Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1918-04-16

his Castilian friends Little Rosa was
awakened at a late hour by the laugh
ter and shouts of her fathers guests.
She was afraid, for there was some
thing strange about the voices, some
quality to them which was foreign to
the childs experience. Creeping into
her brothers room, she awoke him, and
together they listened. Rosa began to
whimper, and when Esteban tried to
reassure her his own voice was thin
and reedy from fright.
In the midst of their agitation they
heard some one weeping: there came
rush of feet down the hallway, and the
next instant Evangelina flung herself
into the room.
She fell upon her knees before them.
Little master! Little mistress!" she
sobbed. "You will save me, won't you?
We love each other, Ell? See then,
what crime this is! Say that you
will save mel"
The children were frightened, but
they managed to quaver: What has
happened? Who has harmed your"
Don Pablo Peza," wept the negress.
your father has sold me to him-lost
me at cards. Oh, | shall die! Sebas-
tian won't believe 1t. He Is praying.
And ASensiO- But what can they do
to help me? You alone can save me.
You won't let Don Pablo take me
away? 1t would kill me-"
Waltz Esteban scrambled out of
bed and stood before his dusky nurse
and playmate. Don't cry any more.
I'll tell papa that you don't like Don
Pablo"
Rosa followed Eyes, come along,
brother" she cried, shrilly. "WeTl tell
Don Pablo TO go home and leave our
Evangelina"
my blessed doves! But will they
listen to you? moaned the slave.
Papa does whatever we ask" they
assured her, gravely. IF he should
grOwl Wen come back and hide you in
the big wardrobe where nobody will
ever find you" Then hand in hand,
with their long nightgowns lifted TO
their knees. they battered out into the
hall and down toward the living room,
whence came the shouting and the
laughter.
Don Mario de Castano, who was fac
ing the door, stopped in the midst of
ribald song to cry: God be praised
What's this l seer
The others looked and then burst
in$O merriment, for across the litter of
cards and dice and empty glasses they
saw dimpled girl and boy, as like as
two peas. They were just out of bed;
they were peering through the smoke,
and blinking like two little owls.
$50! You awaken the household
with your songs" some one chided Don
Mario.
1.-TWO cherubs from heaven" another
exclaimed.
But the father lurched forward, a
frOwn upon his face. "What is this, my
dearS?' he inquired, thickly. Run
back to your beds. This is no place
for you"
1--WE love Evangelina," piped the
twins. "You must not let Don Pablo
have her-if you please"
'Evangelina
Trey nodded. 1--WE love her. :.
She plays with us every day. E.
We want her to stay here. She
belongs to u.s."
Accustomed as they were to prompt
compliance with their demands, they
spoke imperiously; but they had never
seen a frown like this upon their ia
theirs face.
go to your rooms, my sweethearts,"
Don Esteban directed.
eve want Evangellna. She belongs
to u.s." they chOrused, stubbornly.
Don Pablo shook with laughter. $50!
She belongs to you, Ell? And I'm to
be robbed of my winnings. Very Well
then, come and give me kiss, both of
you, and I'll see what can be done"
But the children saw that Don Pab-
los face was strangely flushed, that
his eyes were wild and his magnificent
beard was wet with wine; therefore
they hung back.
"YOu won your bet fairly" 'ESteban
groNIed at him. 'Pay no heed to these
babies"
'Evangelina is ours" the little ones
bravely repeated.
Then their father exploded: "The
devil! Am I dreaming? Where have