dying man caused even the cheek of the fearless Inez to blanch. She
who scorned danger, and knew not fear, could not witness with out
a pang the sufferings of another. She moaned in very sympathy, and
stroked gently back the straight raven hair, now clotted with blood.
The exertion necessarily made proved fatal; the breathing grew short
and painful, the pulse slow and feeble. Appealing was the look which
the wounded one bent on Inez: he strove to utter his wishes, but,
alas, it was indeed too late. The blood gushed anew from his side,
crimsoning bandage and couch, and dyeing Inez's dress. Dr. Bryant took
one of the cold hands and pressed it kindly. Mañuel opened his eyes,
and looked gratefully on one who had at least endeavored to relieve
him. Convulsively the fingers closed over his physician's hand; again
he turned his face to Inez, and with a groan expired.

Frank took the lifeless form from her arms, and laying it gently back
upon the pillow, closed the eyes forever, and covered the face.

No words, save "Holy Mary!" escaped the Don's lips, as he quitted the
room of death.

Inez's lips Quivered, and the convulsive twitching of her features
plainly indicated her grief at this mournful parting with the playmate
of her youth--with her affianced husband. Yet the large dark eyes were
undimmed: and her tone calm, as though the "King of Terrors" were not
there in all his gloom.

"Inez, I sympathize with you in this affliction, and sincerely regret
that the fatal wound was inflicted by one of my nation. Yet the past
is irretrievable, though painful, and many are, like you, bereft of
friends and relatives. Inez, in your hours of gloom and sadness can