New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-02-25

II WAS nearly o in the morning when Juan was
knocking at Chuchas window IN MaIaVat,o' GuIs
lng the Lnumerable patrols oil cavalry nc na ouu
forced to AVOID on his way down from tue noun.
tains and wondering how cross Chucha wouiu oe a'
1Chncha. opeu-its me- te whispered.
The winiows were 6uug back suddenly; ana
Chucha the picture OF agOnlzed Despair dropPou
c. her knees by the bars. ,.f or, al
Fly, Juan. fly they are watching ior you ard nj
over Inc town they knew you were COMING anu
~ cGrGm6a how did they know that asked Juan
Oh my God my God 1T was Father liuItado;
| confessed it to him. Forgive ME. forgive me-
Juan! have killed you. .,, 49,. ,oo,
Juan's answer, whatever IL would nave Deen,
was cut short by the furious gallop of a
horse up the street, followed by Inc Jang,
ling of cavalry sran5ard' tOr ci an and tben
himself ONLY needed two dagger Ulows. but was
sne worth ti EIe he could answer, his plan was
changed by recognizing tue G1Io' SronS Tie Rorno
close 10 him and hurting n curse at the IaihIiDg
GIRL he was into the saddle and away lnto "a cross
street at full gallOp. They've lett picket al All
the gates; the best way is TO run the gauntlet OF
the cuarfel and try the main cato. Ihey won
think shall dare to Try that ana .m:n I'm, ts
before be cot into The main street kept the pursuers
uncomfortsbly close, rs he dare not Iet the horse
ont i'm fail running for fear OF slip at the corLers
but when sbey were passed ana the gray felt the
rem slack.ei down lbe street he raced lbs HaiO
abi! Cuica rire : La GUardd? had hardly been
cballrnue in quick rough tones from the cHdfid
barracks ere Juan was thunuerln: past H. 100 last
fur the Noey tho guard gave him. That he felt
was the critical tlme.-for hlmsei he thought not,
but for the horse; aud Eo gave sEh OF feiiel as
the horse neither swerved nor trembled III his
gal .op " hen the vOlley missed aroud them. Ana
now for the gate the pretty white houses all ageam
III lie brilliant moonlight changed into low novels,
from which The dogs rush out barking IN MS track;
then the long paraTeed cause"ay, urea wan
weeping willows with It's 10" swamp mel is oil
alfsIfa on each side; ana the gate II before him.
NO one there. Aud he Is within iiity yards OF II
when twenty dragons form on the OUTSIDE oi IL
from the roadside Trapped! One furious wrench
nj The henry spanish bit brings the gray on 10 n
launches, and pivOtiue tie horse hfo"hd on hi-
huid-leR he puis him boldly at the parapet wan
10 the right. Its long dIop some elght icet, Dut
viii he clear the rl@ItiIg dltcb huu rs !ho
horse lungcs out ward and downward Sckrnlns
sense Of uncertainty comes over MIN HOW iong u
seemed ere they struck! Juan seemed 10 near thc
hurried orders ot Torres tho dragons To ride out
aiun the Causcoay aud mp tue HNer 10 cut MN OIL
AMI h,ar 100 the 'cgrdmbds' from the troops fol.
lowing him ere the graz crashes into tue alfalfa
below. deaGened blow. fearful sbuddel, u lnad
reel forward. and the Coyote pulls himself tolc her
again and is away through ,bo deep holding
ground OF the alfalfa patch IL he can get
through the river now at some place.. ores
and his Dragons have such long rouua thal they
will toe t~o late and the desuory IRE OF the troops
bshiud him is not enough TO tTouble him. A long
staggering Jump over an lrrigating dltch, ana tbcn
liter going as lie keeps close To the edge the
rive. looking tor a ford ; bat the banks are 700
steep AZ last, under willow tree. three hundred
wards below hIs old fording-place, where he can
IN "A
for getting out; aud he turns the gray AT another
deep drop This time, though. lbto water. Inc
plunge iaIly Tends IN twain the niue stream ana
ere Juan and the gray can rec through the drippuG
wafer they are struggling against The opposite
b,uk III. Sins OIL She horse. which crAws ont
almost "a. soon ~ his master. VINO claws his way up
the willow-rOot On his Oack and away again,
free The upstream squad of dragons, afraid 10
cross not knowing OF his old ford, pepper Wildly
AT him To no purpose. The Squad with Colonel
Torres are "A quarter OF "a mile away at least ana he
pat the horses shoulder rs ihey sweep out OF the
low land and ON to ,he trm-h holding turf above,
free stop. sins 10 hOtseman n racing up the ROAD
TO the lett cut him OIL. Instead cl tuIhink Sholt
bank of the river with the rest at the Dragons lac
ba. held on up the main ROAD. only Colonel Tor
REFS black can gallop Ike that Yes. the Colonel
IL ia! well we II try conclusions between the
Spanish Colonel and the lndio Medlnh. says Juan
between his teeth If both keep thcI line they
must together ia about hal mile ana b9th
dolores with his pistol out ana Juan with hls
rata lasso' trailing behind nun W men scarce
twenty yards apart. the Coloncl hlhs MN tthnd
Imam who has his gray well IN hand. ducks lis head
and rides straight nj the black. Bang goc. the pis
toll and "a Juan passes under the blacks stein
The loop Of the rata settles over the Cooncls shout
oers to tho waist sudden jerk that no horse
man eau withstand, aud Juan - galoPins NJ the
road dragging its cruel stones tirlc-s body.
In a hundred yards the end OF the rata u let 20
irom Iuans saddle bow, knowing the base To hc too
hot TO stop and take il OF Tie body; ana he settles
the Coyott down INTO . steady galI0p.
10 is six miles 10 the bridge across the Little
RIVER where there Is probably n cavalry picket on
the scout fOI him; the troopers behind cannot 1--we
with the gray even nj this pace for three miles
Tor them he has no care. lie has nothing To DO Dut
nurse the gray anG think; hinh oil what OF the
thncba uufaithlul. OF the PRESENT. What cares
he, with a good horse between his legs and no more
danger than IN many, oil ms escap-ues Oi the
future? What future future without Chncha!
There can be no happy future. And no wanders
back again TO the window scene In MaraydtlO.
How beautiful sie had looked amid her tears even
boy ne lad loved her ana did still! But could she
ever he his wife now ! The only woman he had
ever really cared Tor. the Only one Ia whom he had
coufiGed all.-then to lie folled almost at the lat
moment by that cursed iniatuStiOn all women have
for confession; lItile knowing that the very priest
laughs at them for IL. ~
river bridge winch Juan had altogether forgotten
i'm hs reveric, aud which now doomed ny white and
cold against a dark BANK OF trees only some nun
TO be onIy hundred yards from twenty well
armed and mounted dragoOnb who dre on the watch
for you would be too close quarters Tor most men,
but room enough for Juan and the Coyote. la
three minutes there as many large lIrigating
bitches between Juan aud the picket Ntill craniug
at the first one. Then across the river at cattle
ford only known TO herlsmen and robbers, and
into the road half mile beyond. The picket evI- |
IDENTIFY had not him como back 20 the road |
again. 30 that he could slacken the gallon down to
the Mexican OJtrOt. alike so untlring to man and
horse The low grass fields. with willow irinVed |
IrTigatlng ditcheA give way to more broken |
ground, covered with locust, cactus. agave and |
weird gray-stemm oil hucle d. n0ohe trees redoent
win great whlIe bel-liOwers. Ahead doomed up q |
sDur VI the mountaIn-range, along which hs must |
coast until the canon ~ reached. coyote zap
yapping ACROSS the road 'trlllwheeplng flock OF
curlews over his head his only companions |
The chase has died away, and the only point To !
fear il the bridge at Pomoca, i've mllos beyond |
The game is uD now, he feels he must get over 10
Lauielis as possible. The cOndnctd taken IN |
and Torres tho best officer of the west Killed all In
n day, will be enough TO make the ylceroy hunt him
down like "a dog. Chucha-to tho devil with |
Chuchal No use for women in his business, except |
old Mother Josefa In the cave Best go there, get |,
her and the money on horseback. ana the hills
TO Gabriels. Hurtado probably knew OF the cave |
and the old woman might be killed II found there
Pomoca ut last Winch road shall he take when |
ho gets to the little farm Across tho bridge, aud
past Tcpetongof along tho trail 10 the right
4 CLEAN OF light from the Magdaena on tue OPP |
pOste hillside shows some early poems making |
ready for the day. How bright the moon was, and
hn,., In M nd hnill |