The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-11-07
struggle, she -saidAquestiagly, 30
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struggle, she -aaid,A questiagly, DO
you rememberalmost yesgo hravely
rescuing a lady and her maid n the
grasp ofsseveral :fafians in lonely
street OF: :MatamorasY j..
'ASr' L exclaimed, sadly, have
good reason 10 rsmepber thei-cum-
stance. - 4 hundred tims pee, |
have walked the streets aamoras,
in vain search for that JasNpchansing
face.' an
her eyes to the ground, any Imbled
violently as she replied aaudi-
bly,, I recognized you irony window
as you passed through thsfllage a
prisoner
This was the lovely creatvewhom I
had sought 20 long! I reate' it all
now, and attempted to clasEsr in my
arms. -,
She avoided me, and kepeyongmy
reach, still pleading that I suld mount
and hasten away.
'Oh senorita, you are chl,' 1 ex-
claimed. Give me your nse, if hoth-
ing else, that I may worshitp =
And will you 20 then 2
Yes; but l will not prone never to
seek you again
She still hesitated; but aaast said ::
I am called Anita de Vegal
-. And she tv'.tt fed; but my "q'' followed
The lovely owner tt6at name
I will find again, though search all
Mexico overp
spriuging on the back f the mus
tang, I made my way slow out of the
village. ..i
! had scarcely done go when the
sound of confusion, and Excitement,
and of hurryiug feet came me; and
then, mingled with these,a woman's
shrilf scream. r .
/ could have sworn it va;ny Anita
de Vega who uttered tha scram. All
the blood in my veins fiosesin horror
at the alarming sound.
I turned my mustang to- oah back
into the village and liberats Ter, or die
with her; but tho hocf beat Of a scor.
of horses, following in my thil, aroused
me to the folly Of this purpose, and
striking spurs into my aniksl, I wal
soon flying along the trail ata maddsnet
speed.
The mustang that I had looked upol
so dubioasly, was very ssih; and
found no trouble in distancag his pur
7suers.. = ess. g "
But the ride was of tie keenes
agony to me. My only desre was t
reach the Texan side, recruit numbe
of daring spirits, and hasten back t
rescue the brave woman sho. at tn
the risk Of her own life, bed preserve
-,nins, %sidlI s<chssyrsmpSs~' a.
I While -spredi.s along, Nengaged
this thoneht, I dashed into the cam
of my own company, the Border Rsgr
lators. 70
Il was received as one risen from ii
dead. But I could say nothing, .
nothing, except briefly to relate Il
means of my escape, and the suppose
capture of my preserver. Every ma
of the company volunteered to accon
pany me to her rescue, and they We
only more wild to 20 when I explaiDe
my belief that we would find Cucho
andIall his band of cut,tbreats assen
bled in the village of Salito.
1t was as I expected. An hour aft
daylight we charged into the villag
surprising Cuchora and his men viii
at breakfast. They had never ,dream'
of another visit from US, and the
rout was complete; more than half
their number falling in the bloody CO.
fict.
In the prison from which I had
capped, I fund Anita de Vega, cruel
bound and condemned to death. IT
guard had discovered her scarf lyil
at the broken grating through which
had escaped. This proved her cor
plicity in my escape, and had the Regul
tors been balfhour later in reaching Il
village, would have only found h
murdered body there. g.. ls...' -
Anita de Vega accompanied the Re
ulatofs on their return to the Tex
side. 1t needed no very deep observ
to discern, from my pleading glanc
toward her, and her blushiug ones
return, that there was a clear case
love among the Regulators, and that
was reciprocated. Her father, a wei
thy. substantial citizen of .Matamort
| was notified of her whereabouts. I
came over to load me down with p,
testations Of gratitude, end to prove |
sincerity by bes,owiug Cd me the hal
of his lovely and accomplished daught'
1t is worth running the risk Of bel
skinned alive, to secure o wife as love
and lovable as my Anita. ."..
.... Man and Woman.