The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-05-10
CHAPTER !.
The Valley Of Delight.

In all probability your first view OF
the valley of the Yumuri will be from
the Hermitage Of Montserrate, for 1t is
there that the cocheros drive you.
There you overlook the fairest sight in
nil Christendom-"th loveliest valley
in the world" as Humboldt called it
for the Yumuri nestlcs right at your
feet. vale Of pure delight, a glimpse
of Paradise that bewilders the eye and
fills the soul with ecstasy.
Standing beside the shrine of Our
Lady Of Montserrate, you will see be-
yond the cleft through which the river
emerges another hill, La Cumbre, from
which the view is wonderful. and your
driver may tell you about the splendid
homes that used to grace its slopes
in the golden days when Cuba had an
aristocracy. Your cochero may point
out certain grove OF orange trees
now little more than rank tangle,
and tell you about the quinta of Don
Esteban Varona, and its hidden treas
ure about little Esteban and Rosa, the
twins; and about Sebastian, the giant
slave, who died In fury taking with
him the secret OF the well.
The Spanish Main is rich in tales Of
treasure trove. for when the Antilles
were most afTluent they were least Sc
cure, and men were put to strange
shifts to protect their fortunes. Ger
tain boards, like jewels OF tragic his
tory, In time assumed a sort Of evil
personality, not infrequently exercising
dire influence over the lives OF those
who chanced to fall under their spells.
II was as IL the money were accursed,
for certainly the seekers often came
to evil. or such character was the
Varona treasure. Don Esteban himself
was neither better nor worse than
other men of his time, and although
part of the money he hid was wrung
from the toll of slaves and the traffic
In their bodies. much of IL was clean
enough, and in time the earth purified
II all. Since his acts made so deep an
impress, and since the treasure he left
played so big part in the destinies of
those who came after him, ii is well
that some account of these matters
should be given.
The story, please remember, is an
old one 1t has been often told. and In
the telling and reteling II is but natural
that certain glamour, certain
tropical extravaganza, should attach to
II, therefore you should make allow
ance for some exaggeration, some ac-
cretions due to the lapse of time. In
the main, however, Il is well authenti-
Gated and runs parallel to fact.
Donna Rosa Varona lived barely long
enough to learn that she had given
birth to twins. Don Esteban. whom
people knew as grim man. took the
blow of his sudden bereavement as be-
came one Of his strong fiber. Leaving
the priest upon his knees and the doc
through the house and out into the
sunset, followed by the walls of the
slave women.
Don Esteban was at heart a selfish
man, and now. therefore, he felt o sui
len, fierce resentment mingled with
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asked himself What had he done to
merit such misfortune? Had ne not
made rich gifts to the church? Had he
not knelt and prayed for his wifes
safe delivery and then hung his gifts
upon the sacred image, as Loyola had
hung up his weapons before that other
counterpart Of Our Lady? Don Este
ban scowled at the memory, for those
gems were OF the finest.
He looked up from his unhappy
musings to find gigantic bare
footed negro standing before him.
The slave was middle-aged: his kinky
hair was growing gray: but he was of
superb proportions, and the muscles
which showed through the rents In his
cotton garments were as smooth and
supple rs those Of a stripping. His
black face was puckered with grief,
as he began:
master. Is II true that Donna Rosa
-" The fellow choked.
EYES," Esteban nodded. wearily. "she
Is dead. Sebastian"
Tears came to Sebastian's eyes and
overfiowed his cheeks; he stood mo.
striving to voice his sympathy.
At length he sald:
sGho wos too OooA for this vorld