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generally the speciality of half-educated negroes and whollypenniless lawyers. Then, confronting with a sort of urbaneeffrontery Mrs. Gould’s gaze, now turned sympatheticallyupon himself, he breathed out the words, ‘Pro Patria!’What had happened was that he had all at once yieldedto Don Jose’s pressing entreaties to take the direction of anewspaper that would ‘voice the aspirations of the province.’It had been Don Jose’s old and cherished idea. The necessaryplant (on a modest scale) and a large consignment ofpaper had been received from America some time before;the right man alone was wanted. Even Senor Moraga in Sta.Marta had not been able to find one, and the matter wasnow becoming pressing; some organ was absolutely neededto counteract the effect of the lies disseminated by theMonterist press: the atrocious calumnies, the appeals tothe people calling upon them to rise with their knives intheir hands and put an end once for all to the Blancos, tothese Gothic remnants, to these sinister mummies, theseimpotent paraliticos, who plotted with foreigners for thesurrender of the lands and the slavery of the people.The clamour of this Negro Liberalism frightened SenorAvellanos. A newspaper was the only remedy. And now thatthe right man had been found in Decoud, great black lettersappeared painted between the windows above the arcadedground floor of a house on the Plaza. It was next to Anzani’sgreat emporium of boots, silks, ironware, muslins, woodentoys, tiny silver arms, legs, heads, hearts (for ex-voto offerings),rosaries, champagne, women’s hats, patent medicines,even a few dusty books in paper covers and mostly in the