New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-11-12

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arm, as he turned away. Z: Forgive
me, it was but O joke l intended.
You are SO good and strong I did
moi think.
Forgive you, little woman? You
could not offend me; / would give
my life to make you happy" Then,
as she looked at him in surprise at
the earnestintensity Of his speech. he
added. Have you not saved my
life? And 50 you see it belongs to
you. And you love Manuel very
much?"
why, yes! Are we not to be mar
ried?'
''Then I am glad that you will be
happy
And you will stay and see Man
ual?'
eyes, I will stay. Now l want to
be left alone" he added abruptly, and
she turne d into the house murmur-
ing to herself, He is so strange I
cannot understand. He is different,
that's what it is; he is different"
And with this somewhat obscure OBJ
servation she was content.
But with the visitor it was far
otherwise. AS she disappeared from
his view he strobe out in the moon
light and paced up and down with
quick, nervous stride. The bright
moon cast a food OF silver light over
the scene, but somehow the beauty
seemed to have departed from it for
ever, gentle breeze famed his brow,
but he was too agitated to feel it's
SO othing effect.
Il might have known it, he NUT
tered. "What am I, that I should
hope to win such a prize? Awanderer,
all outcast from my fellowmen, with
out home that might offer her.
Fool, fool, that I was to have stayed
here, when I might have known that
she would have some lover among
her own people. But what right has
he to interfere? Stay to see him.
Yes, [ shall stay and [ shall kill
him."
Thespark of disappointed love had
fired all his passionate nature, and
the angry flames were darling forth,
consuming all sense OF right and
justice. He strobe rapidly up and
down, as if he would seek relief from
his torture in bodily exhaustion.
Suddenly he stopped short.
'Bah!'' he exclaimed. "a fine thing
this for a man like me to give up
this way. To think that a gentle,
timid creature like that should make
me- mad with pain! I have but to
say it is over, and I shall suffer no
more" -..s ..@,...
But his will was weaker than his
philosophy, and as he turned toward
the house something very like a sob
escaped him. He retired, weak and
trembling, after his struggle with
himself, but it was not to sleep. He
was more calm, for his capacity for
suffering had exhausted itself, and
there was nothing but dull feeling
Of despair.
He tossed about in a troubled,
feverish sleep until daylight, and then
rose and STROBE out into the open
air. The atmosphere of the house
seemed to stife him; his old restless
longing for an active life was upon
him again, and he must be moving
IF I had not promised her to see
this man." he murmured, II would
go now and be among the m ountains
once more. Nature is the only thing
that's true, after all. Yet, why
should | wait to see him? She would
be disappointed and unhappy, but am
| not unhappy? shall CO."
Nevertheless, in spite OF his deter
mination, he fingered on through
the day and into the afternoon.
The day was hotter than any he
had ever experienced, but he did not
mind the weather. The atmosphere
became more smoky, until the sun
shone through it with a lurid glare.
Even the Spaniardss felt Frustrated
by the unusual heat, and Josefa
glanced anxionsly toward the mouth
Of the canon through which the trail
wound by which Manuel was to re-
turn. He had gone across the
mountains with a herd Of cattle, his
only companion being Mexican
vaquero, and he had been expected
home that morning; but still he did
not come
Suddenly a low, distant rumbling
was heard, anda sound as Of a strong
wind blowing through the trees.
The rumbling increased in volume,
and the earth began to sway with a
sharp, quick motion. that seemed to
increase in force with each move
ment.
GEL tembior!'' exclaimed Josefa,
springing forward with blanched
cheeks. 'And Manuelis in the canon
He will be killed, he will be killed!'
The few horses that were near the
house were running wildly to and fro,
and the cattle were believing, add
ing to the confusion of the moment.
Josefa rushed forward, and securing
her favorite horse was on his back
and speeding toward the canon in
moment, despite his nervous and
excited condition. The trapper rose
and followed her as fast as he could,
and aa tho trail in tho canon was