Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-01-12

rotting in the icy cleft through which
the Saline runs to the Rhone
Another thing. had got from Gene
va pair Of excellent handouts You
can guess for whom.
This time spent the night in diff
ferent hotel. | did not care to run the
slight risk of being detected in my dis
guise. 1t might have been awkward
you see.
And so the following morning l set
out again as had set out before.
Now, gentlemen, you will not think
me very soft sort of coon, hope,
when / say the nearer got to the little
village with tho small white church in
the midst-the village to which Cate
rina's fathers chalet belonged-the less
resentment I felt for the old mans past
murderous attempt upon my life. I car
ried scar OF two as the result of that
knock and that horrible tip over the
cliff, but I was more affected by the
thought of seeing Caterina again. And,
sure enough, I soon saw her.
The man was toying with an ak upon
pine log i'll front of the house. Isaw
his teeth CLEAN at me while was yet
some little distance away. You see,
had made myself into a middle aged
person Of great responsibility and APP
parent wealth, a German botanist or
geologist or something Of that kind. I
flattered myself should prove an ire
sistible bait.
And so I did.
my friend" inquired of him be-
fore he had the chance to speak, sis
there not a short cut to Berisal from
here?"
eyes, SIR" he replied promptly. 81
shall take the liberty Of showing 1t to
you"
I had changed my voice as we'll as
my appearance. 1t seemed to me un.
likely in the extreme that Caterina
could recognize me, and yet ere the man
could get his coat and take his stick, a
yillainous sort Of club, who should look
out but Caterina herself.
I tell you, gentlemen, I was near Civ
ing up my little plan Of revenge at sight
of her or at least of compromising it
then and there. She was the same Ca
terina, with a difference-there was
more sadness in her than before And
when she cried, "Fatllor, do not Co."
this time also it exacted all my self
control to help me to dissemble.
We began our climb When we
reached the old mule track, declined
to go first. We had little wrestle in
politepess, as 1t appeared, but / won the
day.
My gentleman stopped nearly at the
very spot which had seen my misadven-
ture and turned upon me, with plea
OF fatigue. 1t was lust here, too, that
designed giving him his punishment.
eyes, we will rest" I said. And
then in my natural voice, as I covered
him with q revolver and held out with
the other hand the bracelets I had bought
for the purpose, babe him slip his
wrists into the things.
could have enjoyed the rascal's dis
comforture if he had been any ones IA
Their except Caterina's. As it was,
had to keep my wits about mo. When
he had got over the first shock at the
sight Of me land it was genuine shock
to him), he was clearly bent Oh trying
to get me over the precipice second
time.
But did not allow him the smallest
opening Oh that score. had him hand
cuffed and then set him to return before
me to the chalet His cloak gave him
cover for his shame in case we should
meet any other travellers
There was some fine drama in the
scene that ensued when I had thus
brought him back to his domestic hearth.
Look, girl!' he cried to his daugh-
ter, raising his manacled hands when
we were inside the house.
AS for me, could only add, 'It il
I, and I blushed as spoke
Caterina seemed for moment thun.
derstruck I might, if l had not been
III love, have expected joint attack,
in which I should assuredly have been
annihilated. But I had not misread her
interest in me. There was more joy in
her face eventually at the realization
that l lived than there was sorrow at
her fathers predicament.
Watching her, forgot her father and
aval y1thiSNCv fN~ tlo Io1
crayed. was, as / had believed pas
sionately in love.
Well, gentlemen. 1t only remains for
mo to tell you that I married this vii
lain's daughter, and that I have never
regretted it. If criminal instincts arc
hereditary, as our wise men nowadays
tell US they are, there must be excep-
lions. My wife has been success, and
my children do not promise to be ex-
traordinarily bad in character.
y y
Tho young listeners to this story seem.
ed surprised at it's ISSUE
"But, sir, said one Of them, "what
i'll goodness did you do with your ia
ther-in-law?'
# arranged for his emigration to
America.
Not North America, do hope"
"Oh, dear, no-South. million.
Defined.
Mrs. Wigglestein-James, it says
here in the paper that the entertainment