Juan Worth--was shot." Then the wretched mother threw up her hands, and with an awful cry fell to the ground.

It was hours ere she recovered consciousness, and consciousness only restored her to misery.
The distress of the father, the brother and sisters of the dead youth was submerged in the speechless despair of the mother.

She could not swallow food; she turned away from the the{sic} sympathy of all who loved her.

Even Isabel's caresses were received with an apathy which was terrifying.

With the severed curl of her boy's hair in her fingers, she sat in tearless, voiceless anguish.
Poor Antonia, weighed down with the double loss that had come to her, felt, for the first time, as if their condition was utterly hopeless.
The mental picture of her brother and her lover meeting their tragic death hand in hand, their youth and beauty, their courage and fidelity, was constantly before her.