The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-05-29

very early the next morning / went
GOWN 10 the market 70 ger some greens 10
make eaido verde As entered beheli
q man far of taking with q woman. ard
/ perceived tue gMttsr Of money which
passeI between them The woman was
cur hostess. ssnora Anton &. the man gas
the big captain. Siekened, alnoST stag
geE4rg, | crept home 10 ny calld and
elasping her 10 NE wspt over her We
spent the day devixing plans OF a.gat. but
zone was feasible. Several times We heard
Sonora Antonio rap al the door, but we
made no reply. and she went away. Late
in the evening she came again
Open. dear sonora. she sad co2xing-
ly. II have here a beautiful ealc!to Tor
tho child
Hunger ls a great eompeller. Ny child
vas exhausted with agitation and want CT
food. and 50 was l. / crept 20 the door
aad opened * a crack Instantly IL was
pushed wide and Two soldiers roughly
entered. one Of them seized me. elapped
a hand over my mouth TO smother my
screams while the other dragged my child
hastily away. / cannot remember c.e&r!y
! what followed. / struggled, l bit. 1 tore
az my tormeBtor. but he overcame me,
bound and gagged me and, leaving me
prone. Quilted the room. locking tae door
behind him. Ny bonds were not severe,
and after time soosened them sufficient
ly 10 crawl 10 the door and beat upoa 1t
WIN NY f.diFAst Sd4!slS lsSSHSGNc.S ltbA
my chad. upon Sonora Antonio and upon
! the divine Mother of Sorrow, whom ! i'm
pIored 10 suecor me.
/ must have sunk down a. last sense
less for the next / knew ! was lying
upon my bed and Sonora Antonio was
pouring food down my throat. 1 used NY
first consciousness TO curse her and 10
drive her from me. All day l .ay upon
that couch. exhausted and benumbed. I
slept much, too. for my !acerated spirit
seemed wrenched TO point where sort
OF coma superyenes. / seemed 10 feel
nothing accu.ely. but only hoped might
soon die.
Later I arose and ate little food, for
I began TO reflect that / must rouse N.Y.
self 10 go and find my child. although
where ] kneb4 not. Somehow little
fresh courage came to me, and / lay
down more easily 10 sleep. In the night
/ was reused by some one pushing open
the door and rushing into the apartment.
The moon. which was streaming in
| through the window. revealed the figure
Of my child.
"Teresita mia"' exclaimed. crazy with
Joy. and flung myself upon her. but she
pushed me frantically away.
do not touch me-" she gasped In hoarse,
strange tones. do not touch me"'
tempiated her.
Her eyes were bloodshot and staring,
her visage pale and fixed into such an
expression Of hideous and ferocious hor-
ror as surely no girls countenance ever
wore before. thought her mad.
Angel mia" / faltered.
II have killed him." she said. still In
that same unnatural voice. He was q
demon from hell. and have killed him.
God be thanked.'
Then / perceived that her hands ana
her garments were dripping with fresh
blood. Involuntarily I recoiled. but she
SEEMED not to care Desperation had
hardened her and changed her nature.
Let me Sleep she continued II must
sleep. ] perish from fatigue"
She flung herself upon the bed whence
l had just risen and, strange to say sank
at once into a heavy slumber. while I
stood In the petrifact.on of despair and
watched her.
All, well! There is little more to re-
late. OF course they came and appre-
hended her at once. There was no trial.
Indeed none was needed, for she did not
deny her guilt. They did not even give
her time for striving, but took her at once
to the plaza, stripped her and hanged her
to the irons Of a lamp.
'She must be made an example Of"
the comandante declared. All, my God.
are there no others OF whom an exam
pie should be made, no pitiess seourSers
or the land, no brutes masquerading in
tHc Sithpe Oh iltil anu making q mOckery
or the names OF law and justice?
As for me, i do not know how have
survived these experiences. yet my story
is but one OF a thousand. One Idea one
only. animates me now and keeps me
alive. / must get my innocent's soul out
or purgatory, for she was innocent. though
her hands were stained with blood and her
heart burned with the black passion of
revenge. God does not write the names Of
all sinners alike.
stay all day in the churches praying.
except at little whites when wander
through the streets begging here and thers
Tor aims. Hark! There is the bell again.
II calls to prayer. Kind stranger merci-
ful stranger, peseta. a real. even a
euarto 20 help pay for a mass for the souI
OF my beloved child,