No one up to this time had noticed that the doorways and vestibules
leading into the auditorium were thronged with the city police force and
the state militia. The wise Governor had, through the assistance of his
able coworkers, Guillermo Gonzales and Julio Murillo, arranged thus for
the protection of those present at the first outbreak of the evening.
The Captain whom he addressed had been in the audience, within close
distance of the Governor, for some time, and only waited for the sign
from him to quell the disturbers.
At the same moment the auditorium was filled with officers of law, the
boxes occupied by the President and family and other visitors were
completely surrounded with soldiers armed to the teeth.
Friends of the priest, Father Hernandez, had carried him out the moment
he fell in a faint; others, in sympathy with Don Francisco R. Cantu y
Falomir, ushered him out quickly, so the police restored quiet by their
presence.
Some nervous sensationalist was so bold as to cry out: “God save the
President! This occasion is for the purpose of getting him here to
murder him. It is the old story repeated. Abraham Lincoln was shot by a
traitor while in a theatre two hundred and fifty years ago. We must
protect our President with our lives.”
The person who gave vent to this cry was at once put under arrest, and
taken by force out of the theatre.
Quiet was once more restored and by a few words from the Governor, the
people were assured of protection and that the banquet would take place.
CHAPTER VI.
MRS. GRANGE AND THE PRESIDENT.
It was the powerful influence of the minds of the Governor and his able
coworkers upon the people which produced quiet.
Even the aggressive Señorita Marriet Motuble leaned back in her chair
with a dreamy faraway look on her face.
The Governor had spoken longer than he intended, and on looking at the
timepiece, which occupied a conspicuous place in the room, he was
greatly surprised to find the hour of midnight.
The President of the United States dismissed the assembly with a few
complimentary and brilliant remarks, but strictly avoided making any
allusion to the affair just ended, or rather, I would better say, which
had just been quieted; for the scene had not ended, it was only the
beginning of a fearful struggle, which would not end in a day, a week, a
month, a year.
The committee having the arrangements for the banquet in hand, passed
into the hall, some leading the way escorting the guests who came in
first with invitations, others with those who came in last.
Everybody felt greatly impressed with some impending trouble, yet each
endeavored to hide his anxiety behind a smile.
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