The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1894-01-26

Aaesperase liive was forming lI.,4,
N Glerlas tram tue unuaunted rour
age OF her ancestors began to rise IN ne,
soul She turned to the captain ant
said
YES, know where they are, but the,
are very far away, If you wish, / will
take you to Them
4 THAT is right.
Inc captain ordered soldier to give
ner one of the extra horses captured in
the morning, and. tying a rope, which he
Kept IN his hand, to the neck Of the AMI.
NAL, he told her to lead on
| Everybody followed her, Across clear
streams and roaring torrents she took
them. They walked by dangerous paths
beside deep precipices. Here and there
they crossed picturesqueva valley. After
nearly four hours Of incessant marching
and when the sun was in his descent
toward the horizon, Gloria stopped. and
turning to the captain said.
y am too tired and can 20 no far
ther."
The Basque eyed her suspiciously and
asked;
Are we near their camp?
Y do not know. have lost my way,s
You lie, girlr' shouted the man furi-
ously, shaking her roughly by the arm
You have purposely misled us, and
taken us miles from them. Now, for
the last time Ill give YOU one more
chance, Win you lead us to where the
royalist soldiers aref''
Gloria raised her beautiful eyes to the
mans face, eyes that at this moment
were more angelic than human, and
without faltering said in low voice.
mo, senor."
You little deyilt' roared the man,
now possessed Of an uncontrollablefury
I'm teach you to fool me like this. Pull
her down from the horse, bring some
strong rope and bind her hands and
feetf he shouted to his men.
There are no crueler or bloodier wars
than those waged between brothers, and
in this Carlist war both parties com.
mitted some acts that make those who
hear Of them wonder il the wretches
who were guilty Of those atrocities were
human beings or wild beasts.
Pale as death and trembling lay poor
Gloria at the feet Of this human tiger,
her lips moved Perhaps she was re.
peatlng the prayers taught her by her
mother. Still not a tear dimmed the soft
luster Of her eyes.
DO you see that precipice? 1t is very
deep. If you do not tell me, Twill throw
you over there, tied hand and foot as You
are now. You will die a horrible death
Only one thing will save you. Now tell
me where the enemy is camped."
Il cannot, senor."
There was wild cry that the Carlist
officer would hear until the day Of his
death, and then, after a few minutes Of
complete silence, the captain gave the
order to march forward to find a camp
for the night. Not for the world would
he have passed the night there.
Five hundred feet below the setting
sun lighted dark, motionless mass by
the side Of little mountain stream flow
ng and murmuring over the smooth
pebbles, as If singing a hymn in honor
If the heroic Gloria.
In the little village church Of Saldana
here is small marble stone with the
lame Of Gloria Alvarez, on which is re-
'orded the deed by which she saved the
oyalist detachment. And when the
tranger exclaims, in admiration Of her
ourage, "She was wonderful childr
he old sexton, who delights to tell her
tory to the visitors, interrupts with con
iction, "She was no child, senior; she
vas one of Gods own angelsr sr-Amalia
olano in Short Stories.