The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-10-03

Guatemoc and me- For awhile she stared
at the prince as though in horror; then
strange light came into her beautiful eyes,
and she spoke to him in q low voice, say
ing in the Aztec tongue:
..Do you remember how once you reject
ed me down yonder in Tabasco, Guatemoc,
and what told you then-that I should
grow great in spite Of you? You see, it has
all come true, and more than true, and you
are brought to this. Are you not sorry,
Guatemoc? am sorry, though were as
some women are perchance might re-
! joice to see you thus
Woman the prince answered in
thick voice, 'tyou have betrayed your coun-
try, and you have brought me to shame
and torment. Yes; had it not been for you
these things had never been. am sorry,
indeed am sorry-that I did not kill you.
For the rest, may your name be shameful
forever in the ears of honest men and your
soul be everlastingly accursed, and may
you yourself, even before you die, know
the bitterness of dishonor and betrayal!
Your words were fulfilled, and SO shall
mine be also.''
She heard and turned away, trembling,
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glance fell upon me, and she began to
weep.
"Alas, poor mani" she said. ''Alas, my
friend!''
Weep not over me, Marina" an
swered, speaking in Aztec, ''for your tea-s
are of no worth, but help meif you may" /"
.'Ah, that could!' she sobbed, and
turning fed from the place, followed pres
emily by Cortes.
Now the Spaniards came in again and
removed Guatemoc and the caztque OF To
cuba, carrying them in their arms, for
they could not walk, and indeed the ca
| zique was in swoon.
Farewell, Teule," said Guatemoc as he
passed me. "You are indeed true son OF
Quetzal and gallant man. May the gods
reward you in times to come for all that
you have suffered for me and mine, since
cannot. -
Then he was borne out, and these were
the last words that ever heard him utter.
NowI was left alone with the Tlascalans
and De Garcia who Knocked me as before.
IA little tired, eh, friend Wingfeld?"
he said, sneering. "Well, the play is rough
till you get used to it. A nights sleep
will refresh you, and tomorrow you will be
a new man. Perhaps you believe that l
have done my worst. Fool, this is but q
| beginning. Also you think doubtless that
your obstinacy angers me. Wrong again,
my friend. only pray that you may keep
your lips sealed to the last. Gladly would
give my share of this hidden gold in pay
ment for two more such days with you l
have still much to pay you back, and, look
you, have found q way to do It, There
| are more ways Of hurting man than
through his own fesh-for instance, when
I wished to be revenged upon your father,
! struck him through her whom he loved
Now have touched you, and you wonder
what I mean. Well, will tell you. Per
haps you may know an Aztec lady Of royal
blood who is named Otomie?"
'Otomie what Of her!' I cried, speak
| ing for the first time, since fear for her
| stirred me more than all the torments
had borne.
"a triumph indeed I have found q
| way to make you speak at last. Why, then,
tomorrow you will be full Of words. Only
this, Cousin Wingfeld. Otomie, Monte
zuma's daughter, a very lovely woman, by
the way. is your wife according to the In
dian customs Well, know all the story,
| and-she is in my power. I will prove it
to you, for she will be brought here pres
| emily, and then you can console each other.
For listen, dog; tomorrow she will SIT
where you are sitting, and before your eyes
she shall be dealt with as you have been
dealt with. All, then you will talk fast
enough, but perhaps it will be too latc."
And now for the first time broke down
and prayed for mercy even Of my foe.
"Spare her," groaned- do what you
will with me, but spare her! Surely you
must have heart, even you, for you are
human. You can never do this thing, and
Cortes would not suffer it. -
s.As for Cortes, - he answered, ''he win
know nothing of it'll it is done. have
my warrant that charges me to use every
means in my power to force the truth from
! you. Torture has failed; this alone is left.
And for the rest you must read me Ill.
You know what it is to hate, for you nate
me. Multiply your hate by 10, and you
may find the sum of mine for you. You
| came to take vengeance on Inc, and soon
| or later by you or through you it will be
glutted, but till then Itriumph-ayc, even
when must sink to this butchers work
to do it, and suddenly he turned and left
| the place.
Then weakness and suffering overcame
| me, and swooned away. When awoke,
1t was to find that my bonds had been
loosed, and that I lay on some sort OF bed,
while woman bent over me, tending me
with murmured words of pity and love.
The night had fallen, but there was light
in the chamber, and by it saw that the
woman was none other than Otomie, no
longer starved and wretched, but almost
as lovely as before the days of siege and
hunger.
'.Otomie, you herc!'' gasped through
my wounded lips, for with my senses
came the memory Of De Garcia's threats.
''Yes, beloved, it is L. she rnuttered.
..They have suffered that I nurse you,
devils though they are! Oh, that I must
see you thus and yet be helpless to avenge
you!'' and she burst into weeping.
Hush, said, hush! Have we foods''
''1n plenty. A woman brought it from
Marina"
''Give me to eat, Otomic.