The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-08-16

During the conversation between
Don Francisco Monteverte and Ell
I1gere, the don's daughter, Dolores, had
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
er, aAd she stood up as proudly and de
family as the don himself.
Lieut.. Ives had tied a 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.
Il fear neither tigers nor banditti,"
said Don Francisco, hotly, in reply to
Ell Tigere's last remark Il insist that
these men shall be 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"
Never exclaimed Don Francisco.
- would rather see her married to that
young invader, much as l hate the
whole race of the Americanos, than to
you"
Lieut.. ives, who was becoming more
ana more impressed with the Donna
Dolores, through to himself that the
don's alternative would not be such
bad idea after all.
We'll, we have no time to parley
now" said Ell Tigere. :" The Ameri-
canos will be down upon us before we
know 1t. L will take my prisoners with
me to place of safety, and in the
morning they shall die"
At that moment the report of musket
was heard outside the house, and Ell
Tigere aud 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 fired by one of the Mex
lean plckets to give warning OF their
approach. The Mexicans ran to their
horses, which We're tethered near the
house, bat before they could mount the
Americans were upon them, and a fierce
handto-hand struggle ensued. The
prisoners, being LETT unguarded, ran
out of the house, and the thongs which
bonnd their hands being cut oy 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.
70 them it m3ttered 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 sliced 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
1t takes to tell all this the MeXicans had
either been killed or put to flight, 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 III
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
-,
Dolores, who had been educated in
England and spoke English perfectly
translated the purport of the captains
words to her father, and then, turning
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. The
battles which marked his passage Of the
Cordilleras are matters Of history.
Finally the day came when, over those
causeways which furnished a passage
"a,
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 a 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 heuten-
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 il utenaut 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
well enough TO return to the United
States, Dolores, reconsidered her de
termination to enter a convent, went
with him as his bride, and Edward Ives
was no longer the bachelor" of his
regiment.
Rights in the Road.