Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-02-24

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There is the cave at last, where Dolores shell
tered you last night. No fire burns in from
of it now, and it is enveloped in darkness
Picciola thinks of its lonely occupant, and g
feeling Of pity rises in her breast. Can she
be the Dolores Of whom she had heard such
scornful mention, and shall she warn her Of
the treschery Of which she may be the victim
In any case, it would be we'll for her to stop g
brief while and rest. Better not overtax hel
powers too rashly, for the longest part of hel
Journey still lies ahead, and she may break
down on the way, and utterly fail. ..
~ She entered the cave, but in the dark she
could at first discover nothing. A smouldering
faggot, however, still emitted faint light
from one corner, and by this she was present
ly able to discern the sleeping figure of her
quondam hostess on the straw bed. Gently
approaching her, she laid hand on her arm
and softly called her name. -aa":.. ...
Dolores started up with a cry-"Carlos
have you Gomez" j. '..''''.I - D., ''I'''' 49,
=. Carlos! 1t was not Alasquez, then, whom
she was expecting. ut is I, ,Dolores--Picci'
OLA" answered the latter, with feeling Of
relief at the discovery. "Forgive me for dis
turbing you; but am 30 weary thought
you would not mind my stopping in to rest. u
-1 "Picciola! a!-again!- why, how do you come
to be out inr this dreadful storm ?" asked Do
lores, passing her hand in bewildered way
across her brow. j." II thought it was he who
had come back. Holy Virgin, how wet you
are! Take care not to wet the child"
SIS he there with your" asked Picciols,
tenderly, as she now, for the first time, per-
eeiyed little downy head nestled, down on a
pillow under the covering. Dolores drew the
blanket up more closely, and slipping out Of
bed proceeded to kindle the fire; but Picciola
demonstrated with her, assuring her that she
had but little while to stay. ....'.'.
"Ob, but you must get dry-you must warm
yourself before you go on! Why, you are
soaked to the skin-you must be horribly
cold! Dotell me why you are out in such
weather. Do you mean to try and kill your
selfY" said Dolores, rapidly chattering in
Spanish as she went on with her hospitable
task. "Have you succeeded in your search
Tell me all about it, will you not r'ju -.u
p "Oh, 1 am on the way to success, think
/ hope; but have still a great many diff.
culties before me" said Picciola, who had Ia
ken off her outer garments, and was wringing
them by the door. ,....., ..., f..,r....
You, can not put on those things again,
said Dolores, .glancing at her. Leave them
with me and take some of mine instead" 10
"Oh, no they would get just as wet in a
short time. 1t would be no use, and might
not be able to bring them back"
l"Then hang them over this, bench, close to
the fire. It will soon burn nicely, now. l
will get you something to eat and drink, and
rs1er ,ois7' o-wthus7-youusv-zoig
do"
81 am going to find person who will help
me, and who is staying over the mountains,
more than twelve hours walk from here. So
you see cannot stay long to rest, for fear Of
being too late" ". ...
"Why are you in such haste :"
" because am afraid that that wicked man
will escape-the one I told you Of"
'"You know where he is, then?" " ..
eyes, l know where he is, now; but be
may not be there long" .. :u.- ....
"And the little child-the baby. Have
you found him, too?"
"Not yet, the angel! But if he is alive, I
soon will" ....
Dolores was silent for moment. Then,
turning with gesture of almost fierce inquiry
toward her guest, she exclaimed, as she laid
her hand almost forcibly on her arm
"Tell ME the name of the man you speak
of must know i'll" ......
"Pedro Alaseuez," replied Picciola, thrown
off her guard by the abruptness Of the ques-
ton, but regretting her, perhaps, dangerous
frankness almost at the instant of speaking.
The other drew back with an expression of
relief and, with long breath, rejoined-
Il startled you, didn't II" But at the mo-
meut, I thought--never mind what thought.
get foolish fancies sometimes, staying here
alone Almost everything scares me. Are
you little more comfortable Dow?'
'"Yes, indeed" said Picciola, to whom the
warmth of the6re was luxury in her chilled
and worn-out condition. "This rest will do
me ever 80 much good"
"You we're very right to stop, though you
startled me when you first came in. You
looked so wild and strange in your dripping
Clothes I took you for a spirit of the storm r.
.If were spirit of the storm, would
fy through the air, without trouble, to where
am going" said Picciola "but unluckily, |
am only a poor mortal, without wings, and
with feet that will get tired"
"And bruised, too, am afraid" said Dolo-
res "Is not the path very hard to travel p
EYES, very slippery and rough. But, oh
Dolores, if I should die of fatigue afterward,
do not care, provided only reach my jour-
ney's end in time" 't'.. .....
"You have great courage-great endur-
ance," said Dolores, looking wonderingly at
her. II would not venture abroad, tonight,
for the sake of any human being alive!"
"Perbaps you could do more than you think,
if the necessity came" rejoined Picciola.
"Listen-has not the rain stopped p
"It has slsckened of" said Dolores, "and
the moon is coming out"
They went to the door together and looked
out. The storm was evidently abating. The
clouds were hurrying in broken masses across
the sky, the moonlig ght shone, and the rain
had almost ceased to fall but the wind still
blew, aud it was growing very cold.
"Ugh it freezes" said Dolores, turning
back with shver. "And your things are