The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1892-04-20

new pleasures for the yonng American.
Isola was a pleasant companion, and Ned
was very sorroy when the time drew near
for him 70 leave.
The last day Of his stay the two rode
out among the 70 thiIls and it Eas plain
to see that they were deeply in love. A:
they halted for moment in breezy
canyon dozen horsemen suddenly sur
rounded them Ned made 4 gallant
fight and shot ore ofhis assailznts and
moTtaIly wounded smother before he vas
overpowered. In the leader Of these
mountain bandits he recognized Manuel
Gcdena.
Il told you that would rot rest until
Ihad revenge, secursed Americana he
hissed. @NoE, Isolaa-
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 OF at a mad gallop, closely pursued
by four OF ive-of the bandits But there
was not man in Chill who could Eide
with Isola Meudez, and as they passed
out Of sight all could see that she was
gaining rapidly and was likely 10 escape
A CRY ofrage burst from the lips Of Code
m.
@Now, ten thousand curses on the
girl :" he cried. 4 meant that she
should witness ny punishment Of her
Yankee lover; bat at least We have him
secure. Place him against the rock there
With his hands and feet bound. Make
him fast, 50 that he cannot fat down.
The men obeyed and GOdena disn0unt-
ed with pistol in hand. Ned, held in
his place by his bonds, looked him bold
Iy in the face.
Advancing pace the miscreant aimed
at hin, changing bis aim from time 10
time TO dist ess the prisoner. But Ned
did not give the slightest sign Of fear. st
last the pistol exploded and the ball tore
through the fleshy part Of his shoulder.
~One~ said Godena, producing anoth-
er pistol. Il am going to hit you On the
other side
Again he fred, and the other shoulder
was torn by the ball.
"You black-hesrted hound :" cried
Ned. ~ifyou think 70 wiring a single cry
from me you are mistaken TO on, say
age, complete your bloody work"
Godena, with the grin Of fiend, took
tao other pistols from the hands Of one
of the men. Again be fired, intending to
pierce the arm Of the young sailor, but
this time he missed.
"Poor practice" said Ned. Try again, I
my dear fellow"
The fourth pistol cracked, and Ned {
gave start and shiver, for bis left arm 4
had been pierced.
Godena was very angry. for in spite Of /
the torture, he had not been able to
wiring grosn from the gallant young
man. Rsloadins bis pistols carefully he
stepped close 10 the prisoner ard again
and again touched him With the muzzIes
ofthe cooked pistols over the heart, upon
heforeheAd, IN every vital part, bat he
did not finch.
-Why don't yoa end It, eoxardly dog77
cTied Ned.
4 viii end it, replied Godena step
ping back single pace. "Thus Manuel
Godena avenges himself
He raised the pistol in bis right hand
10 level with his heart Of the prisoner,
and was about to pull the trigger, when
I rife cracked on the mountain side
above them and Manuel Godena shot
through the heart, fell upon his face,
dead. At the same time a score Of stock
men and rancheros chased down the
canyon and the bandits turned in fight,
pursued by the herd riders, led by Senior
Msndez. Then Ned ainted from loss Of
blood, and when lie came back TO life his
bonds had been removed end he lay
upon the green sod, his head pilIowed
upon the knee Of Isola MsndeE
~Do not move she said softly. "You
e mo" Hove you
Ned Wilton recovered from his wounds
bat not soon enough tosail in the Vespsr.
Indeed, he never left Chill, and Is nov a
rieh ranchero, and the name of his wife
vas once Isola Mendez.