The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1889-11-29

The Senorita isabella ,blushed pref
Itily; but the next minute she turned
pale, as she said: &
sWe must leave this place at once,
for that wretch, my cousin Carlos, said
his accomplices would be here within
an hour. They would shoot you as
soon as they woulda couple Of wolves.
while IL had rather die a thousand
deaths than to fall into their hands"
W. descended to the first floor, when
we were startled by the the tramping
Of horses and the shoutsof men outside.
aThe wretches have arrived!" I ex-
claimed, as I clutched my pistols, de-
termined to sell my life as dearly as
possible.
sNo," cried the senorita, joyfully; sit
is my father and some of his poems,
come to look for me"
1t was, indeed, Senior Gutierrez and
a dozen of his poems. They had found
the body of Carlos Gutierrez at the
foot Of the tower; and when. a few min
utes later, the old haciendero held the
Senorita isabella his only child-in
his arms, his joy knew no bounds.
Much to our Joy, I and Marco found
that our horses had, to all appear
ances, recovered from their sickness
and, mounting them, we at once
set out with Senior Gutierrez and his
party for the hacienda, leaving the
body Of Carlos Gutierrez at the dis
posal of his comrades. The Senorita
rode the young outlaws horse, which
was found hitched to a sapling near the
door Of the old tower; for. as Senor
Gutierrez grimly remarked, he would
not need it again.
Glow came you with that wretch,
Senorita Ysabellay' asked Marco, who
war riding at the Senorita's side.
II was sitting alone on the piazza, "
she replied, "when he rode up, and,
dismounting from his horse, came and
seated himself ct my side. He asked
me to be his wife, and when I refused
him, he threw a thick blanket over my
head, to prevent me from screaming,
and the next Instant felt myself placed
upon the horses back and borne rapidly
away. After riding for about two hours
he halted and lifted me from the horse
and, rs soon as he placed me upon the
ground, I tore the blanket from my
head and found myself in the old
tower"
Il never liked my nephew Carlos, "
said Senior Gutierrez; "but T never
knew until tonight, that he was q
thief"
The ~haciendero was a venerable.
looking old man Of Spanish descent
tall, muscular, and with hair and beard
almost as white as snow. He was PFC,
fuse in his thanks to Marco and to me
for the, as he expressed it, great service
WI had rendered him in saving hi
daughter.
1t was past midnight when We
reached his hacienda; and, as I crossed
the threshold, he babe me welcome
with true Spanish-American hospitality
assuring me that his servants, hi:
house, and all his house contained, were
mine.
It seems that Narcotic sly dog!-
who was betrothed to the Senoritf
isabella, had decoyed me to her faith
er's hacienda, that I might see his pretty
sweetheart. He lad taken F;
great liking to me, and dur
ing the fortnight that We
had spent in exploring the mountain!
and valleys of the inland, and the ruins
of the old city Of Panama, which wa.
destroyed by Morgan the notorious
pirate, in 1869, VT had enjoyed each
others company amazingly. 1t was t.
please him that 1 stayed on the isthmus
q week longer than I had intended to
that I might be present at his and tn
Senorita Ysabella's wedding.
The day after the wedding, Marco
accompanied me to the city of Panam'
to see me off.
Good by, Marco" I said, as we stoo,
on the wharf. II should not have en-
joyed my stay on the isthmus, half 81
much as I did, had it not been TO
YOU"
"Adios, mi AMIGO" returned Marco
with moist eyes and a tremulous voice.
If you ever cometo Panama again, don
forget Marco Segundo."
Ten minutes later I was on board tn
propeller Montezuma, en- route for Sal
Jose de Guatemala, and not without
feeling of regret that the bright youn'
Spanish-American had gone out Of m.
life-perhaps forever.