San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1879-01-25

had heard about the remnrh"pio "o'A"n,
whose daring deeds exceeded those OF
any Of her fathers followers, and that it
was affirmed that the most successful
raids OF the band were planned by her.
and that she always assisted in their ex'
ecution. boz "-
Thus engaged in pleasant converse
ton, the moments slipped away into
hours, and every moment that passed
felt myself becoming more hopelessly
entangled in the meshes that the lovely
woman before me was all unconsciously
weaving and throwing around me.
As each successive konr passed l made
mp my mind to leave before another
had, but as often failed in my resolu-
ton. The sun was now low, and l es'
sayed to depart, but was met with the
words: "why, you surely won't 60 un-
til papa comes home; l am sure he
would be glad to meet you" ..-
you really must excuse me, said L;
it is not in justice to the rest OF the par
ty"" E ttr.. irl-.., t- 'N
"What party?" she broke in.
"why," I replied, remembering that
I had not told her, :" / am only one OF a
party of some ten or twelve" .t.. ..
"Ah, yes" said she cycling me close
w, 81 see. And all searching for Mer-
engo?"
eyes," I replied, "but I am a day in
advance of them; and, as l said, 1t
would really be unjust for me to remain
idle here while they are pursuing their
laborous search"
"Then they will be here tomorrow"
she asked.
eyes" said I; their intention was to
follow the trail that brought me here. !"
well" said she, "you must stay until
papa comes. 1 shall have to set table
for tea" And before 1 could interpose
word she was away. AS she left the
room thought how many charms she
was the possessor of; intelligent, beautl-
full, romantic, vivacious; of aesthetic
tastes, was convinced; and then look
ing around my eyes lit upon the books
piled upon the table. I had curiosity
to see them more closely, so walked
over and on examining them found they
we're the works of authors of renown,
and as I opened one after another,
saw upon the fly leaf of book OF poems
several stanzas traced in most perfect
hand. They attracted my attention, and
I read them, and while L still held the
book in my hand my fair hostess came
in and approached the table where l
stood. ... ........ .. ...
"Pardon me, please" I began, for
examining your library unlimited; but
may 1 ask who is the author OF these
beautiful stanzas?"s de
The color that rose to her cheek veri-
fed the conclusion that had already
arrived at, but she merely said;"Oh, no
one in particular" and added quickly,
papa has just come; he will be in in a
moment"
She had scarcely finished speaking
when q tall, dark man with heavy brows,
a full black beard, and flowing black
hair, entered the room, and, after the
formalities of an introduction were over,
we sat down, and, as his daughter with
drew from the room, he commenced IN
q subdued tone: ....
"Violet informs me that you are after
Morengo."
Violet! She bore the name OF my IA
vorite flower; and, oh! how well it suit
ed her, thought.
"Yes, SIR" I replied; "and any infor-
nation you could give me would be
greatly appreciated. Am I on the right
track?"
EYES," he answered, Il think you
are" eel e.... 'a-
l listened intently.
But you should have left the trail,
he continued, "some three miles back.
There is a little clearing there. Didn't
you see it as you came along?'
YES" 1 replied, Il remember it."
well, sir" he continued, Il have
suspicion which I have never yet COM
municated to any living being, not even
lo,,ob+a, and that is that some