as I have since learned, are always with us and always threatening.
Nothing in the paper seemed to offer me the chance I sought, and
apparently peace smiled on every other portion of the globe.

"There is always the mounted police in Canada," I said, tentatively.

"No," Beatrice answered, quietly, and without asking her reasons I
accepted her decision and turned again to the paper. And then my eyes
fell on a paragraph which at first I had overlooked--a modest, brief
despatch tucked away in a corner, and unremarkable, except for its
strange date-line. It was headed, "The Revolt in Honduras." I pointed
to it with my finger, and Beatrice leaned forward with her head close
to mine, and we read it together. "Tegucigalpa, June 17th," it read.
"The revolution here has assumed serious proportions. President
Alvarez has proclaimed martial law over all provinces, and leaves
tomorrow for Santa Barbara, where the Liberal forces under the rebel
leader, ex-President Louis Garcia, were last in camp. General Laguerre
is coming from Nicaragua to assist Garcia with his foreign legion of
200 men. He has seized the Nancy Miller, belonging to the Isthmian
Line, and has fitted her with two Gatling guns. He is reported to be
bombarding the towns on his way along the coast, and a detachment of
Government troops is marching to Porto Cortez to prevent his landing.
His force is chiefly composed of American and other aliens, who
believe the overthrow of the present government will be beneficial to
foreign residents."

"General Laguerre!" I cried, eagerly, "that is not a Spanish name.
General Laguerre must be a Frenchman. And it says that the men with
him are Americans, and that the present government is against all
foreigners."