The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-12-04
"Fail +? No !" said Calevar. know


show you the girls jewels on my own
deck. She wouldn't marry Calevar. II
she marries D'Alvaro, she will do so
jewelless. All this, Domargo, is
Calevar's revenge !"
He laughed devilishly. and in that
laugh the chattering of the dwarf
Joined. Then several bottles of wine
were produced from q sideboard, and
the twain drank long and deep.
IT was midnight when Domargo, the
sailor dwarf, left the room. He stole ont
quietly, for Calevar was asleep. The
wine had affected him.
f" For twelve years Domago has
served Calevar," said the dwarf, when
he again found himself on the deserted
streets. "He has sailed with him to
other worlds biding 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 ship
board"
The last words, full of hellish re-
venge, dropped in misses from the re-
pulsive lips of the dwarf, and at last
he lost himself among the shipping in
the harbor.
And Calevar, the revengeful, the COW
etous. the rejected lover of Isa Cantel-
var, slumbered on, never dreaming that
the dwarf who had served him so faith
fully for twelve years, was delivering
him over to a fate, from the contempla-
tion of which the mind would shrink
with horror
1t was the night before Isa Cantel-
vars wedding.
The hour was twelve, and Havana
slept on the edge of the Gulf.
Not a sound came from the old house
so soon to resound with marriage mu-
sic, and with the groans of one doomed
to living death.
The fair lisa, no doubt, was sleeping
away her last maiden hours, for the day
soon to dawn was to SEQ her bride be-
fore it departed.
The sky was covered with opaque
clouds. Not star was visible, for the
riffs, if there were any, were as black as
the clouds.
Therefore, the crouching figure that
crossed the flower garden was not per-
ceived. II seemed man, yet it had
the motion of an animal.
It paused before low door in the
eastern wing of the Cantelvar mansion
and listened.
The wash of the waves against the
walls WAS the only sound that came to
the solitary being. Then it struck the
door twice, and the portal opened noise
lessly, and closed again. But the night
prowler was not to be seen without ; he
was within the mansion.
The person who had admitted him
seemed to be small man. The person
admitted was tall and wore mask that
effectually concealed his features.
"You can find your way now?" asked
the traitor.
eyes give me the light"
The dark taper was placed in his
hands.
"You have the keys" said the traitor.
MAY the Virgin speed you / will be
at the wharf. We sail tonight"
eyes, tonight. Be there u
A moment later the tall man moved
of, leaving the other watching him and
his light.
More than one ling corridor the
masked one travelled, and the silence OF
death was about him. His feet gave
forth no sound, for they were encased
in nothing but short Cuban hose, and
there were no obstacles in his path.
The ornamented butts of the pistols
visible Just above his belt told that he
was prepared for on emergency, and his
lett hand clutched the hilt of dagger
whose blade was hidden in his sleeve.
At last he paused before door much
smaller than any he had encountered il
the b use, and its heavy locks told that
it led to a room where valuable treasure
lay.
The mask listened a long time at the
door before he tried to open it. He
/ knew that he was underground, for the
stone floor on which he stood was quite
damp, and tbe walls about him wee
covered with icy sweat. The curiously
shaped key that he drew from his pocket
opened the little door, and the night
prowler found himself in a small room
Closing the door gently he soon pro
duced a stronger light, and the glare
that suddenly dazzled his eyes almos
sent him to the floor.
A table stood in the center of tin,
treasure room, and on that table were
the treasures for which he had seem
ingly entered the Cantelvar mansion.
There were necklaces of diamonds an(
tiaras OF rubies; bracelets of pearls an,
pins of emeralds; head dresses of beatel
gold, studded with precious stones, ant
rings whose value seemed incalculable
He stood before Isa Cantelvar's wed
ding gifts
About him on the floor was the oil,
Cubans wealth-coffers full of doub
looms, safes well stored with preciou
stones. The five small trunks whicl
Capt. Calevar had noticed on the pie
were there, but they were empty. TIL
jewels they had carried across th
ocean ghttered on the table.
For many minutes the mask stared a
the array Of wealth, and then, as if {,
test the reality of things. he arproache,
and took up costly necklace.
She shall never wear this I" he sai
after moments inspection, and then th
costly bauble disappeared beneath hi
doublet.
A tiara of beautiful mbes followe
the necklace. and then rings. brace ct
and other rich personal ornaments dis
appeared. He discarded many ric
things with the discrimination Of