Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-09-04
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painful attempt to swallow. and when his utterance- became more dis tinct he consigned his idol to warmer place than Cuba.
 I'm tough kid" he declared. Don't get gay on me"
 The two parleyed briefly; then, when satisfied that no violence was intended him, the boy sat down to listen. But, as before, neither argument nor appeal had the slightest effect upon him. He denied that he had followed his bene- factor he declared that he was free agent and at liberty to go where he willed. If it so chanced that his fancy took him to the city of Matanzas at the same time O'Reilly happened to be travelling thither, the circumstance might be put down to the long arm of coincidence. If his company were dis tasteful to the elder man, O'Reilly was free to wait and follow later; it was matter of complete indifference to and he proposed to attend to it. The boy lied gravely, unblushingly. New ertheless, he kept d watchful eye upon his nearer.
 every we'll" O'Reilly told him final ly "I give in."
 Jackets face instantly lit up. He radiated good humor; he hitched his body closer.
 By -! l get my own way, don't F" he laughed.
 "Indeed you do." O'Reilly laid hand fondly upon his loyal follower And l don't mind telling you that Pm more than half glad of it. I--I was getting lonesome. I didn't know how much I could miss you. But now we must make some plans, We must have an understanding and decide who we are. Let me see-your real name is Narciso--"
 "Narciso Villar."
 "Well. then, I shall be Juan villar, your brother. Henceforth we shall speak nothing but Spanish. Tell me now, what was our fathers name, where was our home, and what are we doing together?"
 During the breathless interval be- fore the shower the two sat with their heads together, talking earnestly As the wind came and the cooling rain be- gan to rattle on the leaves overhead they took up their bundles and set out. The big drops drenched them quickly. Their thin garments clung to them and water streamed down their bodies; overhead the sky was black and rent by vivid streaks of fire, but they plodded onward cheerfully. | Jacket was himself again; he bent his weight against the tempest and heightened his short strides to O'Reil- Tvs. He tried to whistle, but his teeth chattered and the wind interfered, so he hummed a song, to drive the chill out of his bones and to hearten his benefactor. Now that he was at last accepted as full partner in this enter prise, 1t became his duty not only to share it's perils, but to lessen its hard ships and to yield diversion. The rain was cold, the briers beside the oyergrown path were sharp, and they scratched the boys bare legs cru ely; his stomach clamored for com panion to that solitary sweet potato. too. but in his breast glowed ardor and pride. Jacket considered himself fortunate persona very fortunate person, indeed. Had he not found a brother, and did not that brother love him? There was no doubt about the latter. for O'Reilly's eyes, wien he looked down, were friendly and inti- mate. Here was man to die for.
 The downpour lasted but a short time, when the sun came out and dried the mems clothes; on the whole, it had been refreshing. When evening came the Villar brothers sought refuge in an old sugar mill, or rather in a part of it still standing. They were on the main calzada now, the paved road which links the two main cities of the island, and by the following noon their destination was in sight.
 O'Reilly felt sudden excitement when Matanzas came into view. From this distance the city looked quite as it did when he had left it, except that the blue harbor was almost empty of shipping, while the familiar range of hills that hid the Yumuri-that valley of delight so closely linked in his thoughts with Rosa Varona-seemed to smile at him like an old friend. For the thousandth time he asked himself if he had come in time to find her, or if fate's maddening delays had proved his own and the girls undoing.
 O'Reilly knew that although Matan- gas was prison and a pesthole girl like Rosa would suffer in perils inf nitely worse than imprisonment or dis ease. It was a thought he could not bear to dwell upon.
 Signs of life began to appear now, the travellers passed small garden