Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-06-24

surdittes OF rank or Glass. shall 60 to
me dazce. You will please excuse my
leaving you, SO | have to dress" Saying
this, he strobe on ahead Of me-, and did
not meet him sgsi1.
Little wonder is it that the day had
seemed long and the night wesrisome,
the weight upon my spirits l could not
shake off Al last. weary of my own
thoughts l entered the cell bedroom to
court sleep. Long after midnight l heard
the ponderous gates swing open and
the voices OF the returning jewellers.
Charlie did not come IS usual to tell me
of the fun, and felt shade Of dissppoint-
ment. Would the old relationship never
be resumed? l could almost curse the
girl for ever coming between US.
The night wore awsy in fiul slumber,
bringing little reireshment, and rising
just as day was breaking, 1 began TO
dress. Suddenly 1 heard call, most
unusual thing, IS these people seldom
lift their voices. "Senor, Senior Santi-
ago The tone wss so agitsted that l
FASTENED to go without responding
"Senor Don Carlos es muerto; veDg1
scs," Doa Carlos is killed; come here
| followed the voices; already others
were going in the direction of the cry.
What pitiful sight met my sg0n.zed
gszs. There, stretched by the Wsyside,
Iay the desr boy, MS white face just
touched By the first beEm OF morning,
the night deWs in MS bAir, but, on, SO
still. Would he never speak to me xgain?
The blow thst Frustrated him had
been swift and sure; so we'll d.
rec.ed that the life blood had poured
out in q red torrent and the heart was for
ever stilled." As soon SIS l could collect
myself. l examined the sept for some
trace Of the murdeyers or sign Of struggle
There was none, nor did alter investigs-
ton develop anything.
motioned to the frightened Mexicsns
who stood silently by, to take up the
body and bear it to my room. Tenderly
they lifted it, and bore it along the street.
In our own country there would have
been noise and much talking, but these
people suppress emotion, and although
hot blooded, outwsrdlY maintain the
stolidity of an Indian.
l WAS ignorant of legal forms, and
whatever they were, 1 had but one
thought, that WAS to bring my dead to
my own room. AS the sad procession
wendell its way across the plaza, my
thoughts were of those who loved him in
5 far off land. How could 1 write the
cruel tidings; too, had loved the lsd,
and now ne WAS desd. We had parted in
anger, and the lad was dead. W.s it
better SO, than to live and carry out his
purpose?
Just then the call rang out on the still
air for morning prayer, and scarce hsd
the echo died away when s wild shrek
startled me. "Alma mia Alma Mia (mY
soul! my souD." Looking up, 1 saw
the bearers had stopped and Andres, IN.
mindful of the strict prophecies that
bound herFsex, had cast aside her rebosa
and with both hands pressed upon the
cold damp cheeks YVES u.tering this pecu
lisr CRY, 8 cry never to be forgotten. Il
y9as IS if she would call back her own
life, as if in thst still form was encased
her very being, Neither the expostulstions
ot her attendant nor the surprise mani
tested attracted her attention, still the
same sad wall, "Alma mia! Alma mi. :"
Seeing the delay, 1 ventured to touch her:
"Andrea!" she arted, "Senor" 1
stopped and picked up her scarf. From
habit she took it and wrapped her face,
then entered the church and l saw her no
more. !
The next few days were SO taken up
tons and burial that I had little
time to indulge my grief or
to think of snother's. No development
followed, the cause of the foul murder
and any knowledge Of the hand that