The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-06-06

rage at the slightest disobedienee or neglect
on the part of her servants, and how, with
out mercy she would chastise the hapless
offender. But she seemed upon intimate
terms with the noble families of the island I:
she hvished tender caresses upon her young
children, and there was nothing apparent
that would confirm the ruth of thase re.
ports.
The summer passed The luxurious and
unequaled baths were visited for the last
time. For the last time we gazed upon the
wonderful caldinas in their columns of smoke
and steam, and then entered our strange
vehicle for the thirty -mile drive to the city.
As our three mules ratified gaily along the
narrow streets, we passed the carriage Of
Senhora Baptista, and the handsome, mock
ing smile of the Senhora was the last glimpse
We had Of her. Possibly we may have mel
her many times in town, but as the Indies,
when they venture into the public streets,
are commonly disguised with garment OF
peculiar fashion, entirely covering the head
and enveloping the figure to the feet we
should not have known her.
1t was about year ago that the capital
city of st. Michael's was startled with the
news that the Senhora, through motives OF
jealousy, it was supposed, had poisoned her
husband She was arrested and was put in
jail to await her trial How well the writer
remembers the dismal, great prison. All
but the wretchedly poor inmates are fed
from their own homes and the wide bars
seemed filed with hands extended to receive
their daily dole. Fancy the naughty Senhora
amid such surroundings The trial was
long and exhaustive. Every effort was
made through her powerful family eonnec-
lions to eyade the dreadful stigma of guilt.
But all in vain. Every step in the transac-
ton was horribly clear and at last the day
arrived when the accused was brought into
SQUIRT to receive her sentence. 1t was a
striking tableau--one not readily to be for
gotten. The grave aud stately old dons
were assembled. Friends were there upon
either side, anxious, shame stricken, but
outwardly calm and unmoved as marble.
The beautiful culprls was arrayed in most
faultless toilet of pale roso silk and but for
her exceeding palor apparently as little af-
fected as they.
The laws of Portugal, of which the Azores
are dominons punish murder, as well as
some lesser crimes by Punishment, perpetual
or for Germ of years, TO penal colony
situated upon the western coast of Africa
The portion of this colony to which the
worst offenders are sent ia 80 unhealthy that
a residence of ono or two years commonly
proves fatal. The choice was given the
murderess of lfe-term at the Michaelest
Prison or thirty years upon the African
coast. She chose the latter. But while
awaiting the arrival of the great black hulk
that touches at the islands semi-annually to
gather its cargo of criminals she gained
access TO the ear of her jailer, and through
the influence of gold or beauty, or both,
bribed him to aid her in her escape.
American whalers touch at the Azores in
considerable numbers during tho autumn
months, for tho purpose of deposling the
oil they have secured and for purchasing
supplies As q class they are brave ant
generous men, and 1t is easy to believe TIM
this case, Ms represented by tho woman her
self, was one which would appeal strongly
to the chivalric nature of an American whal
ing captain. There are not few Azorean,
resident in Boston, and, as her history ha:
doubtless preceded her, it is very probable
that, after all, that city may not prove to be
al, ...l
Portuguese are wonderfully jealous people
Ard the islands are full of stories of dreadful
tragedies. The day before our party sailed
sor home we engaged an old boatman, tried
and trusty, to transport us from the quay &c
the steamer which lay outside the Break
water. He was perfect specimen of SPLEEN
did manhood. and in his loose Azorean COS
lame his movements pleased us with their
natural grace and agility. The day for our
embarkation arrived and to our great regret
no Antonio appeared. We sent to hs house
and learned that the night before no Ind
been followed by an ancient enemy and
treacherously stabbed under the shoulder
blade. with long, slender-bladed knife,
favorite weapon in That lind. Poor An.
tonic, and it seemed that this was what for
long years he had dreaded and watched
against. lie deserved better fate, for
more skillful or drawer boatman in an angry
surf or a more cautious and successful
smuggler was never known. Philadelphia
Times.