Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-06-19
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 "Good !' Don Mario rose to leave, for the exertion of his ride had made him thirsty. "You may name your own reward for helping me and l will pay 1t the day Rosa marries me. Now kind- ly advise her of my intentions and tell her shall come to see her soon."
 
 It was quite true that Johnme O'Reilly-or "The O'Reilly,' as ms friends called him-had little in the way of worldly advantage to offer any girl, and it was precisely because ot this fact that he had accepted a posi- tion here in Cuba, where. from the very nature of things. promotion was iike'y to be more rapid than in the New 1orK office of his firm.
 A dancing eye speaks every lnn- guage; q singing heart gathers it's own audience. Before the young lrlsh- American had more than a bowing~ac- quaintance with the commonest span ish verbs he had calling acquaint- ance with some of the most exclusive people of Matanzas. He had adjusted himself serenely to his surroundings when Rosa Varona returned from school. but with her coming away went all his eomplacency. His content ment vanished he experienced total change in his opinions, his hopes. and his ambitions.
 He discovered, for example, that Ma tanzas was by no means the out-of-the- way place he had considered it; on the contrary, after meeting Rosa once by accident, twice by design, and three times by mutual arrangement, it had dawned upon him that tms was the chief city of Cuba. if not, perhaps. the hub around which the whole world re- volvcd; certainly it was <the most agreeable of all cities, since it con tQiaed everything that was necessary for mans happiness. Yet, despite the thrill of his awakening. OReilly was not at all pleased with himself, for, as fl happened, there WAS another girl back home, and during his first year of loneliness he had written to her moro freely and more frequently than any man on such salary as his had right to do.
 Inasmuch as her father was OReil- ly's company" it may he seen that Rosa Earona's homecoming seriously complicated matters, not only from sentimental, but from business stand point.
 It was in thoughtful mood that he rode up La Cumbre toward the Quinta lo &1f, lot, cft <,f Dan Marios visit Instead of going di- recily to the house. as the merchant had done O'Reilly turned off from the road and after tethering his horse in cluster of guava bushes, proceeded on foot. He did not like Donna Isabel, nor did Donna Isabel like him. More over. he had particular reason for avoiding her today.
 Just inside the Varona premises he paused an instant to admire the out look. The quinta commanded an excel lent view of the Yunuri. on the one hand. and of the town and harbor on the other no one ever climbed the hill from the city to gaze over into that hidden valley without feeling q pleas urable surprise at finding it still there. We are accustomed 10 think of perfect beauty as unsubstantial evanescent; but the Yumuri never changed. and in that lay it's supremest wonder.
 Through what had once. been we'll tended grounds, O'Reilly made his way to sort of sunken garden which, in spite of neglect. still remained the most charming nook upon the place and there he sat down to wait for Rosa. The hollow was effectually screened from view by q growth of plantain, palm, orange. and tamarind trees; over the rocky walls ran q profusion of towering plants and vines; in the cen ter of the open space was an old well. it's masonry curb all but crumbled away.
 When Rosa ht last appeared. O'Reilly felt called upon to tell her. somewhat dizziiy. that she was beyond doubt the