Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1894-09-05


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stared at me, rubbed his eyes with his
hand and stared again. Now ut length he
knew me through my paint.
''Mother of God!" he gasped, "it Is the
knaye Thomas Wingfeld, and have saved
his life!'
BY this time my senses had come back
to me, and knowing all my folly turned,
seeking escape But De Garcia had no
mind to suffer this. Lifting his sword, he
sprang ut me with beastlike scream OF
rage and hate. Swiftly as thought slipped
round the stone Of sacrifice, and after me
came the uplifted sword Of my enemy. 1t
would have overtaken me soon enough, for
I was weak with fear and fasting, and my
limbs were cramped with bonds, but at
that moment cavalier, whom by his dress
and port I guessed to be none other than
Cortes himself, struck up De Garcia's
sword, saying
"How now, Sarcedai Are you mad
with the lust of blood that you would take
to sacrificing victims like an Indian pdest'
Let the poor devil 60"
"He Is no Indian. He is an English
spy," cried De Garcia and once more
struggled to get at me-
Decidedly our friend Is mad" said
Cortes, scanning me. He says that this
wretched creature is an Englishman.
Come, be of, both of you, OF somebody else
may make the same mistake" and he
waved his sword in token to us to &C.
deeming that I could not understand his
words, then added angrily as Dc Garcia,
speeohless with rage, made new attempt
to get at me:
"No, by heaven! I will not suffer it.
We are Christians and come to save VIC
Tins, not to slay them. Here, comrades,
hold this fool who would stain his soul
with murder"
Now the Spaniards clutched De Garcia
by the arms, and he cursed and rayed at
them, for, as have said, his rage was
that Of beast rather than Of man.
But I stood bewildered, not knowing
whittier to fly. Fortunate It was for me
indeed that one was by who, though she
understood no Spanish, yet had quicker
Wit, for while stood thus Otomis
clasped my hand and whispering, Fly, fly
swiftlyp' led me away from the stone Of
sacrifice.
"Whither shall we gof" said at length.
nWere it not better TO trust to the mercy
Of the Spaninrdsf"
ITO the mercy Of that man devil with
The sword" she answered. peace, Teule.
end follow me-"
/ Now she led mo on, and the Spaniaeds
let us by unharme6 aye, and even spoke
words Of pity as we passed, for they knew
4 N6,A ,t,fl haA
Doe. Indeed, when certain brute,
Tlasoalan Indian, rushed at US, purposing
10 slay us with club, one Of the Span
tards ran him through the SHOULDER, 20
that he fell wounded to the pavement
So we went on, and at the edgo 81 ths
pyramid we glanced back and sa0r that
De Garcia had broken from thost who
held him, or perhaps he found his tongue
and explained the truth to them. ht tlte
least he was bounding from the altar os
sacrifice. nearly 30 yards away, anil coma
ing toward US with uplifted sword. Tbsa
fear gave us strength, and wo fled like tAe
wind. Along the steep path we luahea.
side by side, leaping down the steps apa
over the hundreds of dead and dying, ouH
pausing now and again to save ourselves
from being snitten into space by thS
bodies Of the priests whom tho spnniafSs
were hurting from tho crest Of the taOcasys-
Once, looking up, I caught sight OF ns
Garcisf pursuing far above US, lut atea$
that we saw him no more Doubtless h5
%aaried of the chase or feared to fiIl inGS
ths hands Of such Of the Aztec warriors a3
still clustered round the foot Of tho py1Gs
mid.
After that remember nothing till
found myself once more In my apsrhnenSt
in Montezuma's palace, which / nevD
hoped to see again. Otomie was by md,
and she brought mo water to wash TIM
paint off from my body and tho blood frohi
my wound, which, leaving her own un;
tended, she dressed skillfully, for the CUP
of the priests knifo was deep, and hal
bled much; also she clothed herself afresh
in q white robe and brought me raimens
to wear, with food and drink, and I par
took Of them Then bado her eat some.
thing herself. and when she had done SO I
gathered my wits together and spoke to
her.
"What ne1t7" said Presently tho
priests will be on lis. and we shall be drag
gsd back to sacrifice. There Is no hope Tor
me here. Unjust fly to the Spapiards and
trust to their mercy"
"To the mercy of that man with tho
sword, Say, Tcule, who is be'"
''He Is that Spaniard OF whom have
spoken to you, Otomie. BE Is my mortal
enemy, whom have followed across the
SEAS"
''And now you would put yourself into
his power. Truly, you arc foolish, Teule. !"
'tIt Is better to fall into tho hands OF
Christian men than into those OF your