Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-07-17

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Rosa gasp family. els 1t true?" he
asked.
II am a Cuban"
Cuban? Your people were Span
ish."
"True. But no Spaniard ever raised
a Spanish child in Cuba. We are Gu
bans, Rosa and /. go everywhere, and
the Spanish officers talk plainly be-
fore me. Somebody must be the eyes
and the ears for Colonel Lopez"
Colonel Lopez :" exclaimed O'Reilly.
Esteban nodded.
Rosa's face, as she looked at the two
men, was white and worried. For a
! time the three of them sat silent; then
the American said, slowly, you'll be
| shot If you're caught"
"Some one must run chances" Este
!, ban averred. "We're fighting tyranny !;
all Cuba is ablaze. must do my part"
'But sooner or later you'll be dis
covered then what?' persisted O'Reil-
ly.
Esteban shrugged. "Who knows?
There'll be time enough when"
.What of Rosa?"
At this question the brother stirred
uneasily and dropped his eyes. O'Reil-
ly laid hand upon his arm. You
| have no right to jeopardize her safety.
Without you, to whom could she turn?'
The girl flashed her admirer grateful
| glance.
"Senor, you for one would see that
she"
"But-I'm going away" O'Reilly
felt rather than saw Rosa start, for
his face was averted. II came here to
tell you both good-by. may be gone
for some time. IL don't know when
can get back"
I'm sorry" Esteban told him, with
genuine regret. eve have grown very
fond of you. But you will come buck
before long, Ell? You're one Of us. In
the meantime I'll remember what you
say, and at least I'll be careful BY
no means wanting in tact, Esteban rose
briskly and, after shaking hands with
O'Reilly. left the two lovers to say fare
well as best suited them.
But for once O'Reilly's ready tongue
was silent. The laughter was gone
from his blue eyes when he turned to
the girl at his side.
"You say you are going away?" Rosa
Inquired, breathlessly. But why?"
| SIN going partly because of this
war and partly because of-something
| else. 1 tried to tell you yesterday, but
I couldn't. When the revolution start
ed everybody thought it was merely
a local uprising, and wrote my com.
pany to that effect; but, bless you, 1t
has spread like fire, and now the whole
eastern end Of the island is ablaze.
Business has stopped, and my employ
| ers have ordered me home to find out
] what's happened to their profits"
! "You said there was something
| else"
O'Reilly's hesitation became an EN-.
barrassed silence. He tried to laugh
+, it off.
i "There is; otherwise I'd stay right
here and tell my penurious friends to
| whistle for their profits. 1t seems I'm
| .GulSCu Will idldl DCdulys AOo may
have noticed. it? No? Well, perhaps
it's magnificent business ability that
/ have. Anyhow, the president Of my
company has a notion that I'd make
him a good sOn-in-law."' ~
| FL OH" cried Rosa.
And at her tone O'Reilly hurried on j:
| "These rich men have the most alb.
surd ideas. l suppose I'll have to-"
"Then you are In love, senorY 80
The young man nodded vigorously.
"Indeed 1 am-with the sweetest girl
in Cuba. That's the whole trouble.
| That's why I'm hurrying home to re-
sign before I'm fred" Not daring to
look too long or too deeply into Rosa
] varona's eyes until she had taken in
| the whole truth he waited, staring at
his feet. I'm sort of glad it has come
/ to a showdown and can speak out.
4 I'm hoping she'll miss me-" After a
moment he yentured, "Will sheer
will you, Rosa?"
81? Miss you?" Rosa lifted her
brows in pretended amazement. "You
are amusing, of course, butt won't
have much time to think about you,
Flor am so soon to be married"
~ Married? What? Nonsense!
f. Indeed! Do you think Pm so ugly
nobody would have me? The richest
man in Matanzas has asked for my
hand this very afternoon"
"Who? Mario dc Castano7'
EYES,"
O'Reilly laughed with relief. and
though Rosa tried to look offended,
she was forced to smile. Hes fat,
know" she admitted, land he makes
funny noises when he breathes but he
Ills richer than Croesus, and 1 adore
rich men," ,s
1 II hate 'em!" announced O'Reilly
Then for second time he took Rosa's
dimpled hand, saying, earnestly: I'm
sure you know now why make love
SO badly, dear. It's my Irish con
science. And your wait until / come