The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-10-19

and will save her or die. Listen ~ he
continued, hurriedly. "This rascal has
come to make some proposal to us.
Keep your eye on him; the moment
you get fair chance, fire at him. If
you kill her, IL is the better fate. When
/ hear the shot will throw open the
window (which | can do more easily
than the door, and try for rescue. For
heavens sake, don't leave the roof.
Our only hope Is in your being able to
keep off the others, who will rush from
the ditch"
He rushed down the ladder, leaving
his hat cunningly adjusted above the
parapet.
The savage raised his voice and de-
manded, in broken Spanish, a surrender.
He threatened us with tortures and bade
us look upon his captive who, too,
should suffer for us. He grapsed her
hair brutally and raised her head. With
a sudden spring of pain and fright she
threw herself out of his arms and fell to
the ground. His time and mine had
come. AS he stopped, my bullet laid
him dead by the side of his intended
victim. Dick made his rush from the
window, and the Indians theirs from
the ditch, as he had predicted; but, as
Rosita was rather nearer to the house
than the ditch, he managed to reach
her first and was retreating with her in
his arms. And now all depended upon
me. My first shot, aimed at the fore
most of the assailants, missed him clean;
and before could seize the other rifle lie
had made vicious thrust at Dick, who
encumbered as he was, was quite help
less. The lance passed through Rosita's
dress, luckily without injury to the
wearer; and as the savage drew back
for cooler and surer thrust, had the
inexpressible pleasure of lodging bullet
in his body, which closed his career.
Then heard a heavy fall in the room
below.
Dick had thrown his bundle clean
through the open window, at the risk of
breaking limb, and turning, found
himself engaged hand to hand with
dozen Indians. He set his back against
the wall, and drew his revolver with his
right hand, receiving as he did 30
spear thrust through his left arm; but
his and my revolver dropped man at
every shot; SO they drew off.
Dick managed, with great effort, to
drag himself through the window, and
then tainted away from loss of blood
and exhaustion and when ran down
the ladder to made fast the window
again, L found him comfortably reclin-
ing with his head in Rosita's lap, the
latter having been stunned by her un-
ceremonious entry. But 1 could not
stay to help here; my post was on the
roof.
But the fight was over. They feared
longer to encounter our deadly breech-
leaders. They bore off with them five
of the slain; six other corpses lay in
front of the window, and two more were
afterwards found, who had crawled into
the ditch, like wild animals, to die.
Rosita had been captured while walk
ing in the orange garden near her
fathers house, a short time before we
were attacked.
You noble caballeros," she said,
shave preserved me from death and
from what is still worse. God will re-
ward you, for can never"
1 think Dick, however, was of differ
ent opinion at all events he has always
seemed remarkably satisfied with the
reward he had persuaded her to make
him.
Years have passed since that eventful
night. Dick and Rosita are living at
Don Ramon's estancia, that old gentle
man having departed this life shortly
after their marriage. I, too, am with
them as partner in the land, flocks
and herds, of which we have goodly
quantity and whenever the increasing
stock of little Dicks and Rositas ask me,
as they invariably do of an evening, to
tell them a story, know that nothing
less will content them than the one L
have narrated.
John SMALLWEEO'S WOOING.