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cific mandate to establish the prosperity of the people onthe basis of firm peace at home, and to redeem the nationalcredit by the satisfaction of all just claims abroad.On the afternoon the news of that vote had reached Sulacoby the usual roundabout postal way through Cayta, andup the coast by steamer. Don Jose, who had been waitingfor the mail in the Goulds’ drawing-room, got out of therocking-chair, letting his hat fall off his knees. He rubbedhis silvery, short hair with both hands, speechless with theexcess of joy.‘Emilia, my soul,’ he had burst out, ‘let me embrace you!Let me—‘Captain Mitchell, had he been there, would no doubthave made an apt remark about the dawn of a new era; butif Don Jose thought something of the kind, his eloquencefailed him on this occasion. The inspirer of that revivalof the Blanco party tottered where he stood. Mrs. Gouldmoved forward quickly and, as she offered her cheek with asmile to her old friend, managed very cleverly to give himthe support of her arm he really needed.Don Jose had recovered himself at once, but for a time hecould do no more than murmur, ‘Oh, you two patriots! Oh,you two patriots!’—looking from one to the other. Vagueplans of another historical work, wherein all the devotionsto the regeneration of the country he loved would be enshrinedfor the reverent worship of posterity, flitted throughhis mind. The historian who had enough elevation of soulto write of Guzman Bento: ‘Yet this monster, imbrued inthe blood of his countrymen, must not be held unreservedly