Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-03-31

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member you, senior; danced with you
at the fandango at Valparaiso last
week."
They entered the house and were met
by Senior Mendez, the uncle Of Isola.
He heard her story and thanked the
young American warmly for the part he
had performed. But Ned stopped him.
ut annoys me to be thanked for SO
slight q service" said Ned. "Please do
not say any thing more about It,"
II will try and thank you in some
other way, senor," said the ranchman,
warmly. "Now, you must make stay
with me, if your business will allow it,
and will try and make it pleasant for
YOU"
II will have a week OF liberty on
Shore" said Ned, land then I must be
of. accept your invitation with pleas
ure, senor."
Three or four days passed pleasantly,
the ranohero doing his best to invent
new pleasures for the young American.
Isola was pleasant companion. and
Ned was very sorry when the time drew
near for him to leave. The last day of
his stay the two rode out among the
foothills, and it was plain to see that
they were deeply in love. As they
halted for a moment in breezy canyon
a dozen horsemen suddenly surrounded
them. Ned made a desperate fight and
shot one of his assailants and mortally
wounded another before he was over
powered. In the leader Of these mount
ain bandits he recognized Manuel
| Godena.
II told you that would not rest I'M
til had revenge, accursed Americana"
he Kissed. snow, Isola."
But the girl, giving her horse the
rein. broke suddenly through the
ranks OF the men who surrounded her,
FOR they had not taken the trouble to
secure her, and set off at a mad gallop,
closely pursued by four or five of the
banditti. But there was not man in
Chilli who could ride with Isola Mendez.
and as they passed out of sight all could
see that she was gaining rapidly, and
was likely to escape. A cry of rage
burst from the lips of Godena.
| "Now, ten thousand curses on the
girlv' he cried. 81 meant that she
should witness my punishment of her
Yankee lover, but at least we have him
secure. Place him against the rock
there, with his hands and feet bound.
Make him fast so that he can not fall
down."
Tho men obeyed and Godena dis
mounted, with pistol in hand. Ned,
held in his place by his bonds, looked
him boldly in the face. Advancing q
pace the misoreant aimed at him,
changing his aim from time to time to
distress the prisoner. But Ned did not
give the slightest sign of fear. At last
the pistol exploded and the ball tore
through the fleshy part of his shoulder.
"Onev' said Godena, producing an
other pistol. 81 am going to hit you
on the other side"
Again he fred, and the other Shout
der was torn by the ball.
"You black-hearted houndr' cried
Ned, ''if you think to wiring single
cry from me you are mistaken. Go on.
savage, complete your bloody work."
Godena, with the grin of q fiend, took
two other pistols from the hands Of one
of the men. Again he fired, intending
to pierce the arm of the young sailor,
but this time he missed.
"Poor practice" said Ned. "Try
again, my dear fellow"
The fourth pistol cracked, and Ned
gave start and shiver, for his left arm
had been pierced. Godena was very
angry, for in spite of the torture he had
not been able to wiring groan from the
gallant young man. Reloading his pis-
tol carefully he stepped CLOSE to his
prisoner, and again touched him with
the muzxle of the cooked pistol over the
heart, upon the forehead and every vi
tai part, but he did not finch.
"Why don't you end it, you cowardly
dog?" cried Ned.
81 will end it," replied Godena. step
ping back single step. ''Thus Manuel
Godena avenges himself"
He raised the pistol in his right hand
to level with the heart of the prisoner,
and was about to pull the trigger when
above them and Manuel Godena, shot
through the heart, fell upon his face,
dead. At the same time q score of stock
mon and rancheros hased down the can
yon, and the bandits turned in figh', pur-
sued by the herd riders led by Senior
Mendez. Then Ned tainted from loss of
blood, and when he came back to life his
bonds had been removed and he lay upon
the green sod, his head pillowed upon
the knee of lsola Mendez.
"Do not move," she said, softly. "Yo
te amer Il love you.)
Ned Wilton recovered from his
wounds, but not soon enough to sail in