THEY will tell you in Anchuria, that President Niraflores, of that voIatile republic, died by his own hand in the coast town of Coralio that he had reached thus far in flight from the inconveniences of an imminent revolution and that one hundred thousand dollars, government funds, which he carried with him in an Americal leather valise as a souvenir of his tempestuous administration, was never afterward recovered. For a real, a boy will show you his grave. It is back of the town near a little bridge that spans, a mangrove swamp. A plain slab of wood stands at its head......