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


Somewhere about the middle of the last century
one steamng May night a man stood beside the
irop-barTed windows OF house III the NIUE town oi
Narayatio chatting In low tones with CIR inside
= teil thee said the nan, there IS no fear; I'M
Less indeed, he added alter pause, my Chucul
betrays me. Poor little one, but thon wouldst not
40 that for all the gold of the vlceroyT
God of nv life, nor sighed the girl; but Juan,
remember the risks you run coming here 50 often,
though you are disguised. though the Coyote Is 4Il
ready sadded in the pasture, some dag you must he
susupcted: and, when once suspected. you are iost
Colonel Torres has sworn on the altar 10 aNehGe
his hrotler: and that affair of the arch bishops
money has set all the Clergy against you. IOu are
rich and have something let us 90 from mere ana
live free life down ON the coast
NO Chuchlta, mia, ne must despoll the per-
secntors somew hat mOre. There are 20 c0Hd.ctdS
passing the puerto soon. and have them must
Hist! Gdios ida miaP and be slipped awav under
the half moonlight almost brushing against t"o
men at the corner 81,
edge of the town, where springing over II stone
%s1I he whlstled M a gray horse feeding IN
meadow and in moment more was across the RIVER
and canterIng away through the mesquite bushes
on the plain beyond.
sand that was the Coyote! 80 no, my friend! you
are III love with the little Chucha, Ell itsa pity
TO stop your billing and coolng but stop IL l VIII
before Two weeks are out. Alb, Juan Medina Juan
Medina! trapped at Last! And DOW let's oil TO
Padre Hurtados.' In Anew minutes the priest
house was reached and the two were let III by
sleepy porter. -. - ..i,.
wolf to his lair and the Coyote to his pasture!
shall have my revenge for my Drothef, anu you LOT
she fat old arcnbishops gold
Peace my son NOT so loud the fend has
friends everywhere. I come. And anon the broad
figure of the priest steps out OF glass door on TO
sEsteyan! TiRtOy copas and some white-fsh
salad, An, gentlemen, was dreaming was win
Mahomet in Paradise when your rough voice
woke me. Colonel!
sOr with the hours 7 laughed the other
.Ah nv colonel, what bad man you are, always
20 tie pokinp fun at a poor old fat priest! But
fight Estevan and a table. SIT down, and keep
your hats on
TO 3D. Estevan. And now for your news,
friend oOnel.
Padre he answered, Juan Medina has been in
town three nights this week, ana to night found
out the pettlcoat that brghts him here. Guess
who II is
you aIe more likely to know than I, my friend
Say on.
'Chuc "a Delgado'
'ChuclaP and the heavy veins of the priests
coarse face knotted up, and he gTpDed hard at his
glass The lutte devil! he mntterei.
lilo, 10! laughed the LUlOnel. lie has to1ched
You near, chi Well. the easier for ms pTtJect,
which IS thIs tax her with 1t in the confess Onal.
and find ont everything, under tne threat OF ex
communication. Women can't stand that. And as
for the rest. leave it and " amigo Juan 10 me-
Drink. drink, my frendsI exclaimed the priest
fercely Colonel, 10 this cup pledge yOnr revenge
the archhshOps and above all my own. You shall
know all tomorrow
The first two bottles were soon replaced by MORE
and dawn saw them separate at the priests door.