St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-05-31
IN The OUTLAWS POWER.
a Romance of the Mountain Wilds OF
New MsXiGo.
A PRETTY OPERA SINGER.
The wild Career and Sad Death OF a
Young Woman 0nce Well Known
10 Operators.

Albuquerque Letter in the New YORK Worlu
In this section of New Mexico there
is no end of strange Iomances OF the
mountains, and many of the travelling
merchants have more than once had q
brush with the outlaw brigands who in
fest the bridlcpaths. The following de-
tails of an adventure and romance
were given the World correspondent by
an old and trustworthy citizen OF Al
DuQuerQue:
1t was during the long cold spell of
the winter, three years ago, when the
SHOWS fell and lay fol months i'll the
mountain gorgeS that business took me
over the Comanche Pass from the
Chilli country, east of the ManZanO
range, to the plains west of the Rio
Grande. 1t had ceased showing when l
left the placita of CuervO, in the gray of
the young day. and the peaks of Muscas
lay dim and cloud yelled in the distance.
Over the Pedernals to the East, the
faint glow of Sullen sun crowned their
white SUBMITS with a fleece of clouds
that augured i'll for this journey. Be
yond the village of Chilli the way led
directly to the mountains over the old
trail that had for years been the fight
ing ground of the Navajos and Next
cans. The snow lay one great white,
clustering mass as far as eye could see
TO the eastward.
Westward the foothills, heavily
wooded, were piled high with the wind
drifted heaps that treacherOus!y filled
up the canadas and obliterated the trail.
Ny pony was the best of the sturdy
Mexican race and bore me bravely over
the bridle-path familiar to him, but to
tally strange to me. At nightfafl L
found myself on the summit OF the
peak, with the river still miles away.
Between HE and the town of Valencia
there was not herd or herder'S camp
that knew of, and | had decided to
make hunters halt and trust to luck
for fair weather in the morning. Find
ing a sheltered place | picketed my
beast and made q fire, where | soon had
bacon irving and the Savory smell OF
coffee filling the crisp air.
Before my supper was over the clouds
that swathed the peaks resolved into
soft, feathery, falling flakes. The posi-
ton was not a comfortable one, for men
had gone up On the Musca peaks that
winter and had never come back again,
and | was not frontiersman enough to
feel perfect security in the sagacity of
my bronco. who, munching his ration
of corn. cOntendedly watchedthe storm.
Wrapping my blanket about me l lay
down, deciding to return to Chilli i'll
the morning and take the more circuit
Dus route over the plains to Alburquer-
que.
] fell asleep. and was awakened by a
hand roughly shaking HE and pleas
ant voice saying in Mexican: amigo,
amigo. este es muerte" (''Friend,
friend, this is deathH'}
certainly was stupid and numb. and
scarcely realized when was put OH my
horse nor where was taken. had an
idea that there were several armed,
swarthy fellows about me, and that
something hot had been poured down
my throat and something moist and dis
agreeable rubbed over my face and
hands. | was freezing, and had not
found the process in the least degree
painful one. / was vaguely conscious.
too. of seeing freight, low, black
walls and hearing Wnman'S voice, and
then | knew no more till broad day.
With q return of consciousness heard
again the low, musical woman's voice
that had pierced my dull senses in the
night, and, opening my eyes, l saw a
group OF natives squatting and lOunging
about room that quickly made up
my mind was a sort of ''chOssa," or hut
built against the rough side of a canon
cut OF palos (poles) and brush. Door
there was none, nor any opening for
ventilation. The hut was absolutely
bare of anything excepting some rugs
of shcepsilin and few gay blankets
that were evidently the personal prop
erty of the five evil-loOking fellows that
were intently watching the movements
of sixth.
This latter was a tall. magnificently
prOportioned, manly young Mexican.
with something of the air of leader
and the outlaw about him, and he was
busily engaged examining the contents
Of my saddle-bags, and before him, on
the earthen floor. lay my watch. money
belt and pistols, and against the wall at
his side my Winchester stood, far out of
my reach, and where his long. Sinewy
arm could easily reach it. l saw no
woman, and concluded it was fgment
of delirium that mad twisted itself into
my droWSy, half-froZen brain. / was
most undeniably uncomfortable, and
not in any state of nerve to be able to
decide upon wise course Of action.
At this moment the black wall be-
hind the investigator seemed to move,
and / saw what in the freight [ had
thought was solid earth was heavy.
Undiscovered and narrow door, which,
when closed, it was almost impossible
to detect. Again this soft voice was
distinct and the words unmistakable:
"Marino, why do you not cOme?'
The words were Spanish, with for
eign accent. that showed that the
speaker was not of the people of this
country. In an instant knew where l
was and the man into whose hands I
nod fallon II xI-oc Moripn ovko TIM
boldest freebooter of New Mexico, upon
whose head a price was set, and of
whose bloodthirSty, cruel nature l had
not only heard but had seen sorroWful
evidence in the assassination of an
American, whom we had the year be-
fore searched for for days and at last
found lying on the plain, half-eaten by
coyotes, and Marine Leyba's mark of
vengeance in the missing right arm.
And the woman was not altogether
unknown to me. She was the mystery
Of the mountains, known only as one
who had come from Old Mexico with
Marine Oh one Of his predatory excur-
sions over the border. The people in
French and beautiful; tnat the bandit
had waylald party of American tray
elers, robbed them, and carried off the
EenOrita.
Gathering up my valuables, and
swinging my trusty Winchester over
his shoulder, the handsome barbarian
lazily walked through the hole in the
wall towards the voice. There was a
murmur that rose and fell now and
then as though warm discussion were
going on. | was afraid to move, afraid
TO more than half-open my eyes to see
what the five were doing. Simply moth
ing, with that exquisite grace of entire
freedom from any other business in
lite. They smoked and breathed. and
turn, when on the Instant five knives