The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-09-12

down The chief wss tn frst t. rea<h
the bottom. and fell 6pon his bo14.
which deadened my fA1f. canne< ny
how iork remained In ibis state but 4
fancy my faint must have lastpa two
hours. When / opened my eyes again,
found myself In utter darkness Ihaf
did not trouble me CRAFTY. a. ] bad a1out
me everything necessary to light : IRE:
Within few monents had light nne
was enabled to leok about ne. 80
lying at the bottom Of species OF fun-
mel. for the pit grew narrower 10 it, 90
scent. When I reached the noor Of tbs
cavern, / lay for more than half an hour
On the sand, exhausted, painting. unable
to make the slightest movement. foru-
nately for me this terrible condition did
not last long. for the refreshing air from
without. reaching me through the DasaEes
Of the cavern, recovered me. The ground
around me was covered With dead bodies,
and there had, doubles, been \ terrible
struggle sought in vain for The cofpses
of Dona Anita and her father. BREATH
ed again, and hope re-entered my heart
Those for whom bad given my hfe were
saved This thought RESTORED my eou7xe'
and | felt quite q different man ross
without any excessive difficulty, and. sup
porting myself on my rife, went toward
the mouth of the cavern, after removing
my stock Of provision. and taking two
powder horns from stores I had previous
ly cached No words can describe the
emotion / felt when, after painful walk
through the grotto, / at length reached
ha Mrr0 mn
more.
An hour later, mounted on my gcod
horse, | bent my steps toward houses
Ny journey was long one, and when
| reached Sonora the news / heard al
most drove me mad Don Sylvia de
Torres had been killed in the fight with
the Apaches, as was probably his dAugh-
ter. For month / lowered between hfe
and death When hardly convalescent, L
dragged myself to the house OF the only
man competent of giving me precise IN
formation. This man refused to recos-
nize me, although / had been intimate
with him for many years When | told
him my name he laughed in my face, and
when / insisted, he bad me expelled by
his poems, telling me that ! was mad,
tlat DOD 91dIl3al Was ucdA, anu 60 -
postor. l went away with rage and de-
spair in my heart After this all my
friends to whom | presented myself re-
fused to recognize me, so thoroughly was
the report of my death believed All the
efforts | attempted to dissipate this
alarming mistake and prove the falsehood
of the rumor were in vain, for too many
persons were interested in II being true,
on account of my large estates; and also,
suppose, through a fear OF injurIng the
man 10 whom | first applied-the only
living relation of the Torres family. What
more need l tell you? Disguised in every
way. heartbroken with grief. and recogniz-
ing the inutility Of the efforts had made
l left the town. and. mounting my horse,
returned to the desert, seeking the most
unknown spots and the most desolate re-
eions in which to hide myself"
Brother" Valentine said. gently, you
have forgotten to tell me the name OF that
Influential person who had you turned out
OF his house, and treated you as an i'm
postor.
THAT is true Don Martial answered
His name is Don Sebastian Guerrero,
and he is military governor Of the prov
ince Of Sonora
Don Martial cried the hunter, you
NAV thank heaven for decreeing that We
should meet in the desert, in order that
the punishment of this man should be
complete"
Ito be continued.)