The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-12-04
CALEVAR.
A Tale OF Cupan Vengeance.

telvar, the wealthy belle of Havana,
was no secret in the Cuban capital. Her
Spanish lover, hneal descendant of
the fierce subduer of the Aztecs, old
Herman Cortez, was crossing the ocean
to claim his love. and great preparations
for the event were going on at the Can
telvar mansion, whose foundation was
washed by the waters of the gulf.
lisa was very beautiful, and her ac-
complishments were of the highest
order. The only child of a man who
was proud of his name and of her face
she had been petted but / will not say
spoiled. Her jewels were as remark
able as her beauty, and it was rumored
that Senior Cantelvar had purchased
some of ex-Queen Isabella's gems for
his daughters nuptials. This rumor
was pretty generally believed, and many
fashionable people went to the mansion
hoping to catch glimpse of the stones
that had once glittered on the bosom of
royalty. But the curiosity seekers were
disappointed; they saw no ex-Spanish
gems.
In due time, q vessel landed the Cas-
ilian lover on Cuban soil, and the great
event-Isa's marriage-neared its con-
summation.
Among the many people who had wit
messed the lovers debarkation, was a
tall, dark featured man, about forty
years of age. He was remarkably
handsome his eyes were dark and lus-
trous, and his mouth was shaded by
the silken hairs of a mustache. He
wore the undress uniform of Captain
in the Spanish navy, which was not
needed TO give him a commanding ap-
pearance. His whole bearing indicated
frmness of purpose, stubbornness of
will, that would listen TO no arguments,
and daring that would shrink from no
undertaking.
He stood apart from all other people
watching the debarkation of the Vul-
| lures passengers. The soft tropical
! twilight hung over the island capital /;
but he could see the faces of the pas
sengers quite distinctly.
Suddenly he started, and mechanic
ally his right hand clenched vengefully.
There was a rising and falling of the
mustache, as if the unseen lips had
opened and closed again, and the eyes
were assuming an animated brilliancy.
The cause of this strange commotion
was man who had just stepped upon
the pier.
He stood scarcely twenty feet from
the Captain, and his face was plainly
discernible.
A handsome man he was. There was
the stamp of nobility on his face, and
he bore resemblance to certain por-
! traits OF Cortez still extant. He was
watching the debarkation of numerous
| trunks that bore the name of Don Cor
tez d'Alvaro.
But by and by he turned away, and
hailed the driver of violante.
cit is he - muttered the Captain,
speaking audibly for the first time.
He is the chosen lover of Senorita Isa.
His trunks are full of Jewels no doubt. y
And then a develish laugh rippled
over the unseen lips.
He watched the violante until it van
ished from sight, when he walked for
ward and began TO inspect the trunks.
They numbered quite score, and some
were small but heavily bound. He
walked among them carelessly as it were,
but noticed everything, and all at once
he burt forth with
Give trunks full of Jewels Why
they would make don out of Gale.
val"
A moment later he walked away,
closely followed by dwarish man who
had the peculiar gait of the sailor.
Though the Captain walked fast, the
sailor gained on him, and as he was
about to enter hotel hand touched
his elbow.
The tall man turned quickly, and
peered down into the distorted face.
And SO you are here ?" he said il
melodious Spanish. Where have you
been ?"
"To the wharf"
The Captains eyes glistened-
He came"
With five trunks OF Jewels for his
bride"
"But she shall never wear them."
No."
Good Come to my room. want
to show you something"
The two men passed into the narrow
hall and ascended stairway to room
In the center of this apartment stood {
table on which lay an elegant sword o
genuine Toledo workmanship. On tn,
sheath, elegantly worked, was th,
name Calevar," and the blade Dor,
the inscription : '' From the Queer
to Calevar." Above the single bee
hung the gorgeous dress uniform of
Spanish naval commander, and
pair of splendid boots stood under th'
table.
All this was revealed when the room
was lighted up, and Calevar threw him
self into a chair beside the table, an,
drew paper from an inner pocket.
Unrolling it he disclosed to the eye
of the dwarf-who perched upon
stool was bending over the table lik
monkey-the complicated plan Of
house.
"Here is the Gulf" said Calevar
touching a shaded place with his finger
You will wait for me here. You see
have designated the exact spot. Yo-
cannot miss it. Long ago, some per
son-Calevar's father perhaps--drove
huge staple into the wall. IL is there
See it. You cannot miss il. It is be
; meath that staple that you will await 70
my signal.
The dwarf looked mp, and smilin
hideously, nodded.
Cant you fail, senor Captain ?"