The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-12-04

lapidary, and when he was about to
turn away, he laughed.
81 cant take any of your doubloons,
Senor Cantelvarp p he said. "They are
very pretty, very good, but your daugh-
ter's wealth is more portable. i que 8
i carry about four hundred thousand
doubloons' worth of pebbles on my per-
son. Ha ha Isa wouldn't marry CAL
evar |"
He put his hand on the door, when
the slightest of noises startled him.
"Calevar -
At the sound of his name he turned
quickly, and faced six men with drawn
pistols.
Had they sprung from the floor of the
treasure room?
There stood old Senior Cantelvar, and
his lips were still quivering with the
name just spoken.
Beside the Cuban stood the youth who
had lately landed from the Vutture.
The mask did not drop his taper and
turn for fight. On the contrary, he
said, "Well !" and looked into the
muzzles of the pistols without a
tremor.
"We know you !" said Senor Can
telvar.
"And L know you!' was the re-
ioinder.
"You came thither for the wedding
gifts"
"And / have got them l'
Do you expect to keep them ?"
No--n0t now y
"Advance and put them on the
table"
Calevar advanced without hesitation,
and his hand crept to his bosom. But
II did cot draw a single diamond thence.
1t came forth empty, but the next in
stant it was filed by the butt of a pistol.
He raised it quickly, and Senor Cantel-
var went to the floor.
The next momentth there were sounds of
struggling in the treasure room, and
when they grew still Calevar, with the
mask stripped from his handsome Span
ish face, sat in great iron arm m-chair.
Strong ropes bound him TO the seat,
and iron bands fastened his feet to the
floor.
The table groaned beneath the most
palatable of Cuban viands, and a rich
candelabrllm, suspended from the cell
ing, revealed the sumptuous board.
There was numerous bottles of Spanish
and island wines on the table but he
could not touch one with his outstretch-
ed arm. Piled up on either side of him
were chests of Spanish doubloons, and
the doors of iron safes were open reveal
ing the glittering wealth of more than
one mine. He groaned when he compre-
hended his situation, iAld then he cursed
till his tongue refused to blaspheme
longer
"This is your fate Capt. Calevar, -
said Senor Cantelvar's well known
voice. You sought wealth and you
have it. What you see is yours. You
are welcome to take it away You'll
find the wine the best. There are two
bottles of your favorite Catalonia, and
two of thirty-five year Madeira. Pleas
and dreams to you, Senor Captain p
The silence that followed was awful.
" If Domargo knew this - cried Gale.
var. Holy Virgin where is the
dwarf?"
A hellish laugh answered him.
"Dormargo is here !" said the dwarf
voice He is Vinities brother Ha
ha ! ha Good-by Captain The Sea
Cross will sail this time without you"
Betrayed !" groaned the doomed
man, and for the first time his bravery
deserted him.
! He tainted in the iron chair.
The next day there was the sound OF
merry voices far above him. Angels
seemed to be singing to him in hell.
BY and by the sounds ceased. IsG
! Cantelvar was bride
/ No sounds now but the wash of the
gulf waves against the walls of the trea
sure room.
Days came and went.
The bottles on the table grew moldy
the oranges rotted the delicacies spoil
ed the candelabrum's light went out
but there was grinning man in the iror
chair. The Sea Cross sailed away with
ont him.
A year ago that terrible room wal
opened. A skeleton seated in an iroI
chair told the story of Cuban vengeance