El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-01-27

.rom which descends q fight OF steps.
Taking a candle from some lying scat
tered about the floor, she lights 1t ana
proceeds to descend. Round and round
we wind, and there at the bottom, his
head bound in blood stained bandage,
Is Ponsonby, evidently very seriously
hurt, looking deathly pale, but now
peacefully sleeping.
To say that we were thunderstruck
would be to put it family. AS neither
Agden nor myself can speak Spanish
or Tagalog, we cannot ask the lady, for
a lady she evidently is, judging by her
manner, her dress and jewels. She sat
on some pieces of wood, her face rest
ing on her hands, occasionally giving
vent to a sob. How the weary hours
passed that night with Agden and my
self attending on our injured friend l
could hardly tell. At length came the
dawn. and I went off in search of a
surgeon, after having assisted Agden
to get PonsOnby up the steps leading
from the crypt into the church. A
doctor was soon found and came with
all speed with me to the church. His
diagnosis was to the effect that Pom
sonby must have discovered the stair
case by some accident, had fallen down
it in the darkness and injured his head.
1t was impossible to say how severe
such injury might be. and, although he
had every hope of a rapid recovery, he
would not try to give us any false i'm
pressions An ambulance was soon on
the spot. our wounded friend placed in
side and we started for town, Agden
having kindly volunteered to do my
work in the field during my brief alb
sence. The journey to town was speed
lily accomplished, and l left Ponsonby
in the hands of the good sisters of the
San Juan de Dios hospital Meanwhile
had completely forgotten the senorita,
and it was not until 1 met Agden at
Malolos some three days after that
gave her thought Then 1 learned
that she had vanished as mysteriously
as she had appeared.
Meanwhile the campaign went on.
Weeks passed. The insurgents were
day by day being driven back. Pom
sonby had got out Of the hospital and
was recuperating in town, and as the
rainy season was in full swing and
nothing of importance was taking
place in the country Agden and my
self were also resting" We were
one evening sitting on the hotel veran-
da when Ponsonby walked up. After
few words of greeting he said:
"Well, boys, I'm sorry to leave you,
but am off tomorrow. My wife joins
me in 'chinchins.' Am bound for Cal
cutta and thence by P. and o. home"
"Your wifer' Agden and myself ex
claimed simultaneously.
Yes, my wife"
But we didn't know you were mar
RED"
mo, 1 don't suppose you did But
you remember the lady who found me
in the church at Malinto"
"Wen, I'm hanged" 1t was Agden
who spoke. 1 was practically dunn
and stood staring at Ponson-
by with all my eyes. Then man
aged to blurt out:
But how did she get into town.
81 really couldn't tell you. But she
came and saw me in the hospital.
How she ever found me in the church
don't know and have not yet mus
tered up sufficient Spanish to inquire"
We were sorry to lose Ponsonby,
who was always a. decent fellow. But
Agden will, have it that his brain was
affected by the fall into that curious
crypt. And Agden is probably right,
for, if not, why didn't Ponsonby in
vite us to his wedding?-Hongkon
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