Connecticut western news., 1896-07-23

ded to his acquaintances, while his eyes searched eagerly for glimpse of Mar garida or his father, but in vainl And so. with heavy heart, he passed on.
 When Margarida was told that her lover had just gone by, she wanted to run ahead and catch up with the bat talion.
 And mingle with the rough sol diers P cried an ancient dame, "God save us, childl Dost thou know what thou art saying?"
 ''Is not Simon a soldier, Aunt Joa- quina?" asked the girl tearfully.
 At nightfall melancholy procession neared the village. A file of soldiers led the way. Behind them came slow moving line of farm wagons, make shift ambulances, filled with the wound ed. There they lay. heaped together. the dead among the dying. Oh. it was pitiful sight, The sobbing women ran from cart to cart, searching for the face of some loved one.
 Suddenly, from amid the cloud of dust surrounding one of the ambulances, faint cry was heard:
 Father Mar ga-rida lam dying P
 And one of the wounded men was seen to let his head fall forward upon his breast, while from the edge of the wagon his left arm hung Imply.
 The soldier leading the horses of this ambulance shook his head as Margarida came running toward him, asking for her lover. The rumble of the cart wheels droned her words. Sorrowfully she turned away. but as the cart passed her the arm extended from its side caught her eye, and springing forward she seized the hand in hers, and examining with intentness a ring the dead man wore fell back into the arms of her friends, with the cry of breaking heart:
 "Oh, Simon, my love Dead Dead i'
 When a neighbor went to Euzebio's house to tell him of his sons death, he found the old man seated on the edge of his bed, praying, with his eyes fixed on crucifix he held in his hand.
 "Pray for his soul, said the friend sadly.
 Tho old miller, who had become, very deaf, raised his head and asked in alarm, "What is it?" putting his hand to his ear.
 "Dead, shouted the other.
 Euzebio rose to his feet, and, with pale face and set eyes, made his way to the head of the bed, and took down an old musket that hung there.
 "What is that for, Uncle Euzebior' inquired his friend.
 "I will kill them r' said the old man, in a trembling voice. I will kill them l''
 But as he crossed the threshold of his house, gun in hand, volley rang out from the foremost squad, and the old man fell forward on his face, dead.
 The next morning a neighbours boy came running home, white with fear. sobbins and trembling, and told his mother that a little below the dam he had seen the body of a woman, drifting drifting
 
 In after years I revisited the scenes of my childhood. It was beautiful April morning. I found Margarida's father seated in front of his mill. his chair by the river's edge, enjoying tho warmth of returning spring. He told me of Simon's death and of the tragic fate of his friend Euzebio, but when he began to speak of his daughter. his voice failed him, and. turning his head away, he whispered to himself: "Oh. my Margarida p And silent, motionless, like man ir a dream, he gazed with fixed eyes upon the river that slid softly by his feet, al though within its depths he beheld hel l smi linu faca -Chinaun Inter Ocean