Arizona weekly enterprise., 1889-06-15

It was late in the afternoon of day clouds was sweeping over the sky and hiding from view at times the higher peaks of La Sierra Benado. The wind came sweeping across the plain and was tering away the last vestige vel low winter leaves that still clung to the sycamore trees around the ranch at the mouth of the canyon.
 The place looked forlorn and deso- late, and was lacking in that prim neatness that had characterized it of yore. The mills and smelters at the mines up on the mountain were gloomy and silent too, for the mines had shut down for some reason and hustle and life had all departed.
 There seemed to be no one around the ranch except old Pedro. He was gazing in the waning light at a horse man who was approaching on the road that came up the slope from the valley. He gazed intently for some time, and then suddenly clapped his hands together and exclaimed "Bal- game Dios! Itis Francisco. will hide Let Juana tell him." and old Pedro moved stealthily toward the thick brush that grew further up the can yon.
 The horseman rode slowly up to the house, looking around searchingly and seeming to be conscious of the un- wonted quiet and dreariness.
 Strange" he muttered, "that every thing looks so dreary and lonesome and slovenly" he concluded. He shook the house door, and soon appeared the hard features of Juana.
 "Ah" she gasped "Francisco! ?!
 "Where is Carma?" he asked. She did not answer.
 "Why do you look so strangely tia Juana? Where is my father and Carmaw
 She issued from the doorway, brush ed past him, turned. and with beck oning motion simply said "Come."
 The woman, wrapping her mantilla closely around her in the biting wind led the way down to the bed of the canyon, and picked her way across the little stream that at this season of the year dribbled through it, on into a little sheltered cove on the other side and pointing to three white crosses that reflected the red glare of the clouds in the west, she said.
 "They are there."
 "I do not understand, Said Francis co, paling nevertheless.
 "Listen, then" began Juana, and then with eloquent tongue and dram atic gesture, she told Francisco of the ruin and desertion of his sister, and oi her death at the birth of her babe; oi how her father had fingered inconsol- able at her grave ever in the storms oI winter until his wasted frame had succumbed to illness, and he too had followed the sweet unfortunate Carma And l am ready to die too, Francisco now, that have told you all-you who must be the avenger." "Leave me, tia Juana" he said huskily, "I would be here alone with God and the dead" And as she glideC away in the deepening gloom, he plunged himself down on the damp earth, near the three white crosses. , *
 In Arizona there is a tributary O the Gila called San Pedro, and tht } corded slopes that come down iron } the rocky adjacent hills, are grazed by | great herds of cattle It was the time of the Fall rodeo. Issuing from |; | yawning cleft in the limestone hills i creek named Arivaipa, and at th' point of it's confluence with the Sal } Pedro and filling the angle betweel 3 the two, is a strip of level mesa, cover ed with the crumbling ruins of lon,