The Carlisle independent., 1918-05-09
CHAPTER ll-Continued.

Don Pablo, in whom the liquor was dying, cursed impatiently: "Caramba Have I 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 I cheated you"
 "Nol 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. I'll breed her to Salvador, my cochero. He's the strongest man I have"
 Sebastian uttered a strangled cry 5 and rose to his feet "Master! You must not"
 "Silencer 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. warn you-'
 "Eh" The planter swayed forward and with blazing eyes surveyed his slave You warn me? Of what?" he Cowled.
 At this moment neither master nor man knew exactly what he said or did. Sebastian raised his hand on high. In fality the gesture was meant to call Heaven as witness to his years of faithful service, but, misconstruing 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 Hong man, he uttered cry of pain.
 |At this indignity to a guest Esteban Few into a fury. "PanchoI' he cried. Ho! PanchoI" 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.
 Tie him to yonder grating" di rected Esteban, who was still in the grip of senseless rage. "Flog him well and make haste about it"
 Sebastian, who had no time in which to recover himself, made but weak resistance when Pancho Cueto locked his wrists into a pair of clumsy, old fashioned manacles, first passing the chain around one of the bars of the iron window grating which Esteban had indicated.
 CuetO swung 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 nevertheless, for the first few moments the victim suffered less in body than in spirit His brain was so benumbed, so shocked with other excitations, that he&as well-nigh insensible to physical pain. That Evangelina, flesh of his flesh, had been sold, that his lifelong faithfulness had brought such reward as this, that Esteban, light of his soul, had turned against him-all this was simply astounding. Gradually he be- gan to resent the shrieking injustice of 1t all, and unsuspected forces gathered inside of him. They grew until his frame was shaken by primitive savage impulses.
 After time Don Esteban cried: rThat will do, Cueto! Leave him now fhr the flies to punish. They will re mind him of his insolence." IIThen the guests departed. and Este
 staggered into the house and went 6 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 Cueto's whip.
 Since Don Esteban's nerves, or per haps it was his conscience, did not permit him to sleep, he arose about noontime and dressed himself. He was still drunk, and the mad rage of the early morning still possessed him; therefore. when he mounted his horse he pretended not to see the figure chained to the window grating. Sebas- tian's affection for his master was dog like and he had taken his punishment as dog takes his, more in surprise than in anger, but at this proof of cal lous indifference fire kindled in the old fellows breast. hotter by far than thdlfever from his fy-blown sores. He