Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-06-28
The widowed man cried out angrily /:

The widowed man cried out angrily:
paradise! What is this but Para
dise?' He stared with resentful eyes
at the beauty round about him. "See!
The Yumuri - Don Esteban flung
long arm outward. do you think there
is q sight like that in heaven? Para
disc indeed! I gave her everything.
She gained nothing by dying"
With a grave thoughtfulness which
proved him superior to the ordinary
slave. Sebastian replied:
True! She had all that any wom-
ans heart could desire, but in return
for your goodness she gave you chill
dren. You have lost her, but you have
gained an heir, and beautiful girl
baby who will grow to be another
Donna Rosa. I grieved as you grieve,
once upon time, for my woman died
in childbirth, too. You remember? But
my daughter lives, and she has brought
sunshine into my old age. That is the
purpose of children" He paused and
shifted his weight uncertainty, digging
his stiff black toes into the dirt. After
time he said, slowly: "Excellency !
Now, about the-well-?"
eyes. What about it?''
"Did the Donna Rosa conflde her
share Of the secret to anyone? Those
priests and those doctors, you know"
"She died without speaking"
"Then it rests between you and me-"
ut does, unless you have babbled."
MASTER" Sebastian drew himself
up and there was real dignity In his
black face.
Understand, my whole fortune Is
there-everything, even to the deeds Of
patent for the plantations. If I thought
there was DANGER Of you betraying me
I would have your tongue pulled out
and your eyes torn from their sockets"
The black man spoke with SIM
plicity that carried conviction: "Times
are unsettled, Don Esteban, and death
comes without warning. You are
known to be the richest man in this
province and these government officials,
are robbers. Suppose II should be left
alone? What them"
The planter considered for a mo-
ment. "Well, when my children are old
enough to hold their tongues they will
have to be told. II I'm gone, you shall
be the one to tell them. Now leave me;
this Is no time to speak Of such things"
Sebastian went as noiselessly as he
had come. On his way back to his quar-
tiers he took the path to the well-the
place where most Of his time was ordi-
narily spent. Sebastian had dug this
well, and with his own hands he had
beautifed It's surroundings until they
were the loveliest on the Varona
grounds. 1t was Sebastian's task to
keep this place green, and thither he
took his way, from force Of habit.
Through the twilight came Pancho
Cueto, the manager, a youngish man,
with narrow face and bold, closest
eyes. Spying Sebastian; he began:
$50 Don Esteban has an heir at
sast?''
The slave rubbed his eyes with the
heel Of his huge yellow palm and an
swered, respectfully:
"Yes, Don Pancho. Two little angels,
b boy and GIRL" His gray brows
drew together In painful frown.
Donna Rosa was saint. No doubt
there is great rejoicing in heaven at
her coming. Eth? What do you think"
'Um-m! Possibly. Don Esteban will
miss her for q time and then, dare
say, he will remarry." !, At the negro's
exclamation Cueto said: $50! And
why not7 Everybody knows how rich
he Is. From Oriente to Pinar del Rio
the women have heard about his treas
ure."
"What treasurer asked Sebastian,
after an instant's pause.
Cueto's dark eyes cleaned resent.
fully at this show Of ignorance, but he
laughed.
'Ho! There's careful fellow for
you! No wonder he trusts you. But
do you think have, neither eyes nor
ears? My good Sebastian, you know
all about that treasure; in fact, you
know far more about many things than
Don Esteban would care to have you
tell. Come now, don't you?"
Sebastian's face was like a mask
carved from ebony. "Of what does this
treasure consist?., he inquired. II have
never heard about tt.''
"Of gold, of Jewels, Of silver bars
and precious ornaments" Cueto's head
was thrust forward, his nostrIls were
dilated, his teeth cleaned. ooh, It is
somewhere about, as YOU very well