Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-12
THE MURDER OF HAsUEEs.
An Account by a Mexican Editor
The Feeling Along the Border.

The Feeling Along the Border
From the 81. Laatis GLobs- Democrat
SAN ANTONIO, TEN. Aug. &c. y.
Garsea, city editor of FL Concrete hexl-
cano, of Eagle Pass, is in the city. MI
Garsea speaks little English and the re-
porter less Spanish, but they were on the
best Ofterms, and whenever there was
hitch the word in question was passed
over, to be submitted to future arbltra-
ton. The Mexican OF the upper class Is
generally intelligent and always agree
able. Mr.. Garsea knew all about the eX-
listing unplCasantness, and was Wiling 10
tell what he knew. He Is a picturesque
and rapid talker. When the Grngo
lingo went back on him he chucked In
lew mellow and sonOrous Castillan
Yowels and sailed seTenely ahead. lie
said
Francisco Rasures, heretofore called
ArTeusis, was Mexican by birth. tie
had not the dark skin Of the lower orders,
but there was q fairer tinge to his SKIN
tcat showed traces OF better blood. lie
was go0d-iOOking fellow, straight and
trim, and about twenty-siX years OF age
Every body liked him. He was quiet.
courteous, 0b!igiug and was never drunk
! in his life. The women Of his nation
| Liked him, too, but he never married. II is
said since his death that there were rea-
sons. 1t is probable; do not know, but
he was reserved and Kept to himself, and
people will talk.
RAsURES' CITIZENSHIP.
He had been in Eagle Pass steadily for
two years. lie had become an American
citizen and had often voted there, but,
| Val1a me Dos, that doesn't prove aGy-
timing. A vote on the RIO Grande is like
| 'kr,,. Ill In Irie an
! know where it is going to light next You
know now Eagle Pass and Piedras
! Ne4ras are situated, quiet little towns
that he nearly side by sside, only the dun
! ribbon ~ the Brave river dividing them.
There IL much passing to and fro. Az
! night you might hear the soft splash OF
the oar and the tinkle Of guitars on the
water, the music passing from bank to
! bank The death of Rasures is but an
other chapter OF border love and jealousy
and crime. There was woman IN
| Piedras Negras the young man loved, and
! she was loved by MOndrngOn. sac is said
| to be handsome. | do not know her, but
| she had need tn be. She was loved well
! enough to cause death. Mrs. Rasures
| lives acToss the river from us. she is a
| quiet, notherly old lady, and was devoted
to her son. lie saw her frequently, and a
| large portion or his earnings went to her.
is? He is about forty years OF age, mar,
ried, bitter, passionate man. The Office
he holds has not an equivalent in t1is
country. His official title Is Jaez de
COrdado. He is a Kind of ranger chiei, a
general police supervisor, a migratory
executioner. lie travels from town to
town, from hacienda to hacienda, and
where there are any criminals con-
| fined who need execution MondragOn
| -, 4 . ON oil 4 ya
that such a man sets small value on
human life. Among the government
employees at Pedras Negras he il liked
through fear. Among the better self
respecting class he is remarkably I'M
popular.
DARED TO CROSS MONDRAGoN IN LOVE.
1t is known to the people that the man
who crosses MondTagon's path in love or
| gain takes his life i'll his hand. Rasures
dared and paid the penalty.
| With the knowledge OF this Mexican
ranger-bravo and political master, papers
were formulated, charging that about one
year ago Francisco Rasures, resident OF
| Eagle Pass, Tex, United States OF
America, and claiming TO be a citizen of
that country, did steal from party near
Yaragosa, q small town in the interior,
eight mares. With this instrument
revenge was certain Of accomplishment.
Quietly, at . 80 in the evening, Ra-ures
was surrendered to the Mexican officials
and taken across the river. He was
placed in Jail. You know what a hell
the Mexican jail is; no need for me to en-
large on that. His people were In the
town, but what could they do for him
The American consul was there, but an
! American consul in Mexico is like a bum
on a log. neither an ornament nor neces-
sity. He lay there until II in the night
and his hour had come. There was a
rafting o! the chains aud but little light
from the lamps. Mondragou led the
party. de called on the doomed man to
rise.
"Where." SAID Rasures, as he looked his
captor in the face, "where are you taking
me tO?"
$40 Zaragosa; your case will be tried
| there"
"Why in the night, with all the Next.
cans alteration for Manana; would not
the morrow do as well%
thine presses. Guards, tie his hands,"
SHOT THROUGH THE BACK.
The Victims hands were strapped be-
hind his back. He was thrown on his
horse like child of ten years old. The
night was dark. The little town was
/ asleep. Two In front, two behind him
the nOofs OF the horses making no noise on
the sandy soil. The hOrsemen crossed
the plaza that lay white in the silence and
left the city. But few saw them, and
even they made no sign. Ii they recog-
nized the dread Judge of the COrd, 'who
led the party, they know what the going
meant. Rasures spoke not word. Tn Y
passed by the house Of the woman he
loved. He did not call to her. With
head bowed on his breast, and his numb
hands p0werless, he rode with his captor.
Courage could have awaited him nothing,
and his nations splendid stOicism came
TO his aid. With their steady plod, a mile
from the town was passed. The two in
front parted, and he rode between and
passed them. Then, from behind, two
shots rang out together and clear. With
their snap on the night. Rasuros sUrged
forward dead man, two bullets in the
back, through ana through to the breast
bOne-slain like sheep In the SHAMELESS
lie lay on mis- face IN the sand, aud the
shining particles clung to his dark skin
and darker hair. They scooped hole in
the soft soil 50 shallow and covered him
up. | am a Mexican citizen, my friend.
and say to you, what Is life In Mexico
Nothing. II was an Americans life
you say. What Of that? It was only a
life.
THE PRErEXr.
"Did not Mondragon offer an excuse,
give some cause however slightW
Reasons in Mexico are as plentiful as
blackherres, ami they give them on com