Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-11-22
Wen Just insert that little notice. and

poor fool Of a Cuban, together with the
jewelry he has sent, and, presto, my
boy! you are out Of the whole affair
in no time. We won't need Meigs then;
he's a dunderhead: aud you can still
60 on with your work"
Fred, though ut first doubtful, fell in
with this idea, and the programme was
fully carried out.
The announcement, beginning Sud
den death Of an estimable young lady,"
was really quite pathetic, and so tick
led Fred's fancy that his nervousness
vanished rs Wednesday and Thursday
passed. He became so absorbed in
other things, that when on Friday, n
wild-eyed, haggard, fo~reignlooklng nan
Of thirty-hve burst into The sanctuln.
with q paper in his hand, Fred looked
up serenely, then recognized, with an
appalling thrill, that 1t was the Cuban,
from the photograph the latter had
sent. .
The editor had just gone out to take
some liquid refreshment with a big
advertiser, who had congressional as
pirations, and probably would not be
back for half an hour. Fred realized
that he had to face his own particular
lion alone.
"Rossville News-ees 1t here?' asked
the stranger In q somber tone.
"Well-a-l'm not sure" Fred hesl-
tated whether to frankly OWL up or
ANONYMOUSLY flee.
"E-et must be. I was so told. Senior
have you see Zat?'
He pointed to the notice in the paper
he held and watched Fred a~nxiously.
'"Zat-zat-" His voice was pro-
foundIy melancholy. "Oh, senior! l
am desolate-I am inconsolable. | no
one know l here. VIII you-so kindly
to take me to the grave? Her last
resting place, senor!'
Fred here suddenly felt an inspiration
that lent him a glimpse of rescue. Only
two days before, in the little village
cemetery, a new grave had been made.
A member Of a family little known,
and recently arrived ut Rossville, had
died and been buried there.
Why not take the man there. mt
leave him alone with his sorrow? Then
Fred could have a little time to devise
some method Of escaping from him.
He arose. with an amiable and sympa-
thetic smile.
Certainly sir" he said. reaching for
his hat. Come with me. 1t was a
most melancholy event, and, as you
seem interested. l see no harm In
showing You the grave OF or esteemed
young neighbour lovely girl b was,
too"
The stranger grasped Fred's hand,
wrung it feverishly, and prepared to
follow him. He told the otfice-boy that
he would not be back for an hour, and
then the two men sailed forth down
q back street. Fred did not wish to
meet acQuaintances just then. After
q while, they anne u on a pleasant
road, that led to the cemetery. Arriy-
ing there, he pointed out the way to
the grave.
NO trouble in finding 1t, sir; it's the
only new one. You win want TO be
alone, ~and-should you wish TO leave
q place connected with such sad men,
cries at once. there's q New York train
at four-fifteen. Good day"
Fred was off like q sky-rOcket half
determined to pack his worldly goods
| and 90 and see his mother, whom he
had not visited for two years. But,
on his return to the office, the editor
was a waiting him with a telegram in
hand.
Look here" said his chief. I've got
to leave you In five minutes. i have
urgent business In Washington, to use
my influence in securing an appoint
ment for my friend Dunleary, and he
and l have to go there at once and see
about it. III be back in w days:
not a word now; l trust you as l do
myself. You can run things.
o. A. al,tn, damn rtal with n rt1Sh
giving Fred hardly TIME to open his
mouth. He felt desperate. That mad
and melancholy Cuban would be back,
asking troublesome questions, and any
one might drop Ia. He shuddered ut
the thought Of the direful possibilities
ahead.
But the afternoon wore off, and the
Cuban did not return. Fred breathed
easier; perhaps the fellow had really
taken the New York train. When he
locked up his office and started upon
his evening walk, his fears had flown.
He felt %exultant. and n bright smile
Illuminated his face n he thought of
the wild-eyed Cuban and his imaginary
woes.
He turned down a grassy lane, near
which stood n house seclusively shell
tered by strawberries ana trees. From
the front gate a man and woman came
forth. and walked toward him arm in
arm His fears suddenly revived as he
recognized the Cuban again. .
The other was a lovely lady in deep
mourning. Imagine his surprise when
the man greeted him j~oyfully, ecstati-
cally, all his former detection gone,
and his face wreathed In smiles.
"Ah. my friend" said the Cuban,
"you have saved my life and restored
my happiness. Senior, l cannot tell
how much to you i over? You send me
to that grave and there what do / find
/ see there. alive. and well, my old,
old love, from whom I long separate
for years. / fol get my new grief. ]
go there sad. l come away rejoicing;
and to you. senor. / owe all Of zat-yes
-all-all!"
Explanations ensued, during which
the Cuban introduced his companion,
II appeared that five years before, In
Cuba. he had wooed and won the
daughter of a prominent patriot leader
Of the island. After n time, n price
was set upon that chieftian's head 10y
the Spanish authorities. and he n his
family suddenly disappeared, while
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