The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-03-29

show that the Indians don't know
where we are, and we'll be pretty safe
against being troubled by them before
daybreak. In any event. WEI best sit
down and take il easy
For an hour we sat in silence with
weapons in readiness, bnt there was no
further disturbance or any sign Of dan
ger. The horses fed peacefully, and we
felt that we could rely on them to dis
Germ the approach of an Indian to our
camp. Felix aud had been too many
months afield in the Apache country TO
be long impressed by any danger that
did not force itself approximately on
our attention, With the slight woari-
ness after our days ride, the balmy
GOODNESS of the night brought an ire
sistible drowsiness, which soon merged
into sound and dreamless slumber.
How long slept | know not, but it
must have been hours, when my reposo
was invaded by the phantasmagoria of
troubled dream From swift success.
sion of homogeneous sensations, the rock
ing OF boats, the jolting of wagons and
menace from man and monsters, awak.
ened to the reality of the sound Of soft
footsteps and the light rustling Of the
prairie grass. Some one was stealing
upon us, so close at hand that my OPEN
ing eyes fell upon the advancing shad-
ow. With the first appalling thought
that the Apaches had surprised us,
seized my revolver and as / cooked il
started up and turned to face the in.
truder
But it was not the evil face of Indian
or of white "rustler" that confronted
me. The starlight aud moonlight il.
lumined the face and kneeling form of
a beautiful Mexican girl, whose dark
eyes. upturned to mine, swan in tears
behind her upheld, olasped hands. In the
musical Spanish tongue melodious
voice implored plaintively:
Senior, no me mates te 10 ruego,
roy, Garment C"Senor, do not kill me.
l pray! 1t is only /, Carmen. ~
l had risen with the impulse instant
ly to fire, and my revolver, with ham,
mer raised and my finger at tension ON
the trigger, was pointing straight at the
head OF Carmen, who at my motion
had fallen on her knees, painting with
fear and fatigue Behind her. near at
hand, her little maid, Dolores, croucbed
and whimpered. l turned my veapon
away and lowered the hammer upon the
cap
Felix's pistol had clicked at my first
movement and, revolver in hand. he
was crouched on one knee, listening. He
accosted Carmen in Spanish.
How came you here, senorita?''
Senior, we were encamped beyond
the arroyo. The mules ran away in the
night. Manuel followed them and did
not return My father went after Man. |
uei and he, too. did not come back
Everything looked strange and fearful
10 us who were left alone. When after
long time Manuel and my father did |
not appear, we left the camp in search
Oh them We soon lost our way. but bv |
FAVOR or heaven we at last saw vonr
horses and so were guided To Won All
lear misfortune has befallen my fa. I
therf And at the thought Carmen
wept piteously, while Dolores sobbcd in
sympathy and addressed TO the pilded
medal OF the Virgin of GUADALUPE that
hung from her neck her PRAYERS in n
semi indian dialect for protection from
the Apaches.
wei, this was strange and not nm.
pleasing episode of a nights camn;pg
upon this plain of sinister repute Mnc5