Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1901-10-17
A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY
CHAPTER XIV.

Lois arose at daylight, with night
! formed determination in her mind. She
believed that ere he turned his face to
! the south Weston would come once
more within view of the rancho. if
only to look afar upon the building
where they had met. She dressed hur-
riedly. called one of the poems even
then astir and ordered her horse sad
| died Long before Allyn had taught
her to ride and one OF the numerous
gentle ponies about the place had been
designated as her animal. Not wait
ing for so much as cup of coffee. she
mounted from the platform built for
that purpose and started toward the
river. She recognized even then that
she was on wild-goose chase, but it
was some relief to her to be decreasing
! the distance between them by ever 50
little. There was no dew-there sell
dom is on the Rio Grande-and the
| ninty soil of the prairie rang under the
rapid hoofbeats Of the quick little steed.
In many places the constant winds had
| blown the ground bare of all heritage
and tiny dust circles rose and whirled
away. There was life in the cool, crisp
dry air and the blood mounted to her
cheeks in the swift gallop. Her tawny
hair. loosened by the motion so that it
hung almost to her shoulders, her wide
sombrero tilted backward her 1.-THE
graceful swaying to each leap of the
horse, one small boot fitted neatly into
the stirrup. one gauntleted hand held
low with the reinS, sitting easily and
carelessly, she seemed some divinity of
that far, wild country as she swept
along
Reaching the American bank of the
river and pausing at the beginning of
the ford, she placed her right hand to
her eyes and under it explored the OPP
posite bank just then beginning to
show the gold OF the sun which had
risen behind her. She looked long and
fruitlessly. Once she thought that she
saw a movement in the chaparral, but
gazing more intently all was still Once
she thought she heard a movement in
the underground behind her, but deem
ing it only the rustic of some small an
imal did bot turn her head. On either
side of the path by which she had come
the cactus and catclaw grew to the
waters edge. Indeed it was within five
feet of her on either hand as she sat in
hope OF seeing her lover was vain, she
slipped lightly down, unwound the
stake rope from the horn of the saddle
and permitted the pony 10 walk into
the water for his morning drink. Stand
ing thus and idly swinging the rope to
and fro, her thoughts far away with the
lonely man riding toward the interior
of that unknown country, she heard
again the rustic behind her and wheel
ed instantly.
Still holding to the rope and startled
but not frightened she confronted a
small, dark man, dressed in the eX-
tremity Of the gaudy Mexican fashion.
At the same instant on either side of
the trail a dozen of his companions
rose. In silence each of them lifted his
sombrero and bowed gravely, each of
them said in concert, "Buenas dias,
Sonora" each of them replaced his hat,
each of them placidly blocked the path.
The small man spoke in fair Eng
lish but slowly;
"Senor Vavara, at the Senora's SER
vice. We have watched the Sonora for
several days. Her wanderings have
taken her toward the river. The river
belongs as much to the true people as
to the Americanos. The Sencra's hus-
band is responsible for a recent attack
on us. He caused the death of our lieu
tenant. the brave Weston. and of one,
Juan CARA, a man OF mine. No harm
will come to the Sonora; | beg her to
believe that; I, Ramon Vavara, have
said it," He pointed to his breast dra-
matically. But the Sonora will come
with us in all honor. Surely the Senior,
her husband, will pay ransom for her.
For whom do you take me?' The
girls voice was thick and her face q
dead white, but her bearing undaunted
Vavara smiled showing brilliantly
white teeth. and bowed again even
more subsequently than before
For la Sonora Glynn. 1t is so ur-
questionably."
ut is not so. My name Is English
Lois English-the Senorita English.
Vavaras knowledge Of the language
was limited. but he saw chance for a
lest He smiled even more broadly and
said:
"The Sonora is English that Is so
withcut doubt; but she must come with
MS. patriots must live as well as other
men. Besides the brave Senior Weston
anu the VI ave 'Ial "a aA4Ao1 Nv ItA'NA $3.50
But I tell you
He waved his hand deprecatinglya and
she paused.
"The Sonora Will have much time Tor
tax hereafter. Time presses
He turned to his men with slight
nod. Instantly four Of them closed
round her. A scarf was slipped over
her eyes and knotted behind her head
She remained passive knowing the
uselessness Of resistance. To struggle
or scream would have been fruitIess
| She saw the error that had been mace
/ and retained control Of herself snili-
I GENTLY TO know that It would be clear
/ "a up shortly. She felt herself lifted
/ to her saddle. A moment afterwarq
\ Vavara mounted upon a black steed
/ brought 10 him from the chaparTai near
/ bv and seized her bridle-Tein. She
| heard him give a command and then
I the splashing Of the water under the
hoofs Of her horse. She gathered from
1 the sounds that the mounted leader led
the way, while his men waded beside
her, the river to their middles. The