Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1896-01-23

own safety it is well that these wretches
should die. Away with them!"
Now Don Pedro began to bleat mar
ticulately in his terror, and that hero,
Jose, burst into tears and pleaded for
his life, writhing with pain the while,
for the point Of the sword scorched
him.
"You are an English gentleman" no
groaned; "you cannot butcher help
less man as though he were an OK"
"As you tried to butcher us in the
chamber yonder, us, who saved your
life," answered the senior. "You are
right. cannot do it, because, as you
say, am gentleman. Molas, loose
this dog, and If he tries to run put q
knife through him. Jose Moreno, you
have sword by your side, and have
one in my hand; will not murder you,
but we have quarrel and we will set.
tie II here now
you are mad, senor,' | said, to risk
your life thus. I myself will kill him
rather than 1t should be So"
"Will you fight if l loose you, Jose
MorenoS' he said, making me no an
swer TOR will you be killed where you
stand?"
II will fight" he replied
"Good. Let him free, Molas and be
ready with your knife
II command YOU" I began, but al
ready the man was loose and the senior
stood waiting for him, his back to the
door and the Indian machete handled
with the golden woman in his hand.
From the moment that ! saw them
fronting each other, my fears for the
issue vanished. Victory was written on
the calm features of the senior, while
the face of Jose told only Of baffled fury
struggling with bottomless despair
Still II was he who struck first, for,
stepping forward, he aimeda desperate
blow at the senor's head, who, spring
Ing aside, avoided it, and In return ran
him through the left arm. With cry
Of pain, the Mexican sprang back, fol-
lowed by the senior, at whom he cut
from time to time, but without result,
tor every blow was parted.
Now they were within the altarrails,
and now his back was against one OF the
carved pillars Of sapote wood, that ID
which the girl was tied.
Then the end came, for the senior,
who was watching his chance, drew
suddenly within reach, only TO step
back so that the furious blow aimed al
his head struck with q ringing sound
upon the marble floor. BEFORE Don
Jose could lift the sword again, the
senior thrust with all his strength tnd
his machete pierced the Mexican
through the heart.
And now must tell Of my own folly
that went near to bringing US all tc
death. You will remember that was
holding Don Pedro. and In my Joy and
agitation | Stacked my grip, SO that
with sudden twist he was able to teal
himself from my hands, and in the
twinkling Of an eye was gone
bounded after him, but too late, fol
as l reached the door it slammed in my
face, nor could l open It, for on the
chapel side was neither key nor handle
Fly" I cried, rushing back to the
altar; "he has escaped, and will pres
entity be here with tho rest.
The senior had seen, and already WA
engaged In severing with his sword the
rope thut bound the girl, while Molai
cut loose her father. Now | leaped
upon the altar, and springing at the
stoncwork of the broken window, made
shift to pull myself mp with the help o.
Molas pushing from below. Seated
upon the window ledge leaned down,
and, catching the Indian Zibalbay BY
the wrists, with great efforts ] dragged
him to me and babe him drop without
fear to the ground, which was not more
than ten feet below us. Next came his
daughter, then the senior, and lost Of OIL
Molas, so that within three minutes
from the escape Of Don Pedro we stood
unhurt on the outside the chapel among
the bushes Of n garden.
Where to now9' | said, for the place
was strange to me.
The girl Maya looked round her, then
she glanced up at the heavens.
Follow me- she said, II know a
way" and started down the garden at
run.
Presently we came to q wall the
height Of a man, beyond which was q
thick hedge Of aloes which we forced
our way through and found ourselves
=. In milpa, or cornfeld Here the girl
stopped, and again searched the stars,
and ut that moment we heard sounds OF
shouting, and, looking back, saw lights
moving to and fro in the hacienda.
ave must 60 forward or perish" !
said; Don Pedro has aroused his men. "
Then she dashed into the milpa, and
we followed her, till at length we were
clear of the cultivated land and stand
ing on the borders Of the forest.
nHalt.' l said; where do we run top
The road runs to the right, and by fol-
lowing it we may reach town."
ITO be arrested as murderers, broke
In the senior. You forget that Jose
Moreno is dead at my hands, and his
father will swear our lives away, or
that at the best We shall be thrown into
prison. No, no, We must hide in the
bush"
"Sirs," said the old Indian, speaking
for the first time, II know sec:et
place in the forest, an ancient and ru-
Ined building, where we may take ref
uge for while II we can reach it. But
first ! ask, who are your
"You should know me, Zibalbay,'
said Molas, seeing that am the mes.
senger whom you sent to search for him
that you desired 20 find, the lord and
keeper of the heart" and he pointed to
me.
"Are you that nan?" asked the In
dian.
II am answered, land have suf-
iered much to find you, but now Is no
time to talk; guide US to this hiding
place Of yours. for our danger is great.
Then once more the girl took the
lead, and We plunged forward into the
forest, often stumbling and falling in
the darkness, till the dawn broke In the
east and the shoutings Of our pursuera
died away.
CHAPTER X
HOW MoLAs DIED.
For some few minutes we rested 10
recover our breath, then we started
forward again. In front went the girl,
MAYA our rnide. whom the senior led