Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-04-07

H WITH sKELETONs-THE RE-
VOTING ACT OF a GIRL.
Far up in a rocky deile in the Ever
n, asting slerras Of the land Of the Mon
IL ezumas, ana overlooking a valley-the
kalley of the Angels--rests the ha-
lenda Of the Mines Of the Holy Chill
lren. so named by the Jesults far back
n the dead past. A row OF low, strag-
N ling adobe buildings reach up the can
"a ron from the mill to tiny plaza-a
#piaza containing few stunted orange
"a rees. stone bench or two, and bro
ken fountain that never flows. Near
81 he plaza stands a rude little chapel,
0 dilapidated in appearance that only
wooden cross dashed with a rawhlde
"A md leaning from the roof, and crack
Ia and clapperless bell hanging by the
X loor distinguished 1t from Its sur
i oundings as a house or God.
II There rs house rooted with rough,
~ ed tiles terraced up on the mountain
#side above the church. and out in us
*Nyide pOrticO, one summer afternoon,
IN Young man rested In a hammock,
"A arelessly swaying himself to and fro
Ms his thought drifted back into the
Mast. Near by. glrl-one of those
Icreatures of the South through whose
d ems courses that Latin-lndian blood
II har turns to flame at glancc-stOod
Irently pouring water from an earthen-
hyare Jug into an ola that hung SUE
1pended from the roof, Her dress was
Il 'imple-some loose, white garment, eN-
Fioslng the arms and shoulders with
e. skirt Of red material that fell only 4
Hlttle below her knees, Great waves Of
4,lnrk hair fell uncouiined down over her
fshJulders and her eyes, black and
4bgilliaut. rested on the man as she
linu,mIred: vida de mi alma-mio
1amor!'
II The girl had emptied her jug, and
Mad placed it on the floor She stood
n eauing against the doorway, slowly
&braidng her hair, and the man, turning
h Suddenly IN his hammock exclaimed:
4'Ah, little one-Carmelita mla-come
fhere."
4 Isl, scnor" she answered as she
tmoyed toward him "What is the Sc
3nor5 Wish2'
As she reached his side ne threw his
Harm around her and drawing her face
+ down to his, pressed a kiss TO her lips.
\ Like a fash she tore herself away
\ land stood trembling out OF mis- reach,
4 q flame of angry protest darting from
X the depths of her eyes as she cried
4 'Curomba! What would you. diablo?"
4 Then she struck him with her clenched
4 hanl, and, bursting INTO tears passed
/ into the house,
"The devil" exclaimed the man.
"Wcll, somehow her lips seemed to say
i'Drink me- and had to kiss her, even
/ 81 she IL only my housekecpcr's daugh-
/ Her Then stretching back I'm his ham
mock, Maurice Stanton, superintendent
OF the Mines of the Holy Children,
made himself comfortable for a slestu.
As the days sped by he made his
peace with Carmelita, and after a while
they would sit out ON the portlco during
the evening, talking, or would wander
up the canyon to a shrine, where a
rude figure Of the Madonna, with the
blessed babe In her arms. had been
carved in the rock by hands crumbled
to dust long years ago. There was
little spring there. too, and a stone
peat beside It, and there one evening.
he passed his arm gently around her
and drew her to him. She did not re-
slst.
kiss me, Carmellta cara" he whis-
pere1; kiss me-" and as she compiled
he felt her tremble in his arms. He re-
leased her, and she dashed from him
down the trail, and-he knew that he
had won her
1t was during the following summer
month that Senior Don Jose Sandoval
owner Of the Mines Of the Holy Chill
dren, arrived from the city Of Mexico .
on his semi-anRual visit OF inspection.
Accompanying him were two ladies, his
sister, the Sonora Gonzales, and his
fo5ter-daughter, Senorlta Guadalupe
Calderon, the sole descendant Of an
old Castllian family.
II was late In the afternoon Of the
day OF her arrival that Stanton met
her EnR % q "A moi ar he, l,y1
trade of the porticO, gazing out over
me roofs of the low houses to where
a mock of doves rose and fell like a soft
unIulating cloud Of graz, and long aft
erWards We remembered her as he saw
her then; tail girl, taller than most
women with great brown eyes, and
with wealth Of hair which turned al
of the sinking sun.
During that first evening she brought
her guitar and sang for hlm-sang those
sott, sweet songs of the South; and on
The following night they had Cnrmelita
come and play while they danced
WaltZed-tinlc and again in the portico,
hghta0 only by the beams OF the moon
As the girl played. she watched them
win eyes full Of anger and she SUI
tcred, suffered as kecnly, as dumbly
.l,s any creature, wild or tame, to whom
lhere is a.suul Suddenly She stopped,
thrsw down the guitar and dartlng
across the portleo. left the house.
she hurried up the canyon until she
zane to the shrine, and then threw
herself on the bench sobbng "Oh,
Blessed Mother" she moaned; II love /
MIN SO, l love him sol Why has she I
iomel hate her: Dios. now 1 hate
ner' She shall not take him from me;
mol I'll Kill her nrstY
Her breath came short and fast as /
ler bosom rose and fell irregularly. l
IN her anger she spr0ng to her feet, (
ana, as she paced up and down, the I
lalls Of her tightly clenched hands .
pressed into the flesh until they were |
ialnpened by the blood that oozed out |
But she felt no pnin-not in her hands .
out her heart. "Madre de dos" she [
noaned, Blessed Mother. send him to
ne tonight, for love him sol waited
asst night so long so loug-and he was
WIN her. Dear God. don't let me think
u herl III pray-yes; I'll pray to the
Tgln hundred times, and she win
lear and send him TO mo-"
ana there, stlll praying, two hours
a'er, stanton found her. She was all
unconscious Of his presence until he
DItly called "Carmelitaw
eet
oh the Blessed Lady" she exclaim-
% beneath her breath "she has heard
ny prayers and sent him" And as she
.too1 there the moonlight fell on her
zee. and he noticed that her cheeks !