In Honor Bound Filming Locations

The little Mexican girl was in love with the American engineer, and she bravely and boldly told the Mexican who loved her. But the Mexican was vindictive and vain and once he stole into her shack when she was alone, grasped her roughly by the arm and attempted to force his dagger into her throat. Her cries were heard by an American tourist, who at once came to her assistance and forced the Mexican from the shack. He disappeared before the group that was attracted by the sounds of the struggle, and the girl never saw her benefactor. Sometime later they returned to the east, she and her American husband. He had succeeded, comparatively, and his Mexican wife gave him much time and interest to charity and benevolence. He took to gambling in stocks; and one day when he entered the room and she presented a contribution list for something or other, asking for his mite, he silently and solemnly pushed a letter toward her, a note from his brokers, informing him that his speculations were wiped out, and even his house may have to be sold to meet his creditor's demand. The little wife was broken-hearted, but bravely tried to cheer her husband, and failing pitifully, she left the room. He noticed the contribution list on the table, and from that his eye went to the newspaper next to it. "James Burden, the Multi-Millionaire, interested in Charity." Then the idea came; it was daring, it was wrong, and he knew it: but he was desperate. He would call on the millionaire, ask for a contribution, and then copy his signature and forge a check. All of which he did. Eventually he was arrested, and his wife went to plead with the millionaire for leniency. But he obstinately refused to grant any clemency, and she returned in despair. Her Italian housekeeper heard and knew all and, leaving a note that in order to save the master she would kill his prosecutor, she left silently for the millionaire's home. It was just by accident that the woman discovered that the finger marks on the contribution list handed to her husband with the millionaire's signature was the same as that left on the dagger that her unknown champion had snatched from the Mexican's hands out in the west. She knew then he was the man who had saved her life, and at once started for his home to ask again whether he would not also save her happiness. She entered the house to find her servant creeping upon the sleeping form of the millionaire, weapon brandished in air, ready to strike death to the sleeper. She grappled with the servant for possession of the knife, and during the struggle the sleeper awoke and instinct matched his pistol and Bred, The little Mexican woman fell. A moment later she was no more, and her death earned her husband's liberty.