The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-11-29

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bly,, II recognized you from my win
dow as you passed th-S ,sf ths village
a prisoner"
This was the lovely creature whom
had sought SO long. Ireslized it all
now, and attempted to clasp her in my
arms.
She avoided me, and kept beyond
my reach, still pleading that should
mount and hasten away.
"Oh, senorita, you are cruelI' lex
claimed. ''Give me your name, il
nothing else, that may worship it.
will not go until know it,"
And will you go then?"
Yes; but will not promise never
TO seek you again."
She still hesitated, but at last said, Il
em called Annita de Vega"
And she fled; but my words follow
ed her:
THE lovely owner of that name !
will find again. though | search all
Mexico overl"
Springing on the back of the mus
tang, l made my way slowly out OF the
village. A
/ had scarcely done SO when the
sound of confusion, and excitement,
and of hurrying feet came to me; and
then, mingled with these, a woman :
shrill scream.
l could have sworn it was my Aunita
de Vega who uttered that scraan. All
the b.ood in my veins froz- il horror
at the alarming sound.
turned my mustang, to dash back
into the village and liberate her or die
with her; but the hoof-beats of score
of horses following 10 my trail aroused
me to the folly of this purpose, and,
striking spurs into my animal. l was
soon flying along the trail at a mad
dening speed.
The mustang that had looked upon
go dubiously was very swift, ard
found no trouble in distancing my pur-
suers.
But the ride was one o. keeuest
agony to me. My only desire was to
reach the Texan side, recruit a number
of daring spirits, and hasten back to
rescue the brave woman who, at the
risk of her own life, had preserved
mine, or fallen in the attewpt.
While speeding along, engaged in
this thought, I suddenly dashed into
the camp of my own company. the
Border Regulate S.
| was received as one risen from the
dead. But / could say Lothipg, do
nothing, except to briefly relate the
means of my eecape and the supposed
capture of my preserver. Every man
of the company volunteered to accom-
pany me to her rescue, and they were
only more wild to 60 when explained
my belief that we would find Cuchora
and all bis band of cut throats assem-
bled In the village ofSalito.
1t was as l expected. An hour after
daylight we charged into the village,
surprising Cuchora and his men at
breakfast. They had never dreamed
of another visit from us, and the rout
was complete, more than half their
number falling in the bloody col Lffict.
In the prison frcm which ID es-
capped l found Annita de Vega, cruelty
bound and condemned to death. The
guard had discovered her scarf lyiDg at
the broken grating through which 1
escaped. This proved her completely
in my escape, and had the Regulators
been a half hour later in reaching the
village, we would have found her mur-
dered body there. arF
Annita de Vega accompanied the
Regulators in their return to the Texan
side. 1t needed no very deep observer
to discern from my pleading glances
toward her, and her blushing, witching
ones stolen in return, that there was a
clear case of love among the Regula-
-o's. and that it was reciprosated. Her
father, wealthy, suhst ,ntial ci'iz ., of
Matamoras, was notified o: iI'r Sh-r--i
abouts. He came over to load me
down with protestations of gratitude,
and to prove his sincerity by bestow-
ing on me the hand of his lovely and
accomplished daughter. 1t is worth
running the risk of being skinned alive
to secure wife as lovely and loving
as my Annita.