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TAM. | 153 facts: Three days after the party left Iiambez, suddenly and without a moment's warning, Escomada belched from its crater a flood of fiery lava, which poured down the declivity and swept all before it. That part of the city on the lower slope, where Mr. Briscoe’s dwelling had stood, was destroyed in the twinkling of an eye, and thousands of persons were swept into eternity. Quipo, with some few others, had made their escape by the river, and the former had traveled day and night to bring the terrible news of her father’s fate to Ninada, if perchance he might be fortunate enough to reach Atlaxa before her departure. In a state of great mental agitation Van took Quipo to one of the houses of the settlement for needed rest and refreshment, bidding him say nothing to any one until he saw him again. For though the runner was positive that Mr. Briscoe was among those who had perished, he had not per- sonally witnessed his death. According to Van’s rea- soning, it would be cruel to break such intelligence to Ninada without more positive evidence. Full of perplexity and disquiet, Van returned to Father Felix’s house, and stepped up on the wide veranda, where Ninada, true to her tropic nature, was reclining in one of the hammocks, languidly waving a fan of gorgeously tinted feathers. ‘Well, Ninada,” said Van, trying to speak lightly, **yvou can let Manola pack your things again. I have arranged for a passage for us all to Para on board the little steamer that came in this morning and will leave to-night.” ‘‘Is Flores to go?” asked the young girl abruptly as comichbook