Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1896-01-07
CHAPTER VI

Teresa resumed her chair without u
word and sat looking into the fire. q
slight contraction Of the fair brow and
dropping Of the shoulders showing that
she was undergoing some mental strug'
gle Stimulation Of another character
than her own was ut an end. LA mis-
ma, " she had responded 70 the lieuten'
ants exclamation. Yes, she was the
samo Teresa Valencia he had seen in
Santa Fe. and she half regretted that
she bad assumed another character II
certainly had availed her nothing. He
had once rescued her from insult and
thrice from suffering and possible death,
and she began TO think that he only
could relieve her from her present EN-
barrassing situation.
Raymer hastcned to the quarters OF
Mrs. Sullivan, the laundress. IL Is
hardly necessary 10 follow his relec-
tions from the instant no discovered %
charming girl in the person nc had hith.
erto looked upon as an uninteresting old
woman, 10 whom he owed nothing bu;
courtesy and the protection due the
weak from the strong. His one thought
now was 10 relieve the unhappy maid
from the anxieties connected with her
situation.
He saw plainly why she had made
the attempt to conceal her identity and
why she had attempted to quit the val
ley and leave no clew. But the fates
had been against her and had finally
left her alone and unattended III the
midst Of strangers. In the eyes OF her
parents nothing could be much worse.
Arrived ut the cabin Of the laundress,
the officer succeeded in making that in
dustrious matron understand that La
Sonora vieja. who had been rescued
from the Indians, proved to be Dona
Teresa Valencia Of Albuquerque.
1.-The blessed darlint," exclaimed
Mrs. Sullivan. 81 knew her well III
Santa Fe, and my Jenny there, point
ing to rosy Irish girl Of l6. who was
ironing in corner Of the room, list
id'lizes her Jenny was day scholar
at the sisters school, ye remimber.
Well, some of the gir-r-r-ls OF the big
families thought thimsilyes too grand
to trate the daughter Of poor soldier
by dacentlike, and it was this same
Tressy Vlency that took her part, and
alw'ys he'd swate smile and koind
word for her, and trated her like an
aquel. Donny Tressy in this camp
What shall do for her, liftinint?"
.'That is what | have come to see you
about Mrs. Sullivan. need not tell
you, who have lived so long III the ter.
ritory, what il means for Mexican
girl to be alone in this camp. The
young lady has felt this from the first,
as you can see by her desire to conceal
her personality and her attempt to leave
in the storm the other day. l acciden-
tally discovered her secret but few mo-
ments ago, and as she has no attendants
want you to let Jenny act as her COM
panion and maid until she leaves. /
shall take measures to communicate
with her relatives at once"
Jenny shall 60, lifrinint.
"Thank you, Mrs Sullivan. While
she is getting ready I will go to the
sickroom and have Mason dress my
hand. 1t was hurt in the woods, and in
the excitement Of meeting Miss Valen-
cia l had forgotten came ON account
of it. Will be back shortly"
Mother and daughter then retired to
lean to, where the girl made her toi-
let, and the mother packed portman.
teau with her necessary belongings.
When all was ready, Jenny took the
valise and started, meeting the officer
in the door.
"Let me carry that bag for you, Jen-
n.y." said Raymer. advancing and offer
ing to take it.
"No, nor exclaimed the mother
Its the gentleman ye are, liftinint, to
offer to hip me gir-r-r-l, but we've
the camp full Of min for that sort Of
thing. I'll sind it afther ye by one Of
the b'ys"
Accompanied by the girl, Mr.. Raymer
returned to his cabin, where Dona Te-
resa sat waiting.
miss Valencia" said be, II have
brought you maid. But" he quickly
added in Spanish, II beg pardon. You
do not understand English
"Quite as we'll as you do Spanish, ]
fancy, Mr.. Raymer," answered Teresa
In excellent English.
Pardon my forgetfulnesA ! had for
gotten the essay at the convent and that
overheard your conversation with
your father. have brought you IN old
acquaintance. This Is Jenny Sullivan.