Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-09-05

ously, az am dying"
Isabel could scarcely contain herself.
"Ill give you water. but first tell me
where-where God In heaven! Can't
you see that |. too, am perishingr
Il must have drink"
Tell me first"
Sebastian lifted his head and. meet
ing the speakers eyes, laughed hoarse-
ly.
At the sound of his unnatural merri-
ment Isabel recolled as II stung. She
stared at the slaves face In amazement
and then in fury. She stammered. in
coherently, "You-you have been
lyingw
"Oh no The treasure Is there, the
greatest treasure In all Cuba, but you
shall never know where 1t Is. I'll see
to that. 1t was you who sold my girl
1t was you who brought me to this II
was your hand that whipped me. Well,
I'll tell Don Esteban how you tried to
bride his secret from me What do
you think he'll do them Ehf You'll
feel the lash on your white back"
you fool - Donna Isabel looked
murder. 'I1l punish you for this; I'll
make you speak if l have to rub your
wounds with salt"
But Sebastian closed his eyes
YEARLY. you can't make me suffer
more than / have suffered" he said.
"And now-I curse you. May that
treasure be the death Of you. May you
live In torture like mine the rest of
your days; may your beauty turn to
ugliness such that men will spit at
! you; may you never know peace again
until you die in poverty and want"
But Donna Isabel, being supersti-
tious, fed with her fingers In her ears I;
nor did she undertake to make good
her barbarous threat, realizing oppor-
timely that 1t would only serve to be-
tray her desperate intentions and put
her husband further on his guard.
AS the sun was sinking beyond the
farther rim of the Yumuri and the val
ley was beginning to ill with shadows
Esteban Varona rode up the hill. His
temper was more evil than ever, II that
were possible, for he had drunk again
in an effort to drown the memory of his
earlier actions. With him were Pablo
Pea, and Mario de Castano, Col. Men
doza Linares, old Pedro Mlron, the
advocate, and others Of less conse-
quence, whom Esteban had gathered
from the Spanish club. The host dis
md
yard to Sebastian.
$50, my fine fellow" he began.
Have you had enough Of rebellion by
this timer
Sebastlan's face was working as he
turned upon his master to say: 81
would be lying If told you that I am
sorry for what did. 1t is you who have
done wrong. Your soul Is black with
this crime. Where is my gIrl?"
"The devil To hear you talk one
would think you were free man." The
planters eyes were bleared and he
brandished his riding-whip threaten
ingly. Il do as please with my slaves
tolerate no insolence. Your grill
Well, she's In the house Of Salvador
Don Pablo's cochero, where she be.
longs"
Sebastian had hung sick and lImr
against the grating, but at these words
he suddenly reused. He strained al
his manacles and the bars groaned un
der his weight. His eyes began to roll
his lips drew back over his blue gums
Noting his expression of ferocity. Este
ban cut at his naked back with the
riding-whip, crying:
no Not subdued yet, eh7 You
need another Jogging"
Curse you and all that is yours
roared the maddened slave. NAV yor
know the misery you have put upor
me. May you rot for a million years II
hell. May your children's bodies grow
filthy with disease; may they starye
may they"
(To Be Continued.)
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