Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1884-08-13

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stood close beside her father. She had
been frightened at first, but her ire was
reused by the manner in which the
guerrilla chief had replied to her faith
OF, and she stood up as proudly and de-
family as the don himself.
Lieut.. Ives had tied q handkerchief
tightly around his arm after he had
been wounded. The wound was now
causing him intense pain, and he was
beginning to feel faint from loss of
blood.
II fear neither tigers nor banditti,"
said Don Francisco, hotly, in reply to
Ell Tigere's last remark. II insist that
these mon shall BIZ treated as prisoners
of war;"
"There's just one ransom that will
purchase them, Senior Don" replied the
chief, "and that is the hand of your
daughter Dolores" 80
"Never!" exclaimed Don Francisco.
II would rather see her married to that
young invader, much as 1 hate the
whole race of the Americanos, than to
you" 49,
Lieut.. Ives, who was becoming more
and more impressed with the Donna
Dolores, through to himeelf that the
don's alternative would not be such a
bad idea after all.
e"Well, we haverno time to parley
now," said Ell Tigere. The Ameri-
canos will be down upon us before we
know it. T will take my prisoners with
me to place of safety, and in the
morning they shall die"
At that moment the report of a musket
was heard outside the house, and Ell
Tigere and his followers rushed to the
doors and windows in alarm. A party
of American soldiers was coming up to
the house on the double-quick, and the
shot had been fred by one of the Mex
lean pickets to give warning of their
approach. The Mexicaus ran to their
horses, which were tethered near the
house, but before they could mount the
Americans were upon them, aud fierce
hand-to-hand struggle ensued. The
prisoners, being left unguarded, ran
out of tho house, and the thongs which
bonnd their hands being cut Dy some
who had come to their rescue, they
too Joined in the fray.
The moon had now risen and looked
down through the palm trees and
giant ferns on the scene of tumult be-
low. The don and his daughter stood
in the doorway looking helplessly on.
To them it mattered little which side
won, for on party was that of the in
vaders whom they hated, and the
other that of the banditti whom they
feared. Donna Dolores, however, Sc
cretly hoped that, whichever way the
conflict was decided, the handsome
young lieutenant (who had siezed a
sword in his left hand and was fighting
as best he could) would come out of
the affray in safety. In less time than
it takes to tell all this the Mexicans had
either been killed or put to fight, and
Don Francisco found himself face to
face with Capt. Kirkland, who had
commanded the rescuing party. The
captain was for taking the don prisoner,
charging him with having been In
league with the guerrillas and having
brought about the capture of Lieut..
Ives and his men. The lieutenant,
however, warmly interceded for the
don, and told how he had stood be-
tween Ell Tigere and his prisoners a
short time before. On hearing this
the captain bowed low to the don and
thanked him in courteous phrases for
what he had done, speaking all the
time in English, however, of which
Don Francisco understood not word.
Dolores, who had been educated in
England and spoke English perfectly
translated the purport of the captains
words to her father, and then, turning q
grateful look upon Lieut.. Ives, gave
her hand to him. The young man
bowed low and pressed it to his lips.
The hand was quickly withdrawn and
the don frowned, but The Donna Dol
ores smiled and blushed. Thus they
parted.
Days and weeks. passed. At length
Vera Cruz fell. ard Gen. Scott began
his grand march for the capital. Tie
battles which marked his passage of the
Cordilleras are matters of history.
Finally the day came when, over those
causeways which furnished a passage
for the glittering cavaliers of Cortez,
Quitman and Worth stormed the gates
of the City of Mexico. Lieut.. Ives won
much of glory in all the battles which
led up to the final victory, and in that
last engagement received a serious
wound which placed him in the hos
pital. The hospital in which he lay
was within the city, and every day the
good Sisters of Charity, who bestowed
their cares alike on friend and foe, came
about, comforting the sick and giving
words of peace to the dying. One day
there came to the hospital with one of
the Sisters novice, whose white veil
showed that she had not yet taken those
solemn VOWS which separated her from
the world. The Sister came and stood
by the bedside of the wounded ieuten-
ant, and with her the novice.
The young man raised his eyes and
recognized in the novice Dolores
Monteverte. The recognition was
mutual, and Dolores visited the bed
side of the itutenant every day after
that; he would. have no one else minister
to him. And why should she not? Had
she not resolved to be a sister of
charity and spend her life in attending
the sick? Her father had joined the
army, been killed in battle, and she was
an orphan now. The result was that
when, after month, Lieut.. Ives was
we'll enough to return to the United
States, Dolores, reconsidered her de-
termination to enter q convent, went
with him as his bride, and Edward ives
was no longer "the bachelor" of his
regiment.
Deceived by q Mocking Bird. .,
from the New York SUM-
In second story window of dwell
ing in Fifth Avenue, Brooklyn, around
the corner from the Fatbush Avenue
depot of the Long Island railroad, and
overlooking the watering place for the
horses on ex-Deacon Richardson's
Seventh and Fifth Avenue car lines,
hangs q talented hooking bird in cage.
It pipes all day and keeps it up till late
at night. Regular passengers on the
horse-cars have learned to look for the
birds notes. It whistles like master
for his dog, chirps like robin predict
ing rain, clucks like q hen with her