Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1874-11-15
a TALE OF CUBAN VENGEANCE

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Spanish lover, lineal deseendent of the
fierce subduer Of the Aztecs, old Her
man COrteZ, was crossing the ocean Il
= claim his love. and great preparations
: for the event were going on at the Can
telvar mansion, whose foundation wal
: washed by the waters of the gulf
! lisa WIS very beautiful, and her ae
: cOmplishments were Of the highest or
der. The only child of man who wa
proud of his name and of his race; sht
4. had been petted, but l will not say
3 spoiled. Her jewels were as remsrka
, bic as her beauty, and it was rumoreC
that Senior Cantelvar had purchased
some of Elk Queen Isabella's gems FOL
I his daughters nuptials. The rumor wal
! pretty generally believed, and many
fashionable people went to the mansion
hoping to catch glimpse of the stones
J that had once glittered on the bosom O
royalty. But the cuTiOsity-seekers were
: disappointed; they saw no eX-Spanish
gems.
In due time a vessel landed that Gas.
lillian lover on Cuban soil, and the great
event-Isa's marriage its con-
. summation.
Among the many people who wit.
messed the lovers debarkatiOn was 9
tall, dark featured man, about forty
years of age. He was remarkably hand
some; his eyes were dark and lustrous,
and his mouth was shaded by the silk
en- hairs of a mustache. He wore the
undress uniform of a captain in the
Spanish navy, which was not needed to
give him a commanding appearance.
His whole bearing indicated firmness
of purpose, a stubbOrnness of will, that
would listen to no arguments, and 8
daring that would shrink from no IN
deTtaking.
He stood apart from all other people,
watching the debarkation of the Vul-
ture's passengers. The soft tropical
twilight hung over the island capital /;
but he could see the faces Of the passen-
gers quite distinctly.
Suddenly he started, and mechanically
his right hand clenched vengefully.
There was rising and falling of the
mustaehe, as if the unseen lips had
opened and closed again and the eyes
were assuming an animated brilliancy.
The cause OF this strange emotion was
a man who had just stepped upon the
pier. He stood scarcely twenty feet from
the captain, and his face was plainly
| diseernible.
the stamp of nobility on his face, and
bore a resemblance to certain portraits of
| COrteZ still eXtant. He was watching
the debarkatiOn of numerous trunks that
| bore the name of Don Cortez d. Alvaro.
| But by the by he turned away, and
| hailed the driver Of violante.
ut is he!" muttered the captain,
speaking audible for the first time. HE
| is the chosen lover of Senorita Isa
His trunks are full of jewels, no doubt"
And 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 earelessly, as it
were, but noticed everything, and all at
once he burst forth with
"Five trunks full of jewels Why,
they would make don of Calevar."
A moment later he. walked away,
closely followed by dwaTfish man who
had the peculiar gait of sailor. Though
the captain walked fast the sailor gained
on him, and as he was about to enter
one OF the aristOcratic hotels Of the city,
g hand touched his elbow.
The tall man turned quickly, and
peeped down TO the distorted face.
"And so you are here?" he said. in
melodiOus Spanish. "Where have you
been?n
''To the wharf"
The captains eyes glistened.
"He came
with five trunks full of jewels for
his bride"
"But she never wears them"
"NO.n
"Good Come to my room, 1 want to
show you something
The two men passed into the narrow
hall and assembled a stairway to room
In the center of this apartment stood
table, on which lay an elegant sword of
genuine Toledo workmanship. On the
sheath, elegantly worked, was the name
OF "CalevaT," and the blade bore the
inscription: "FTom the queen to Gale
var" Above the single bed hung the1
gorgeous dress uniform of Spanish ma
val commander, pair Of splendid boots
stood near the table.
All this was revealed when the room
was lighted up, and Calevar threw him.
self into S chair beside the table, and
drew paper from an inner pocket,
UnrOlling it, he disclosed to the ewes
of the dWarf-Who,lp erched upon stool,
was bending over the table like a mon
key-the complicated plan Of the house.
"Here is the gull, said Calevar, touch
ing q shaded place with his finger, "and
here is the entrance to the house. You
viii wait for me here. You see I have
designated the exact spot. You cannot
miss it. Long ago, some persons-Can-
telvar's father, perhaps-dTOve a huge
staple into the wall. 1t is there. See il q
You cannot miss it. 1t is beneath that
staple that you will wait for my signal"
The dwarf looked up, smiled hideously
and nodded.
'fCan't you fail, senior csptain?''
Fail? NoW said Calevar. 81 know
the interior Of the house. I can go d.
Iectly to the treasure-r0om, and, so sure
SIS there is a God in heaven, I'll show
you the girls jewels on my desk. She
wouldn't marry Calevar. If she mar
lies d. Alvaro, she will be jewelless.
All this, Domargo, is Calevar's re-
venger'
He laughed devilishly, and in that
laugh the chsttering of the dwarf Joined.
Then several bottles of wine were pro-
duced from sideboard, and the twain
drank long and deep.
1t was midnight when Domargo, the
sailor dwarf, left the room. He stole out
quietly, for Calevar was asleep. The
wine had affected him.
''For twelve years Domargo hasserved
Calevar," said the dwarf, when he again
found himself in the deserted streets.
"He has sailed with him to other worlds,
hiding his time. That time is very near
at hand. Calevar does not think that
DOmargo is the brother Of the little girl !
he made his wife in Barcelona, and then |
murdered on shipboard "
The last words, full ofhellish revenge,
dropped in misses from the repulsive
lips Of the dwarf, and at last he lost
himself among the shipping in the har-
Dor.
And Calevsr, the revepgeful, the COW
etOus, the rejected lover OF lisa Cantel- |
var, slumbered on, never dreaming that |
the dwarf who had served him for
twelve years was delivering him over to /
q fate, from the contemplation of which
the mind shrunk with horror.
1t was the night before lisa Cantelvsrs
The hour was twelve, and Havana
slept on the edge Of the gulf.
Not a sound cSme from the old house
so soon to resound with marriage
music, and with the groans of one
doomed to living death.
The fair lisa, no doubt, was sleeping
away her maiden hours, for the day
soon to dawn was to see her bride be-
fore it departed.
The sky was covered with OPAQUE
clouds. Not star was visible, for the
lifts, if there were any, were as black
Is the clouds.
Therefore, the crouehing figure that .
,rossed the flower garden was not per-
,eived. II seemed man, yet it had the
notion of an animal.
1t paused before a small door in the !
astern wing of the Cantlevar mansion