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 at length he
knew me through my paint.
Mother of Godp' he gasped, lit is the
kaaye Thomas Wingfeld, and I have saved
his lifep'
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
surang ut me with beastlike scream OF
rage and hate Swiftly as thought slipped
round the stone of sacrifice, and after me
came the upnfted sword Of my enemy. 1t
would have overtaken me soon enough, for
] 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 priest'
Let the poor devil go"
"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
wretchec creature is an Englishman.
Come, be of, both Of you, or somebody else
may make the same mistake" and he
waved his sword in token to us to go,
deeming that I could not understand his
words, then added angrily as De Garcia,
speeohless with rage, made o new attempt
to get at me:
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 raved at
them, for, as I have said, his rage was
that Of beast rather than Of man.
But / stood bewldered, not knowing
whittier to fly. Fortunate 1t was for me
indeed that one was by who, though she
understood no Spanish, yet had quicker
wit, for while stood thus Otomts
clasped my hand and whispering, Fly, fly
swiftlyi' led me away from the stone Of
sacrifice
"Whithes shall we go" said at length.
HWere 1t not better 20 trust to the mercy
Of the Spaniardsi''
ITO the mercy Of that man devif with
the sword" she answered. peace, Teule,
end follow me-"
{, Now she led mo on, and the Spaniards
lee us by unharmea-a5e, and even spoke
words of pity as we passed, for they knew
ahat we were victims snatched from saori-
Zoe. Indeed, when certain brute,
Tlascalan indian, rushed at us, purposinS
10 slay us with club, one Of the SPAN
sards ran him through the shoulder %
that he fell wounded to the pavement
So we went on, and at the edge 9f the
pyramid we glanced back and saVr that
De Garcia had broken from thosi who
held him, or perhaps he found his tongue
and explained the truth to them. ht tlse
least he was bounding from the altar oS
sacrifice, nearly so yards away, anil co1,-
ing toward US with uplifted sword. Thea
fear gave us strength, and we fled like the
wird. Along the steep path we Euahea,
side by side, leaping down the steps spa
over the hundreds of dead and dying, cng
pausing now and again to save ourselves
from being snitten into space by thS
bodies Of the priests whom tho spsniatys
were hurting from tho crest Of the taoesSS
Once, looking up, caught sight OF ~
Garcilr pursuing far above Us, lmt afSas
that we saw him no moro. Doubtless b
wearisd OF the chase or feared to full in93
the hands Of such Of the Aztec warriors 1o
still clustered round the foot OF tho pyfs,
mid. ,, :,
After that remember nothing TIL u
found myself once more In my ap,raneTHt
in Montezumas palace, which newell
hoped to see again. Otomie was by me-,
and she brought me water to wash ta9
paint of from my body and tho blood froaa
my wound, which, leaving her own uEs
tended, she dressed skinfully, for the cup
of the priests knife was deep, and I had
bIed much; also she clothed herself afresh
In q white robo and brought mc raimens
to wear, with food and drink, and par
took Of them. Then bado her eat somo.
thing herself, and when she had done SO l
gathered my wits together and spoke to
her.
what next" I said Presently tho
priests will be on Us, and Re shall be drag
ged back to sacrifice. There Is no hope for
me here. must fly to the Spaniards and
trust to their mercy"
"To the mercy OF that mnn With tho
swordi Say, Tcule, who ts bel"
''He Is that Spaniard OF whom have
spoken to you, Otomie. He Is my mortal
enemy, whom I have followed across the
seas. !"
"And now you would put yourself Into
his power. Truly, you arc foolish, Ieuie.
''It Is better to fall into the hands OF
Christian men than into those OF your