Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-07-13

Donna Rosa. grieved as you grfeye
once upon time, for my woman diet
| in childbirth, too. You remember? But
my daughter lives, and she has brought
sunshine into my old age That is thu
purpose Of children" He paused ant
shifted his weight uncertainty, digging
his stiff, black. toes into the dirt. Aftel
time he said, slowly: "Excellency
Now, about the-well-w
| Eyes. What about it?'
ibid the Donna Rosa confide hel
share Of the secret to anyone? Those
priests and those doctors, you know
"She died without speaking"
"Then 1t rests between You and me?'
''It does, unless you have babbled."
Master - Sebastian drew himself
up and there was real dignity in his
black face.
Understand, my whole fortune II
there-everything even to the deeds Of
patent for the plantations. If though
there was danger ofryou betraying mt
would have your tongue pulled our
and your eyes torn from their sockets
The black man spoke with sim
plicity that carried conviction: "Timet
are unsettled, Don Esteban, and dealt
comes without warning. You art
known to be the richest man in this
province and these government officials
are robbers. SUPPOSE should be ief
alone? What then?'
The planter considered for a mo
ment swell, when my children are OF
enough to hold their tongues they vii
have to be told. II I'm gone, yon shall
be the one to tell them. Now leave Inc
this is no time to speak Of such things.
Sebastian went as noiselessly as he
had come. On his way back to his quar-
tiers he took the path to the well-tht
place where most of his time WAS ordi
narily spent. Sebastian had dug this
well, and with his own hands he hat
beautified it's surroundings until they
were the loveliest OH the Varons
grounds. 1t was Sebastian's task Il
keep this place green, and thither he
took his way, from force Of habit.
Through the twilight came Pancht
Cueto, the manager, a. youngish man
with a narrow face and bold, close-se
eyes. Spying Sebastian, he began:
$50 Don Esteban has an heir a
last?"
The slave rubbed his eyes with ytht
heel of his huge yellow palm and an
swered, respectfully:
"Yes, Don Pancho. Two little angels
a. boy and girl" His gray brows
drew together in a painful frown.
Donna Rosa was saint. No doubt
there is great rejoicing in heaven al
her coming. Eth? What do you think?
"Um-m! Possibly. Don Esteban will
miss her for time and then, dare
say, he will remarry." At the negro's
! exclamation Cueto said: $50! Ant
why not? Everybody knows how ricl
he is. From Oriente to Pinar del Ri
the women have heard about his treas
ure.' 81
"What treasurer asked Sebastian
after an instant's pause.
| Cueto's dark eyes cleaned resent
fully at this show Of ignorance, but ht
laughed.
"Ho! There's a careful fellow fol
you! No wonder he trusts you. Blu
J do you think I have neither eyes MOI
ears? My good Sebastian, you know
all about that treasure; in fact, yot
know far more about many things thar
Don Esteban would care to have vol
! tell. Come now, don't your
/ Sebastian's face was like a masl
carved from ebony. "Of what does thi!
treasure. conslstY he inquired. Il hav,
never heard about it."
! "Of gold. Of jewels. of silver bars
and precious ornaments" Cueto's heat
was thrust forward, his nostrils wer,
dilated, his teeth cleaned "Oh, it I!
somewhere about, as you very wei
I, know! Bah! Don't deny it. I'm n,
fool. What becomes of the none,
from the slave girls, Ell? And thu
sugar crops, too? Does 1t go to bu.
arms and ammunition for the. rebels
No. Don Esteban hides it, and 70,
help him. Come" he cried, disregard
ing Sebastian's murmurs of protest
''did you ever think how fabulous tina
fortune must be by this time? Did 20,
ever think that one little gem. on
bag Of gold, would buy your freedom?
don Esteban has promised to bu,
my freedom and the freedom Of m!
girl"
"So?" The manager was plainl.
surprised. II didn't know that" Ate
a moment he began to laugh. "Ant
yet you pretend to know nothing abou
that treasure? Ha! You're a goo'
boy, Sebastian, and so am. admir-,
you. We're both loyal to our master
Ell? But now about Evangelina.
CHeto's face took on craftier expires
sion. 'She is a likely girl, and wheI
she grows up she will be worth NOR,
than you, her father. Don't forget tina
Don Esteban Is before all else bust
ness man. Be careful that SOME ON
doesn't make him so good an offer TO
your girl that he win forget his prom
Use and-sell her."
Sebastian uttered hoarse, ANNA
| CRY and the whites Of his eyes Shove,