Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 77: what you’re looking at

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KINDRED SPIRITS. %9 to her in her broken English, in such pleasant tones and with such sympathizing words, that the heart of Fanny Buttress (for she was the young American) at once warmed to ler. When the group separated, Dolores obtained pernission to accompany the captive to her cell, and to remain with her a while. ) Be When they were alone, and the door was locked upon them, she asked her new friend who she was, and how she came to be there. “I am the daughter of an American officer,” replied Fanny, “We were captured by a number of Mexicans, but I do not know why we were made prisoners, or for what purpose we are kept here. I think we might have escaped, but there was a cowardly captain with us, who was so careful to save himself, that he ran away and left us as soon as we were in danger. If it had been Lieutenant Bent, I know that he would not have deserted us.” “Who is it that you speak of, sefiorita ?” “Of Lieutenant Bent, a brave and handsome young officer of our army, who loves me dearly, I think.” “ And you love -him, sefiorita, or you would not speak so highly of him. Perhaps he is not far from you now.” “What do you mean? He hag gone to: Santa Fe. “Three Americans have heen captured and brought to the pueblo, of whom one is a young officer, and I know that his name is Bent, because I asked himif he was a son of the new governor.” , Xx “Where is he ?” eagerly asked Fanny. “TI do not know. He was confined in the pueblo, but he has been taken to some other place, and I can learn nothing about him.” . | “You increase my sadness, J fear that he is a prisoner, like myself, in trouble and unable to aid me. He may be doomed, as I am, to some uncertain and terrible fate, for I do not know what is to become of me here. I have been told, in & very mysterious manner, that I am destined to a glorious death, but L know nothing about it, except that I am to div.” “Oh, my dear sefiorita !” exclaimed Dolores, “.I have a hor-— “ble thought. Iam afraid to speak it, but must. When the Indian woman went to bring you out from here, she conichooks.conn