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THE OATH OF VENGEANCE. estes v foes “Ob, God! they have murdered my father !” =a ae The Mexican boy stood silently by her side. He could not articulate one word. His tongue clove to the roof of his” mouth, | : “Pauwa Vallejo, be a woman,” hissed the pale girl between her teeth. “You are now left alone in the world. No mother, no father.” She stepped to the silent youth and clencied him by the hand. “ How -was the deed done? Tell me—tell me !” and a Jook of fierceness shot from her eyes. - He told her in broken accents, What be had witnessed ; how the rope had been dropped about his neck, and bis writhing body hurled into the air just as he was bidding them adicu before returning to bis daugbter. “This is the goblet they drank the wine from,” said Hum- fredo. “I caught it as the tigress flung it over the rocks,” “ Humfredo !” “ Senorita?” “ Will you be true to me?” -T will, as I believe in God and hope for his weet * Come.” They entered the house. She took wine and filled the delicate goblet. ‘Swear that you will assist me to visit upon these demons aretribution that will. be terrible to contemplate ; that you will follow me unswervingly and with fidelity ; and that you will not rest until our revenge is accomplished.” “T swear it by the Aztec blood that courses my veins ; by the rites of my ancestors; and by the love 1 bore my master, Jose Vallejo.” Drink.” — He drank the contents of the goblet, and ‘she shattered it. upon the floor, and its hundreds of delicate fragments lay re- flected in the sun that peered over the mountain-top, and fell with a mellow, tender light into the room where the bereaved maiden and the descendant of the Aztecs stood meditating their revenge. The sun ceased to cast her light upon the earth : the fra- gTraut breezes from the south kissed the brow of Pants Val- Jejo_ xs she stood in front of the hacienda, surrounded by a 7 silent. group of bet father’s Mexican atteadaots; the cossie- _ Comicbooks:. com: