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necessary that we should have legal authority to obtain loans, maintain the army in the field, and many other such things vital to our cause. Austin is to go to the United States.

2 I wonder that the Americans per

like a god, with his great stature, and his bright, strong face. One cannot think of him as of a common mortal. Indeed, I will confess that I could onl

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in eighteen twenty-nine, told Poinsett to offer five millions for Texas. I went to Washington that year, and proposed to revolutionize Texas. I declare to you that the highest men in the land were of my mind. Only last July President Jackson offered an additional half million dollars for the Rio Grande boundary; and Mr. Secretary Forsyth said, justly or unjustly, by hook, or by crook, Texas must become part of our country. We have

see men catching them on their lips. They are in their eyes, and their walk. Their hands say them. The up-toss of their heads says them. When they go into battle they w

ing of race was also strong in him, and he could not help regretting that liberty must come to Texas through an alien people-"heretics,

ston, but he declined. And we want him most of all, both as

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s. Jack is the darling of the camp. Ah, what a happy soul he has! One

Senorita Anto

irl, so sweet, so wise; she is a miracle! If I loved not I

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lter of one of the Panchos. You should have heard the padre threaten them with the anger

s. Is Senor Parades with you? and Perez Mexia? Say to them I keep the vow I made in their behalf. Farew

happiness, and he described the midnight meal and the Senora's amiability with the utmost freedom from anything unpleasant. Rachela's interference he treated with scornful indifference; and yet it affe

almost glad the norther was still blowing. It would give her another day's respite; and "so many things happen as the clock g

eways, and compelled him to make undignified haste. And such little things affect the mental poise and mood! The Senora smiled at the fun

leful countenance, saying, as h

ora, cheerfully-a mood she had assumed a

. Several of our holy brothers have endured the last extremity. These wolves will even enter the city, a

might attack the

ronger than they. She h

a! Listen to Fray Ignatius! He says we must go to the convent-the he

not molest him. That is certain. As for the convent it is impossible. My father forbade it. If the Am

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ve you f

nd my soul. There is no

to my face! She is near to being anathema! She is not your daughter! She is bewitched. Some ev

ia, that you carried in your breast, and that loves you better than life. Pe

her and sister she hastened to them; but Fray Ignatius steppe

h her, to give her food, or water, or sympathy, until she h

er are the same," said the Senora, and she gave her hand to Antonia. "If

good of Antonia's sinful soul, I comm

sin and the punishment with her. The Holy M

ped swiftly to it, and putting her daughte

elf to act with an imprudence most unusual. He had allowed the Senora to find out her own moral strength,

is to be done to-day, except to see Rachela. Saint Joseph! if these American heretics were only in my p

ay, that he sincerely believed it to be a holy hatred. The foes of the church, he regarded as the foes of God; and

to the convent for safety. "These infidels of Americans give to women the honor they should give to God and Holy Church,"

the position Dr. Worth held among his countrymen, he resolved to induce his wife and daughters to seek refuge w

the smile on the face of Fray Sarapiam, and the warning against self-confidence he would receive from his

s regarded her. She flung herself at the foot of her altar, weeping and beating her breast in a passion of self-accusation and contrition. Certainly,

breathing was almost suffocation. She looked with a piteous entreaty at Isabel. Her little sister had taken a seat at the extremity of the room away from her. She watched Antonia w

not a movement made, not a word uttered. The girls waited shivering with cold, si

sinned; you have made me sin also. Alas! Alas

e committed no sin. Is it a sin to obey

hat have you

efused. My father made me promise to do so. Is no

t of God. He says we ought to go to the convent. H

one. Tell mi madre if

, and with the kisses, she said boldly: "Mi madre, we will not go to the convent. Not any of us. It is a dreadful

ay! I must be alone. I must think. I must p

but flight, or uncompromising submission to Fray Ignatius, remained for her. She knew only too well how miserable her life could be made; what moral torture could

e and shivering, over the dying embers, and it was she who first uttered the fear Anton

joy of the sympathy it included. For thought is rapid in such crucial moments, and she had decided that even f

time no table was laid, and no preparations made for the meal. Then Antonia went into the kitchen. She took with her food, and cooked it. She brought wood into the parlor, and made up the fi

tious care to her comfort; but Isabel had rolled herself up in a wadded silk coverlet an

I thought Fray Ignati

e cannot turn the flour into dust, and the meat into stone.

t. Ah! you have made me a custard

new that their only hope lay in the immediate attack of the American force, and its success; and she did

appy. A very sad business is life. I ca

dear mother, who this morning stood between us and Fray Igna

Naturally they do not get all they want. What do they do? Fight, and get killed. Then they go

less clear-visioned. But when she awoke at the gray dawn of the next day, she awoke with a different spirit. She had regained herself. She rose quietly, and looked out towards the city. The black flag from the Alamo and the Missions hun

n-came with the crack of rifle s

king the city! Our father will fight his way back to his home! Fray Ignatius can not come to-day. Oh, I a

ed Isabel, clasping her crucif

her, that his angel may overs

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gh to make them. Hark! there are the drums, and the trumpets, and the gallop of the cava