts of stray facts.

      "Yes. You've read that in Prescott."

      "No, I didn't. Bancroft is my authority. But how did it come into the possession of your Doña Dolores?"

      "Oh, she is a direct descendant of Montezuma."

      "An Aztec princess. Jack, you are making a royal match."

      "I'm afraid there is very little royalty about Dolores," replied Jack, laughing; "but, as regards this stone. Quetzalcoatl gave it to Huitzilopochtli."

      "Lord! what names."

      "When Cortez conquered Mexico, he found the stone adorning the statue of the war god in his famous teocalli in the city of the Aztecs. One of the Spanish adventurers stole it, and afterwards married a daughter of Montezuma. When she found out that he had the opal, she stole it from him, and went off down south, where she delivered it to some native priest in one of those Central American forests."

      "Where it remains still?"

      "By no means. This woman had a son by the Spaniard, a Mestizo, as they call this mixture of Indian and Spanish blood. He, I believe, claimed the stone as his property whereon the high priest of Huitzilopochtli proposed to sacrifice him. Not being a religious man, he disliked the idea, and ran away, taking the stone with him. He reached the coast, and married a native woman. There they set up a temple on their own account to the god of war, and round it, as time went on, grew a settlement, which was called after the opal 'Chalchuih Tlatonac.' Then the Spaniards came and conquered the town, which they rechristened Puebla de Nuestra Señora de la Concepcion; but the name didn't catch on, and it is now known by its old Indian name of Tlatonac. Of course there are a good many Spaniards there still; descendants of the Conquistadores; but the majority of the population are Indians."

      "And what became of the opal?"

      "Well, as the Spaniards tried to get hold of it, the Indians took it inland to one of their forest retreats. The descendants of Montezuma, however, are still supposed to be its guardians, and, when one owner dies, the opal is brought secretly to Tlatonac, and shown to the new possessor; then it is taken back to its forest sanctuary."

      "Where did you see it?" asked Philip, curiously.

      "That's the whole point of the story," answered Jack, thoughtfully. "The son of Montezuma's daughter married a native woman, as I told you; their son, however, married a Spanish lady, and so the race was continued. Off and on, they married Indian and Spaniard. This mixing of race isn't good, from a philoprogenitive point of view, and Dolores is the last descendant of the original owner of the opal. Therefore, she is its guardian, and that is the reason Don Hypolito wants to marry her."

      "He wishes to obtain the stone as a wedding dowry?"

      "Yes. This Chalchuih Tlatonac is an object of superstitious veneration to the Indians. They are supposed to be converted; but they all more or less cling to their old beliefs. In one of these mysterious forests stands a temple to Huitzilopochtli, and there a good many of them go in secret to consult the opal. How they consult it I don't know, unless by its changing colours. Now, if Hypolito marries Dolores, through her he might seize the stone. If he becomes its possessor, he could do what he pleased with the Indian population. As they greatly outnumber the Spanish element, he would use them to raise himself to the Dictatorship of Cholacaca."

      "Then he doesn't love the girl?"

      "Not

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