Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-06-12
CHAPTER lI-Continued.

Don Pablo. in whom the liquor was dying, cursed impatiently: 'Caramba Have l won the treasure of your whole establishment?' he inquired. Per haps you value this wench at more than thousand pesos; if so, you will say that cheated you."
 No. She's only an ordinary girl. My wife doesn't like her, and so l de- termined to get rid of her. She is yours, fairly enough" Varona told him.
 Then send her to my house. III breed her to Salvador my cochero. He's the strongest man I have.'
 Sebastian uttered strangled cry and rose to his feet. Master! You must not"
 'Silence!" ordered Esteban. "Go about your business. What do you mean by this. anyhow?'
 But Sebastian, dazed of mind and sick of soul, went on, unheeding, "She Is my girl. You promised me her free dom 1 warn you"
 ''EhY' The planter swayed forward and with blazing eyes surveyed his slave. You warn me? Of what! he growled.
 At this moment neither master nor man knew exactly what he said or dld. Sebastian raised his hand on high In reality the gesture was meant to call heaven as witness to his years ot faithful service, but, misconstruinS his intent Pablo Peza brought his riding whip down across the old mans back crying:
 ''Ho! None of that"
 A shudder ran through Sebastian's frame Whirling, he seized Don Pab- los wrist and tore the whip from his fingers. Although the Spaniard was strong man. he uttered q cry of pain.
 At this indignity to a guest Esteban flew into a fury 'Pancho!' he cried. "IIol Rancho .' When the manager came running, Esteban explained: !: ''This fool is dangerous. He raised his hand to me and to Don Pablo
 Sebastian's protests were drowned by the angry voices of the others.
 "1'ie him to wonder grating,' di- rected Esteban, who was still in the grip of a senseIess rage. "flos him well and make haste about it.
 Sebastian, who had no time in which to recover himself, made but d Weak resistance when Rancho Cueto locked his wrists into pair of clumsy, old- fashioned lnanucles, first passing the chain around one of the bars of the iron window grating which Esteban had indicated.
 Cueto swung q heavy lash; the sound of his blows echoed through the quinta and they summoned, among others, Donna Isabel who watched the scene from behind her shutter with much satisfaction. The guests looked on approVingly.
 Sebastian made no Outcry. The whip bit deep; it drew blood and raised welts the thickness of ones thumb r nevertheless, for the first few moments the victim suffered less ill body than in spirit. His brain was so benumbed, so shocked with other eXcitations, that he was well-ngh insensible to physical pain. That Evangelina, flesh of his flesh had been sold, that his lifelong faithfulness had brought such reward as this, that lisieban, light of his soul, had turned against him-ail this was simply astounding. Gradually he be- gan to resent the shrieking injustice of it all, and unsuspected forces gathered inside of him. They grew until his frame was shaken by primitive savage impulses.
 After a time Don Esteban cried: 'That will do. Cuetol Leave him now for the flies to punish. They will re- mind him of his insolence."
 Then the guests departed, and Este ban staggered into the house and went to bed.
 All that morning Sebastian stood with his hands chained high over his head. The sun grew hotter and ever hotter upon his lacerated back; the blood dried and clotted there cloud of flies gathered, swarming over the raw gashes left by Cuetos whip.
 Since Don Esteban's nerves, or per haps it was his conscience, did not