Kansas City daily journal., 1895-03-25

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trail with some miners, and he passed,
he requested her to tell them at the house
afternoon, She answered not, but her eyes
filled with tears as she sat gazing off into
space, while she suffered in silence.
An hour passed. and then she became
conscious or some one approaching. Rs-
Ing from her seat and peerlng down the
trail trail she saw Gnadalapye coming slowly to-
she watched, she realized how beautiful
the girl was, and the hatred In her heart
through her brain that caused her to trem-
BILE and grasp at the bench for support.
Then acting on the instant. she rushed
alupel Madre de Dlos. how can tell you'll
Senor Stanton"
The girl turned faint and gasped, what
what is It? Where is he?"
>, Reaching her side, Carmellta painted out.
Tn the cave up there. He fell and IS hurt
led the way at a rapid pace; and Guada-
iupe, doubling not, followed In an agony Of
Breathlessly the girls sped on Nearing
the cave, Carmeita darted ahead around
the ledge that screened the entrance, and
opening the door, passed in before Guad-
hands. she cried Here qulcki Take my
hand and / will help you to enter" and
Leading her through the gloom away
from the door, Carmelita caught her by
81 hate you and your beauty" she cried.
a,i non u, took him from me, and he was mine,
"Dios mlol What mean your" Guadalupe
exclaimed, as she broke away from her in
aastonlshment,. and she called. Maurice!
Mauricer' but no answer came. save the
AS she called that name. Carmeiita
sprang upon her, like tigress and bore
''Maurice!' she painted: "ah, you will
never see him again Diabla. while YOU
are Ss,i, buried / here n your lIying grave VII
lupe struggle to escape from the now furl-
Gus girl. After. you are dead" she con-
.inued "dead!-do you hear;?,dead like
and she. pressed her fingers into Guada-
iupe'si throat until the girl gasped for
springing UP Mt last. she rushed from the
cave. securely fastened the door. and stood
listening. as the Imprisoned girl, dashed
silent; for Guadalupe lay stretched In a
merciful oblivion on the floor amid the
dead.
For days the mountains and surrounding
country were filled with searchers for the
missing girl: but in vain, for not trace
of her could be found.
1t was late in the night of the fifth day
after her vanishment that Stanton, tired
out an and weary; yet unable to sleep, enter;
ed the little plaza, and, throwing himself
out in his grief. How long he had remained
when instlnctively feeling the presence OF
another. he raised his eyes, and there,
with look of unmistakable scorn cover
stood Carmelita.
acknowledgement" he exclaimed.
me. and too" She did not finish, for he
had dropped his head with a moan on the
back of the bench. Then. as she stood
that. after all, the hate she had allowed
herself to imagine she felt for him, was
dropped on her knees @ at It his side side Winding ing
her soft arms around him, she tried to draw
his face down to hers
from him. "all between us must end. T
have lied to you, deceived you. I do. not
Way Way @ hat will aWays keep p You "ffrEe from want
Nov leaye me. for l wish to be alone"
While he was sspeakng she rose to her
ed teeth, and as he ceased. she broke forth
with cry of rage and cursed him with
all hs fer1SfY of hsr Td sbs cried IN
Your w Wife but,she never viii vii NJ No, no!S p
dead by now-dead with the dead in the
Cave!'
aaughter Of heii! he shouted, and Use setting ing
her in his arms he lifted and dashed her
from him with, all his strength,
just as the sun was rising over the distant
mountains across the valley. with tremb-
nE bands thy threw % 1p the door tsad and
could distinguish nothing. and then, as
their eyes grew accustomed to the, wan
tHty saw. LES, tHeTe was TuaQhIupe
standing before them. her dress disordered
and torn , and her hair falling in tangled
lips, and the other extended toward the
knne,eling ln,enIg forms s Of the dead. "Hushr she
come. Maybe they viii not not mind-they lind they
have been praying for SO long, so long"
some visitors have come" she placed her
hand on the shoulder of one of the dead.
into a heap of bones and rags. throwing
out a little cloud of sitting dust.
My God!' moaned Don Jose, at is hor-
he he cried, stepping toward her. don't you
She gazed at him for n moment only,
then slowly pacing the cave and winding
her hair about her face, she murmured:
Maurice; my Maurice, is going to take me
away away On I'm II ne would only GOMEZ Quad
Guadalupe" Stanton sobbed out, "Guad-
alupej. darling, am Maurice, Come to me,
dear"
She walked toward him. and standing
there with her hands casped across her
RTedT, loGkea infe up into ms eyes her face
family smiled and slowly shook her head.
NO" she said you are not Maurice-not
ioyes me. No-he is dead w he VS. is hnrt1he rt he
IS here in-oh don't know-I can't find
HIM" and dropping her clasped hands and
loves me--he loves me-" Then stepping
suddenly back. she threw her hands to her
head, and gazing at him with her great
tawny eyes. "Maurice!" she screamed;
Maurice! save me"' and as she tottered
forward in faint, he caught her in his
arms
Tenderly they took her from that place |
of the dead, and carefully they nursed her: |
but the shock had been too severe. and as |
the days passed away she sank lower and |
lower, until at last the end came
II was not until then that she became |
conscious. She knew that she was dying |
and bade them all farewell; though she |
had no fear. of death she wept for 1t was |
ness in which she had lived but few |
hours.
Late in the afternoon as the last golden |
rays of the setting sun fell I'm through the |
open window and across her bed she |
asked stanton to take her in his arms He |
gently raised her to his breast where she |
rested quietly for few moments, and then |
whispered: Maurice, darling, am dying |
kiss me, sweetheart"
He bent and pressed his lips to hers
once again, Maurice, my darling" she |
said, kiss me once agaln-the last-the
very last e--forever-Maurice-in heaven |
my husband"
Her head fell back on his arm, and her
sweet brown eyes, which never more would |
ook on anything this side of heaven, rested |
1n his face. as she passed to eternal peace
down into the Valley of the Shadow
George Warren Steaiey In the Argonaut.
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