Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1877-02-26

drapery no art could equal, and shot
her arm straight out, and the finger of
her brown, tapering hand pointed up to
the western slope to the top of a stone
house that just displayed itself from
among the deep growth of mesquite
branches intervening. No word in reply
escaped her. She only relapsed into
her old attitude and looked toward the
village.
"Senor !'
Turning, youthful Mexican was
standing near me. He beckoned me to
follow him. | obeyed reluctantly; as
the youthful being who stood on the
broad, stone cross was really beginning
to become Of great interest to me.
"senor," and the Mexican gracefully
took from his mouth a cigarette "she
will not converse with you
"Why? 1 replied, in apparent sur
prise.
"She will converse with no strangers
nor will she tell her history" and
careless smile fitted across his brown
face. One year ago to-day, just at day.
break, the people in tie plaza at Goliad
were startled by pistol shots, and body
of men rode through the town, evidently
IN pursuit of some one. On running
from their houses this girl was found
wounded in her shoulder but she would
reveal nothing, nor would she permit
any one else to touch her person except
the surgeon who dressed her wounds. 1t
was pronounced trivial. The surgeon.
good man, took L~-s~-I-io nvuse, puU
she remained sullen and reticent all
that day, and the afternoon fled, and in
the evening she was discovered standing
where she is now. But nature could
not bear the strain, and at about this
very hour" and he looked at the declin-
ing sun, "she fell with moan, her
wounds broke out afresh, and she was
soon covered with blood. The people in
yonder house. A-orlcans, > and he point |
oil --c stone house-lh--
she has hoo --sn Vnem ever SINCE her
Md Is not impaired, and the people
with whom she resides say that she is
gentle unless aroused, and then she is
like tigress. But her frceness never
displays itself only to strangers, or to
those who she thinks are doing wrong"
"Strange, strange" said, and mused
vVvI, "h~t li~o LossId II tl.o1V
link by which she can be traced ~
"None; it has been tried. The men
who rode through the town never re-
turned, and shortly after that occurrence
three men were found murdered on the
banks of the Nueces river. they were
buried. That is the only clew, and it
was never followed, as no one cared.
AS he ceased speaking, six armed men
rode up to the mission. Five dismount-
ed the sixth, tall muscular, brown
haired, blue eyed man, was left upon his
horse, bound. his arms being tied behind
him.
Help him to dismount, Rucker,"
spoke the leader of the party. "He
must be thirsty"
From the bound captive l casually
glanced at the girl. She had changed
her position, and was looking at the
prisoner, and her gray eyes apparently
dilated as she caught CLEAN from those
of the tall, bound man, and | thought
tear glistened in them. Their eyes fully
met, and something like flash of rec
ognition, as an electric spark, passed be-
tween them, and again her face wore a
look of cold unconcern.
Gray" spoke the leader, low set,
dark featured man, "will you have some
water ?" as the captive dismounted.
"Yes, Haskell. You know | have
drank but once to-day"
"When we reach San Patricio, where
you killed your victims one year ago,
you will need no water.
"They pursued me one hundred miles
and fought me all the way. 1t was a
fair fight, and if l were only loose and
armed you would not follow me, and
the blue eyes turned to an almost harsh
gray.
Course you! you shall have no wa
| ter" said Haskell, as he turned away.
With bound as swift as cats
l leap, the girl sprung upon him anc
. wrenched the gourd, full of sparkling
water, from his hand, and her metali'
e voice shrieked out
J, "He shall have water -
Y Haskell was startled, and wilt
shout of laughter broke from the throat
s of his companions. The laugh was lou
and long, and the girl stood before ther
1 as one inspired with the ferocity of i.
IT tigress.
IS The prisoner remained unmoved, hi
e arms still pinioned.
Course the little catamount p mu
,e tered Haskell. "Give it to him. an
give plenty-enough to last him to Sa
ye Patricio. We will hang him as soon ;
we reach that place. He is Mustan
Grey!"
e. Mustang Grey?' was re-echoed
ut those gathered around, as he was know