Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-02-17

rather or her children had seized,
throttled and slain shame Now, how
ever came a resurrection, and shame
formed an alliance with wounded
pride
Three years passed away, when one
day she met Don Carlos,
DO me the favor, senior, of listen
ing to few words which | wish TO
say 10 YOU for the last time"
Turning, he bowed gallanuy. 81 am
ut your orders, senorita mia" he re-
piled, always providing you do not
speak Of certain subject which would
be a crime now rs l am no longer Il
free man"
81 have little son, as you know,
senior He win inherit considerable
fortune, and it is only just Tint he
should bc educated in a manner bedt-
ting his rank and merit. This is not
possible in Lima, and in my care So
I have decided TO send him to my rtla-
tNes In Madrid Tomorrow he goes
on the ship which leaves Callao, and
the favor ! desire Is this: VIII YOU
not as his father bless him before
he goes and advise him for his future?
Your henedctiou will ensure him
prosperous voyage"
Your demand Is but just senorita."
The sun rode high In the heavens rs
they entered the patio Of the scnorita's
dwelling and passed into the shaded
salon Immediately the children were
sent FOR and appeared, fascinating IN
their rich dark beauty Don Carlos
ate and drank, gayly pledging his chill
dren, nor IN his gallant speeches did he
omit his old love who, seated some
what apart and silent, watched him
with eyes sparkling with brilliancy
Before many minutes had gone by
Don Carlos began to show signs OF
WEAKNESS, his words came slowly and
with lndistinctncss; he rose walked I'M
steadily 70 couch, and sinking
heavily upon IT, was soon sleeping the
sleep of the drugced Dona Sebasti.
ana with a smile Of satisfaction, led
Tie surprised children from the room.
Two hours later a carriage stopped
in the patio Of n hacienda near the
city, From II allghted Dona Scbastt
ana and the little ones. The driver
with the aid of Cholos, lifted Don
Carlos, still unconscious, and carried
him TO an apartment, where he was
left alone with Scbastlana
There was now no smile upon that
beautiful face; the soft red curves OF
her mouth were drawn into lines OF
determined purpose, her features had
become like stone, her face white as
marble an her nostrils dilated. In
her hands was stout cord, with
which she tied tightly the hands and
feet Of her victim, and then seating
herself watched hungily for the
awakening
At last It came The eyes opened
slowly, wandered little, then sought
4 those flaming balls which transfxed
/ him. and Don Carlo read his fate.
I With firm step she approached the
, couch.
"Ah! senior MO- she said hast
thou banqucted enough? Wilt thou
not have another eopcba or pcrchance
thou wouldst return Immediately to
= thy yirtuous spouse, since thine own
I conspicuous virtu might otherwise be
compromised; But bark you, Don
( Carlos: my life was yours your per.
/ fidy destroyed It, This being before
you Is not the Sebastiaha you once
| professcd to love She Is long since
/ dead II IS another spirit than hers
| that looks out from these eycs--from
these eyes which long since havs
wrung ont the last tear possible for
them to weep"
Bending over the helpless man, her
face close to his ana her breath burn.
Ing his cheek, she continued:
"The soul Of Sebastiana has fed
and a demon from the deepest hell has
taken possession Of this body--nnd
VIII soon possess yours"
The shouts OF Don Carlo were as in
elfectual IN bringing relief ns hts
Wrcstlings with the cord which bound
him; the stiffness rs Of approaching
death reigned when, as n last hope
he said
ut Is evident scEorita that / am
entirely within your power, nor can
hope for mercy yet win you not per
NIT me once more to see orr beautiful
boyY
In answer to a call pattcrIng feet
were heard approaching and little
Carlos bounded in, TO be caught in
the mothers arms She brought him
10 the bedside.
Look at that man." she said; she
Is thy father; he was my lover, but
hooking my innocence, he abandoned
me and married a woman who sacri.
feed nothing for him. Look at hint
Can you learn 10 hate him az Is his
duef An how | have learned to hate
hint lie called for thee muchacho
milo. and / give thee TO him"
Suddenly drawing a dagger, she
plunged It into the boys throat and
east the bleeding body upon the bound
wretch. whose roans and shrieks Of
horror. as the warm blood Of his slain
cldld despatched him, were Knocked
by silent walls.
cart satisfied, murderer cried the
now frenzed woman; ''or wouldst thou