Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-08-02

are you taking aDoutT Hex eyes met
his bravely enough. but she could feel
her lips trembling loosely.
Casting aside all pretense, the over
seer exclaimed: "Por el amor de Dios
An end to thisi know why you sent
for me. You think have been rob
bling you. Well. to be honest, so
have. Why should toll as do while
you and those twins live here in lux
ury and idleness. squandering money
to which you have no right"
"Have lost my reason7" gasped the
widow. mo right?"
AT least no bettcr right than /.
Don't you understands You have no
title to these plantations They are
mine, for l have paid the taxes out OF
my own pockets now these many
years"
"Taxesl What do you meanr
81 paid them. The receipts are In
my name"
Heaven! Such perhdyi And you
who knew himr
''The deeds have been lost for so
long that the property would have re-
verted TO the crown had 1t not been
for me. You doubt that, Ell? Well, up
peal to the court and you will find that
II is true. Now, then. let us be frank.
Inasmuch as we're both in much the
same fix. hadn't we better continue
our present arrangements?" He stared
unbinkingly ar his listener. "Oh.
mean It'll Is 1t not better for you to
be content with what my generosity
prompts me to give, rather than to
risk ruin for both by grasring for too
much?"
"The outraged warrant you have
grown rich through your stealing"
Isabel's voice had gone fiat with con-
sternatlon.
"Rich? Wen, not exactly, but conn
fortahly well or" Cueto actually
smiled again. "No doubt my frankness
is shock to you. You are angry at
my proposition, Ell? Never mind. Yoa
will think better of 1t In time, IL you
are a sensible woman. But now, since
at last we enjoy such confidential re-
lations. let us have no more OF these
miserable suspicious of each other.
Let us entirely forget this unpleasant
misunderstanding and be the same
good friends as before"
Having said this, Pancho Cueto stood
silent a moment in polite expectancy;
then receiving no ineligible reply, he
bowed low and left the room.
h. 81 YNounn Y.okny TS..-
tO's frank acknowledgement of theft
was maddening. and the realization
that she was helpless, nay, dependent
upon his charity for her living, fairly
crucified her proud spirit
All day she brooded. and by the tins
evening came she had worked herself
into such state Of nerves that she
could eat no dinner. Some time during
the course Of the evening a wild idea
came to Isabel. Knowing that the man.
ager would spend the night beneath
her roof, she planned to kill him. AZ
first II seemed a simple thing to do
merely a matter of a dagger or a pts.
tol, while he slept-but further thought
revealed appalling risks and difiiculf
ties, and she decided to wait. PoisoH
was far safer.
Constant broodlng over the treasure
had long since affected Donna Isabel'a
brain. and as consequence she often
II again tonight. and. strangely enough
her dreams were pleasant Sebastian
appeared, but for once he neithea
cursed nor threatened her; and Este,
ban, when he came, was again the
lover who had courted her in Haa
baaa. 1t was amazing delightful
Esteban and she were walking through
the grounds of the quinta and he was
telling her about his casks OF Spanish
sovereigns, about those boxes bound |
with iron, about the gold and silver or
naments Of heavenly beauty and the |
pearls as large as plums. AS he talked |
Isabel felt herself grow hot and cold |
with anticipation; she experienced |
spasms of delight.
Then OF a sudden Isabers wAole |
dream-world dissolved. She awoke. or |
thought she did. at hearing her name |
shouted. But although she underwent |
the mental and the physical shock OF |
being startled from slumber, although |
she felt the first swift fright of a per- |
son aroused 10 strange surroundings, |
she knew on the instant that she must |
still be asleep; for everything about |
her was dim and dark, the air was cold
and damp, wet grass rose to her knees. |
Before she could half realize her con-
dltion she felt herself plunged into
space. She heard herself scream
hOarsely, fearfully, and knew, too late,
that she was indeed awake. Then
whirling chaos A sudden, binding
crash of lights and sounds Nothing
morei
Esteban varona sat until late hour
that night over a letter which required
the utmost care In its composition. II
was written upon the thinnest of pa
per, and when 1t was finished the