The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-03-04


! Peter Bezewitz, Miller street
Restaurants.
! John Witko. Ridge cor. Weston avenue.
George Jurko, Main cor. Ridge street.
/ when I could have you. Love has no
I time to wait, loconante! foolish one.)
/ Kiss me! There! that will do. | have
brought Tinta. Pedro would have lent
me his own feet more willingly, but
{ Tinta's are prettier-and swifter. How
! the idol loves me! | promised to kiss
him on my return. Yes. on my re-
turn"
Lucky Pedro"
Good, droll, stupid Pedro"
And when do you return"
when you desert me for Sonora
Maidens."
Poor Pedro! And how long since
/ you ceased to love him."
Since | began loving you, foolish
/ one What question! oh, leave me
4 little breath for the flight. We must
/ gO,"
Take a fresh pony. Marta"
"Tinta never tires"
But we may be pursued"
we VIII strike across the desert,
! where the fat American horses can
/ not follow One day without water
/ and their tongues droop like dogs"
Mine will droop, too we had bet
ter Keep to the mountains. The sea-
son is dry"
The desert is safer. When the hare
seeks the Clenaga, the marsh in the
desert, the dove leads the way"
And Marta led the way; thro' noun
tain canon and over bright divide. where
/ fell the splendid starlight. singing, in
d the language of the conQuerors, cam
clones. brought from Spain. Toward
morning they rested under giant snar-
rows and when they awakened the sun
was blazing over Dragon Summit fill
/ ing with trembling heart waves the
arid valley Of the lower San Simon.
/ And now their ponies staggered over
the endless. parching sage. like ami
/ mails fording swift streams with un-
| certain footing. The suns RAYS had
! grown slanting and west miles before
/ the clump Of bushes that bOrdered the
clanaga came in view.
They had not tasted water since the
morning of the day before, so that their
tongues had swollen and grown thick
with thirst.
Marta no longer saw the sage brush.
She was dreaming of Sonora The
. clump of Shrubbery that hOrdered the
cienaga was an orange grove, and il
grew in Hermosillo. The pulsing of
. her own fever veins had become the
murmur of acequinOs. Cronin kept his
, eyes close to the ground to preserve
. reason and the realities of vision. as
. men look upward to keep their head
/ when crossing running water. AS they
. approached it CrOnin saw ravens rise
from the grove, and this told the story.
| The cienaga held no water and the car
casses of drought-stricken cattle showed
that none was near.
The baked ground lay parching in
great cracks. like a vast mOcking and
sinister countenanCe, grinning with
merriment over the grim joke of death
There was no longer trace of moisture
in what had recently been mud, but
above the cienaga green foliage still
waved, like flag of the thirst demon
Turing men and animals to their death
Marta rushed to some empty COW.
tracks, drinking face downward as il
from real pool. Then she gathered
the leaves of white willows and braided
them in her black hair, telling Cronir
they were orange blossoms he had
promised his bride. After this the water
madness seized, and she raved through.
out the night. Her delirium was toe
Spdl'ieh anu Dioheh ior Crorih 10 fol'
low
He tried to reassure her poor dishev.
ulcu pialn' ihehectuallE, because de-
lrium cannot comprehend
9ne leaIeu ne Would desert her Tor
the peautiiui Americana VINO had come
10 take MN from her'
mere Eer r'Vihgs TOOK tragic turn
She had lolled the wicked white Wo-
man. and produced dagger which she
s"ore was stained WIN her blood. But
now they We're married IN sonora and
hothlng nut ueath could ever happen
Crohln comprehended her 1eehly. The
mght wes TOO dark Tor nm to exam
Inc the dagger so ne tossed 1t on the
ground
lhrough the Whole nlsht ne hearo
the raVlngs OF the Mexican woman
ana the means or Ilnta as she died OF
thlrst' Al last DAY daWned ana Marta
leh asleep from sheer exhaustion
Iheh Crohih resolved 10 ieaVe her' anG
seek water IN the mountains beyond
Which was the ch9hce lor thelr llVes'
BY noon he was standing in the Dir,
he'd of the main canon. where the sanf
Law heaned in white hillocks and thf
eve recoiled from the binding glare m
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