A STORY OF SANTO DOMINGO By Jeanie Raymond Bidwell Written for Short Stories 1894 The carnival, that rollicking time of wild and joyous revelry, had begun; and not until the last chime of the midnight bell on Shrove Tuesday would stillness and quiet again fall on the town. firecrackers under the horses' feet, thus adding to the general confusion. There were flag-poles in front of many houses; and the national colors, with here and there the Spanish flag, of red and yellow, floating gayly in the breeze. " Here, Panchito," tossing him a redl, " hold my horse a moment, that's a good boy." and chin.