The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1904-09-11
CHAPTER Xxx.
Doubts and Fears.

The next morning, while we were on
the road. I managed to ride apart with
Mr.. Melrose for while, and recount 10
him what I had heard the evening be-
fore. lie appeared not to be surprised
at what told him
I had hesitated about speaking Of his
brothers death. for fear the shock TO
hts nervous system, in hiss wesk condi-
ton. might be too great Tor him; but
he drew me out and would hear all I
knew. More than once, though. I saw
his eyes fash, and his teeth hard set,
as was his way when greatly irritated.
Still. when he spoke, it was more in
sorrow than anger.
II have always believed that my
brother was murdered" lie said. For
this crime Don Carlos shouli be made to
suffer. but vengeance is not mine"
THE mischief cannot be undone," I
replied.
NO, not undone now he said. as IL
recalling thoughts which were painful
TO him. But my brothers child-she
shall escape himi God helping me.
will do what can to prevent him from
ever gaining control over her again"
II trust you may" I replied. but you
Mexico for years. and it is home to her
You cannot think it strange II you find
that she has some love for the country.
for the people she has been with. and
for the friends she has made"
yes. yes. to be sure" he said. But
she Is a child, Mr.. Harvey-an mex
perienced child. 1 should have kept her
with me in New York when she was
-
allowed her 10 return to this accursed
country. where men are so treacherous,
where there is 50 much corruption.
She was like a daughter TO me. I
never had daughter-only her. It was
the old love I had for her. and the recol-
lection OF the past, which brought me
back 10 save her. She is well meaning
she would do what IS right did she but
know.
But women are so often unfortunate
in their friendships. and in their love,
too. sometimes. Those who are self
sacrificing. those who are the truest and
best women we have. too often throw
themselves away. She IS like her moth
er. affectiOnate and cOnhding. You do
not know her yet, Mr.. Harvey"
His tone and bearing were so unlike
what il had been before, when 1 had
talked with him, that he seemed like a
different man. True, his sickness and
the hardships of the past few days had
been very severe on him; but now that
there was a probability Of meeting his
niece. had hoped to see him brighten
somewhat
He had not even looked up as we were
talking but rode sadly and Istlessly at
my side. his head bent forward over his
horses neck I could see how feeble il
was, and it occurred to me that II would
have been well If we had remained
longer at Tlaxcala for him to recover his
strength somewhat; but the day was
clear and pleasant, the road good, we
Travelled slowly, and we had not long
ride before US.
Then, when we reached Ia Puebla he
could have better care. with a nights
rest, though I slept little, I felt almost
myself again. There was every reason
why we should reach our destination IS
soon as possible.
Il am not well, Mr.. Harvey" he said,
after a little
could see that ne was not we'll; hut
the way IL. y-hich he said IL, and the pa
thetic EXPRESSION Of his face. caused me
TO have a great deal Of sympathy Tor
him.
You will have rest and care at La
Puebla." l said. From what have