Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-08-18
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Don Jose Hears the News from Havana,
Dec. 4. 1871.

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orders to sail Tor Cuba in October and
they viii be followed by twenty. thou
sand more. NJ necessary. - CdDlegr ram
from Madrid)
Here he comes. sir-here's Don Josef"
whispered little Pat to me.
Come 90 get his cup of cocoa-there
his table spread. you see
Come 10 read the morning paper-sip and
read and curse ana snuff
Fax, the cocoa ought TO choke him,
sWeetened with such bitter stun.
Striking figure was Don JOse's, saffron
forehead. eyes OF jet.
Dyed moustache ike ravens feather, lips
in rigid trmness set.
Round him chung a long blue mantle,
wrapped in many a curious fold,
Wears IL always, whispered Patrick;
outdoors, indoors, hot or cold.
SO Don Jose sat before me in the dingy.
dim cafe.
Loyal Spaniard. Creole Cuban, Crefugee
49,. and spy, they saw,
"Garcon. cried he bring my cocoa,
bring the paper-full of liesi
BaldrOrada OF the Yankees. give the meal
a oit OF spice"
Raped his suun-box ON the table. fed his
Swore. "Caramba l am frozen" looked
around and bowed 10 me;
Frosty weather. Don Flipe! makes one
He. chico chico. Jose milo, 'twere scarce
wholesome for thee there.
30 cue bella Ia Habana! Faithful ethyl
What a bliss to walk thy plazas on this
bright December day,
Senoritas IN mantilias driving their Vo-
lanteS rOuuG,
Wide paseos gay and gorgeous with rich
Topic scene and sound.
There's my home. In that Habanal Here
I'm cXile-h0mesick. too
Woe is me- good Don Felipe; what can
honest Cuban do2
Spies around you drum-head justice,
presto. comes file of men
March "a est-rat-tat-malIe ready
one-two-three ana frc-and then?'
Come to MS. my friend Don Jose; Wen
instruct your Latin race
How 20 luWoaVe Saxon tirmneSS with
your innate Southern grace.
Come 10 us. sir, we'll annex your Rap
ped Don Jose on MS box.
Fiercely fed with SNUFF his uostrils, spUt-
teriuE words unorthodoN:
'Ha, Annex El diablazo! Wen annex
your Yankee realm!
Yankee greed StirS mp the storm that
drives our pilots from the helm,
Keep your talk of annexation for the men
who like that style
Patriots they, ] am SpaniarQ, Cuba
bides the faithful isle!
''1Iozo. what delays that paper? Senior,
milo. to De plain
Cubans like me hate abuses, but We'll
night for ancient Spain.
Batter down the Moro Castle, beat our
armies hold our coast
our gurrrillas In the mountains Still
would battle all your host.
Don Felipe. YOU behold me-old, an ex-
VIZ, L.', -'.s., ~ ~. ~. .;.- e-,. ,1,.rs5 T
Don Felipe, Spains injustice does not
shake my loyalty
We whose blue blood flows so proudly, we
are loyal as We're free!
ct may never see Fabana, where my home
is and nv JOY
Where my house and wife and child are
all. my Pablo such a boy,
My own son. Querido mio- Bye OF dove
and heart Of flame
When I'm dead hen win me honor-he'u
restore my trampled name.
.Hombre patton! wherSs my paper! Don
Felipe when ! die.
Pablo lives q Spanish subject, whom the
patriots cannot buy
Dreadful news this morning Senor''
said glib Patrick, as ne gave
Don Jose his folded paper, 'Sendin' school
boys to the grave.
"NIaldicioni cease thy eabble" swift Don
Jose scanned the page
Children cruel' Don Felipe, us a scan
dal To- our age.
School boys. too, may God forgive them.
Children shot down az their play
Senior. this has spoiled my breakfast
there are prayers that L must say.
"Hai what's this? Maria miaw And he
tore the sheet apart
"Jesu, Pablo, Fusillado. murdered, butch
crel All my hearth $50,
water, fan him, he has fainted' sen
am Something oid-too feeble for such
heart-hreaks. 1 may say.
cold and feehle-old and chiIdless,....Se Sc
uors thank YOU. now I'm strong.
Step this way, good Don Felipe. All see
YOU feel my wrong.
said he. screaming like a falcon poised TO
you Win trust me? senior. listen! You'll
remember what i say:
''yvhen the time comes when your nation
come IL win and come IL must
Crushes Spanish pride in Cuba. drags her
banner through the dust
When that time arrives on vengeance vi
dishonor 20 proud spain go,
For The bloodshed on her threshold, for
the children she has slain.
"CaU ON me then. Don Felipei Send your
leaders straight 90 me.
Z know Cuba's strength and weakness. L
can give thcw many key.
7 know where her forts are crumphnE'
know each inlet and lagoon.
And can thread the mountain pathways
that are sunless at high noon.
''Tell them of me, Don Felipel Tell them
not I'm OH and gray.
All the Spanish panther reeks not Of the
bloodhound lOOsed to-day,
Painting on he trail of vengeance for his
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