The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-08-23


sorbed all my mind, and kept my eyes
fixed intently upon the ring. At last
the infuriated animal was brought in,
and the contest began. Owing 10 some
unfortunate move on the part of de
Midci, his foot slipped and he fell head
long in front of the bull, who, already
maddened beyond measure, made a
plunge, lacerating his flesh most dread
fully. A loud kissing was the last l
heard, for took so deep an interest in
the stranger that tainted.
"When 1 awoke to consciousness
was at home lying in bed, and my
mother sitting beside me. Ny first
question was, is he dead?' My mother
answered me in the negative, telling
me also that my father suspected the
cause of my indisposition, and was
highly ineensed at the idea of my fall
ing in love with a man who had for
feited his popularity and deserved hiss
ing from the arena; for you know"
continued she, looking at the Colonel,
"that bull-fghting is one of the favor
ite amusements of the Spaniards, and to
have the champion beaten is considered
a disgrace.
'But had made up my mind to find
out more about him-to seek him out,
and if he was injured, to relieve him il
possible. The next day planned within
myself that / would walk out and in
quire who the stranger was and where
he lived. Accordingly l started, and
had just entered the gay promenade,
when who should / see coming towards
me but the subject of my thoughts, who
at once recognized me. Dismissing my
attendant, 1 accepted him as my escort
during the remainder of my walk. His
arm, which had been the most hurt, was
in a sling, and a huge piece of sticking
! plaster covered a slight wound upon his
| left cheek. He informed me that his
name was Lenard de Midci; that his
parents were of Indian blood, and re-
sided in the wilds of louisiana i'm Amer
lea; that he had been travelling over
Europe, had stopped at the gay capital
only on a visit, and expected to return
in the course of a few months to the
home of his parents. As we were con-
versing, voice at my side caused me to
start, and turning, I beheld my father,
whose lowering brow betokened the ap-
proach Of some terrible storm. Grasp
ing me by the arm, he stepped between
Lenard and myself, and taking him by
the neck, hurled him to the ground.
Quickly springing to his feet, while the
Indian revenge could be plainly seen in
his firmly set teeth, which he fairly
gritted in his rage, with one blow from
his unhurt arm he laid my father sense
less before me. Then, turning to me, he
asked:
(Which will you do-go with the
stranger or remain? Quick, for I must
fyp
without waiting a moment TO con-
slider, 1 replied, Il am yours and before
1 scarcely. knew what was doing, found
myself in a coach and driving rapidly
out of Madrid. 1t was nearly night
when we arrived at a small town outside
Of the capital. Stopping at public
house, Lenard left me, and soon after
returned, bringing with him a priest
and shortly after l became the wife o
one had so strangely left all to follow
After partakiDg of a sumptuous repast
we again proceeded upon our journey
never stopping, only to take refresh
ments, until we were beyond the borden
of Spain. We directed our course towarC
a small seaport town, where we engage,
passage in a ship which was to start i'm
mediately for the United States. From
that day to this have never seen eithe
of those dear parents, whose only faul
was too much indulgence and kindnes
to their self-willed and wayward daugh
ter. One OF my brothers died since, an,
the other married, and is now living a
Narseilles."
Mrs. Summers, who had listened {,
this much of her history in silence, ex
claimed:
"And his name is Paralto Valerie o.
''Yes, madam" answered Catherine
her countenance lighting up. care yol
acquainted?p
81 am his sister-in-law,n replied Mrs
s Summers. "He married my only sis
4 ter, Lily" Stranger still-soliloouize
a she, as Catherine proceeded with he
!, narrative.
a "As soon as we arrived in Lousiana
c we proceeded at once to the wild fores
4 which had been the home of my hus
a bands childhood, and the description
e which already suited my romantic fan
[ cy. His father, whose name was Flee
q foot, was the chief of his tribe, and hi
I mother, Lucerta, was styled the God
on account Of her motherly kindne:
/ and good acts to all those who chance
. TO be thrown in her way. FleetfoC
/ frowned upon me, as Lenard introduce
$ me, but Lucerta, putting her arm
o around me, said in her language:
e 4" May the Good Spirit bless you, m
J, childp
!, "My heart went out to her at ono
d and always after loved her as dearl
n as if she had been my own mother; bI
!. it was quite the contrary with Fleetfoo
:, whom the longer ] knew the more di
e liked, and, to tell the truth, hate
II him, for the heart Of the Spanial
y knows but two feelings, love and hat
d Though 1 had left my parents and
IS my friends hehind me. and sought II