The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1878-03-12

water. Then, like a flash, she turned
her eyes OF me and said: w
"Afraid of the water2 You do. not
know me, it seems, am afraid of moth
ing Who are your
tod her my name, but she did not
appear to comprehend my words, but
with her black eyes still upon me spoke
again:
care you going farrf'
"To Los Angeles" I replied.
"Do you live lhere?"
"No. Do your"
Eyes, when they will let me. l have
been away for year"
"That's a long while" 1 said. Il
suppose you are glad to get back"
She did not reply to this, but sweep
ing tue deck with her eyes said quickly {
care you rich3"
"No; on the contrary. I am poor"
"What could you do with thousand
dollars ?" she asked.
The note / had found came into my
mind like a flash, and for moment I
could not speak. Was the girl going to
offer me money to take human life p
AS | did not answer at once she repeat
ed the question, and said:
81 could do good deal with thod
sand dollars, but / refused"
The girl gave suspicious glance over
the deck, and turning / saw two black
eyes glaring at me, land the next moment
the tall, black whiskered companion Of
the girl strobe toward u.s.
"What do you hear ?" he said, looking
at me sharply.
Nothing" replied; "only looking
at the sea. Who are you2"
II am the guardian Of this GIRL" he
tbundered land don't you dare speak to
her again"
And here is where he threatened to
kick me into the sea.
I left the deck at once, more perplex-
ed than ever, and l saw neither the man
nor the woman again that day or the
next, and then we landed.
At the wharf l met reporter of one
of the city papers, land l showed him the
note without hesitation; he smiled and
said:
81 understand it; come with me-"
| Half an hour later we entered yard
which led to low, rambling house, on
the veranda Of which was man of great
age; his hair was perfectly white, like
wise his beard, and his form was bent
and tottering.
"What is it :" said the old man, as we
halted before him.
"a note from your granddaughter"
answered my friend, the reporter.
"What does she say ?"
! "She offers Jean la Rus, the murder
er, 81, 600 to kill Vasquez, the renowned
robber.
"Poor girlf' sighed the old man; 81
fear she is as crazy as ever. NV son, /
suppose, is bringing her home2 ?"
eyes," and then turning to me She re-
porter said: "You do not understand
this, so will tell you the story"
"This young girl is crazy; she has
been in the asylum at Stockton for ovel
a year. To begin with, she had lover
a fine young man, who met his deatf
eighteen months ago at the hands o
Vasquez, the robber. A former lover o
J the girl hired the outlaw to commit th'
, deed, and. when it was known that h
: was dead Marguret lost her reason.-
Everything has been done that can b.
, done. She thinks constantly of her love
) and the man who took his life,and seem
only to live to wreak vengeance on th
J murderer"
7 I understood all nov and turned t
GO, and there coming Up the walk wa
the man and the girl.
: / did not wish to meet them, 80 tskin!
, my friend by the arm we took by pat
+. to the road.
r For several weeks following / hear
v nothing of the case, when one mornin
my friend, the journalist, told me tbs
t the beautiful but unfortunate girl wa
! dead.
q She had bribed d Mexican attendan
t to bring her tarantula, and placing tn
: enormous spider on her arm, like Cleo
patra Of old, deliberately left the world
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