Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-09-20

Ing face; 1t had in It something of the
sternness, the exalted detachment, of
the eagle, and 0'Reilly gained hint Of
the personality behind 1t. Maxine
Gomez was counted one of the worlds
ableSt guerrilla leaders: and indeed
1t had required the quenchless enthu-
siaSm of real military genius to fuse
into a homogeneous fighting force the
ili-assorted rabble of nondescripts
whom Gomez led, to school them to
privation and to render them sufficient
ly mobile to defy successfully ten
times their number of trained troops.
This, however, was precisely what the
old Porto Rlcan had done, and ia doing
1t he had won the admiration of mill
tary students.
With a bluntness not unkind he
asked o'Reilly what had brought him
to Cuba.
When O'Reilly explained the reason
for his presence the old fighter nod
ded.
$50? You wish to 60 west, emf"
"Yes sir. want to find Colonel
Lopez"
lopez Miguel Lopezr' the gen.
eral inquired quickly. "Well. you won't
have to look Tar for him." General
Gomez leathery countenance lightened
into smile. HE happens to be right
here in Cubitas" Calling Judson to
him, he said: "Amigo, take Mr.. O'Reilly
to Colonel Lopez; you with find him
somewhere about. am sorry we are
not to have this young fellow for a
soldier; he looks like real man and
quite equal to five quintos, eh2"
1t was the habit of the Cubans 10
refer to their enemies as Quintos-
the fifth part of a mani With a wave
of his hand Gomez returned to his
reading.
Col. Miguel Lopez, a handsome, ami
mated fellow, took O'Reilly's hand In
hearty clasp when they were intro
daced; but moment later his smile
gave way to frown and his brow
darkened.
'Sol You are that O'Reilly from
Matanzas," said he. II know you now,
butt never expected we would meet"
"Esteban varona told you about me,
did he notr
The colonel inclined his head.
"rm here at last, after the DEVILS
own time. I've been trying every way
to get through. The Spaniards stopped
me at Puerto Principe-they sent me
back home, you know. I've been per-
fectly crazy. t. You" 0'Reilly
swallowed hard. "You know where
Esteban ISL Tell me"
slave you heard nothing?"
''Nothing whatever. That is, moth
ing since Rosa. his sister You un-
derstand, she and l are-engaged-"
"Yes. yes; Esteban told me all about
you"
Something In the Cuban's gravity Of
manner gave O'Reilly warning. A sud
den fear assailed him. His voice shook
as he asked:
"What is it2 Not bad news2"
There was no need for the officer
to answer. In his averted gaze
O'Rellly read confirmation of his sick
est apprehenslons.
"Tell mel Which oneY' he whis-
pered.
'fBothi"
O'Rellly recolled: spasm distorted
his chalky face. He began to shake
weakly. and his fingers plucked aim
lessly at each other.
Lopez took him by the arm. '"Try to
control yourself" said he. "Sit here
while / try to tell you what little /
know. Or would 1t not be better to
wait awhile. until you are calmer7"
As the young man made no answer, ex-
cept to stare at him In white agony
of suspense, he sighed:
81 will tell you oil know-which
isn't much. Esteban Varona came to
me soon after he and his sister had
fed from their home; he wanted to
join my forces, but we were harassed
on every side, and didn't dare take
the girl--no woman could have en-
dured the hardships we suffered. SO
/ convinced him that his first duty was
to her. rather than 10 his country, and
he agreed. He was a fine boyl He
had spirit He bought some stolen
rifles and armed a band Of dis own
which wasn't a bad idea. | used to
hear about him. Nobody cared to
modest him, can tell you, until finally
he killed some of the regular troops.
Then of course they vent after him.
Meanwhile he managed 20 destroy his
own plantations, which Cueto had
robbed him of. You know Cueto"
''Yes."
swell, Esteban put an end to him
after a while; rode right up to La
Joya one night, broke in the door, and
macheted the scoundrel in his bed. But
there was a mistake Of some sort 1t
seems that a body OF CObo's volun-
teers were somewhere close by, and
the two parties met. have never
learned all the details OF the affair, and
the stories Of that fight which came to
me are too preposterous for belief.
Still, Esteban and his men must have
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