Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-07-27
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girl, OF respectable family in Gudalaiara,
who had eloped with her lover, an officer
stationed in this province. She was better
! educated, and far more intelligent than the
generality of her country-women, with all
the graceful, winning ways peculiar to
Creoles. She was living with an old rea.
tive, in cottage near the skirts of the
town and | frequently sought her society,
listened to the low, sweet cdncioncitdS of
her native land, or seated beneath the shade
of spreading tree in the inner patio, she
would reclte by the hour old Legendary re-
| dondilaS and ballads of Mexico while her
servant played with the sweeping masses of
her jet black HAIR she was very proud of
it, and often told me, that when she be-
came poor, it would serve her for Man
tilla, she had soft feminine features, pale
complexion lighted by large, langud, dark
eyes. She was tall and slender girl, but
with the smallest feet | ever beheld. This
was Dolores. Her mind appeared to par
take of the mourniul Specification of her
name, and even during her gayest moments
she was always tinged with sadness. Poor
Lola she was thinking of her lover, who
had left with the troops on our coming
Returning one morning from a fatguing
night skirmish, the servant Tomasa met me
on the road, and placed note in my hand
from her mistress. 1t was simply desire
to see me. Without going to the quarters,
| turned my horses head towards the town,
and soon dismounted at the house. The old
aunt received me with some agitation, and
I ,bo1o NJ,
from an inner room. "Que Aay Senor 2"
"Nnla, mn cSCaramusa, no mas !" "Y muer-
tos :" "Quien Sabe puede sur an o6ieiM
dc astedcs." "What's the ncws?" Nothing
but a skirmish." "Any killed % eyes,
perhaps one of our officers" AT this re-
ply Dolores entered the chamber, and with
quick, low voice, asked, "And the color
of his horse, senior? ?" "White !" She burst
into tears, and sank to the floor. | after
wards learned that it was her lover, who,
however, had only been slightly wounded.
He had been in the habit of entering the
port disguised as an mvierO, and was eX-
pccted on the morning alluded to. Had l
known what he was capable of doing at
later day, he might have lost the number of
his mess, instead of receiving buck-shot
in the leg.
From this period poor Dolores became
more and more triste and depressed. She
never was seen again in the plaza-the mu-
sic had lost its charm-her books were
thrown aside, and she could hardly mingle
in conversation. Some weeks went by,
and duty claiming all my time, l had not
called for many days. Late one night To-
masa came running to the Garita, and, with
breathless haste, told me that her mistress
was very i'll and wished to see me. A few
minutes gollop took me to the door. The
old lady was weeping, and poor Lola was
lying upon low couch, with blood slowly
trothing from her lips-but thought there
was gleam of pleasure in her eyes. She
had burst blood veSsel-at least imagin-
ed so at the time-and ! instantly dispatch
ed boy on my horse for a surgeon. In
the sequel | discovered the cause. Tomasa
informed me she had heard the Sonora
scream, and upon entering the room found
her lying insensible on the ,5,ound, deluged
in blood, and on coming to she had begged
her 10 say nothing, but send for me. The
fact was, that her lover had again stolen in
to town, and whether from vile jealousy or
natural brutality of disposition, had the
dastardly cruelty TO beat the poor, unresist-
ing girl, with the hilt of pistol, until she
fell lileless from heavy blows showered upon
! her breast and shoulders. This was fully
shown by the post-mortem examination
The miscreant fled, and many an hour of
sound sleep he cost me, in hopes of getting
a glimpse of him along the tube of a rifle.
AT the time there was chance of re-
covery; and daily, after the hemorrhage
ceased, sat by her bedside and tried to en-
courage her with anticpatlons of returning
health.
".Nol no! me roy mourir. 1t is all
useless, am going to die ie."-counting with
her thin fngers-''in three weeks! ay dc
mi E! for the last sight of my native land J"
Sometimes | would read to her Spanish
translation OF Sues Mysteries of Paris, and
she never tired OF saying Fleur de Marie,
"PrObre cita que dotor'" Poor thing !!
what sulltrings p She was gradually sink
ing, but still her spirits rose, and her big
black eyes became more and more luminous.
1t was sorrowiul, indeed, to see a young
girl, so beautiful and bright, just bidding
adieu to life.
She had the best medical attendance, but
another hemorrhage ensued, and the lamp
OF life was fading fast. AT last Tomasa
came for me ''Dios de mi alma Ia Sonora
esta momie,lde-My mistress is dying"
found the sick chamber filled with women.
and a priest, while a number Of tapers
threw strong light upon the nearly breath
less sufferer. The padre soon accomplished
his drawing work--a cruci6x was pressed
TO her pallid lips--the bed and floor sprink'
t led with holy water--a hasty are was NUT
tered, and they then withdrew. Fortu-
, nately, sister had arrived few days pre-
, viously, and it was great consolation tc
the dying girl. l drew near and seated
myself at the couch. She placed her linn
little hand in lnine---told her sister to seve
t a tress from her hair when she was dead
a and drawing ring from her finger, smile'
J. family, saying, ".4cuerde mi por amistad-
| Rememember me kindly," An hour pass