A report has come from Mexico concerning the doings of three revolutionary soldiers who visited a ranch, which was the property of an American spinster and her two nieces. The girls are pretty and charming, but the aunt is somewhat elderly and much faded, though evidently of a dauntless spirit. The three soldiers looked over the property and the three women, and then declared that they were tired of fighting, and had decided to marry the women and make their home on the ranch.
The two girls were greatly distressed and terrified, but even in their misery they were unselfish.
"We are but two helpless women," they said in effect, "and if we must, we bow to our cruel fate. But please--oh, please--spare our dear auntie. Do not marry her."
At this point, their old-maid relation spoke up for herself:
"Now, now, you girls--you mind your own business. War is war."