The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1918-07-12

ans voice gathered strength. "Ten
thousand men In ten thousand years
sDuld never find the place. and nobody
knows the secret but Don Esteban and
me-"
Il believe you. knew all the
time 1t was here. Well? Where Is II 2"
Sebastian hesitated and said, pi.e-
,usly, Il an dying"
Isabel could scarcely contain herself.
Ill give you water, but frst tell me
where-wherel God In heaven! Can't
you see that l. too, am perishingy
II must have a drink"
Tell me 1irst."
Sebastian lifted his head and, meet
Ing the speakers eyes, laughed hoarse-
~.
At the sound Of his unnatural merri-
ment Isabel recoiled as IL stung. She
stared at the slaves face In Amusement
and then in fury. She stammered. In
co%herently, "You-you have been
lying!"
"Oh no! The treasure Is there, the
greatest treasure In all Cuba, but you
shall never know where 1t Is. I'll see
to that. It was you who sold my girl ;
1t was you who brought me to this; 1t
was your hand that whipped me. Well.
ri tell Don Esteban how you tried to
hribe his secret from me! What do
N"u think he'll do thene Eh7 You'll
feel the lash on your white back"
|. You fool!" Donna Isabel looked
murder. "Ill punish you for this: I'll
make you speak II have to rub your
Wounds with salt"
But Sebastian closed his eyes
YEARLY. "You can't make me suffer
more than I have suffered" he said.
And now-I curse you. May that
reasure be the death Of you. May you
i've In torture like mine the res Of
tour days; may. your beauty turn to
lgliness such that men will spit 1t
you; may you never know peace again
until you die In poverty and want"
But Donna Isabel. being supersti-
rious, ned with her fingers In her ears;
lor did she undertake to make good
her barbarous threat, realizing oppor-
unely that 1t would only serve to be-
ray her desperate intentions and put
her husband further on his guard.
As the sun was sinking beyond the
farther rim Of the Yumuri and the val
ley was beginning 10 fill with shadows
Esteban varona rode up the hill. His
temper was more evil than ever, II that
,~~ rDccih1n p.n 10 1.n1 N.,nlr ~~ntn
In an effort to drown the memory Of his
earlier actions. With him were Pablo
Peza, and Mario de Castano, Col. Men,
doza , Linares. old Pedro Miron. the
advocate, and others Of less conse-
Quence, whom Esteban had gathered
from the Spanish club. The host dis
mounted and lurched across the court
yard to Sebastian.
$50, my fine fellow" he began.
"Have you had enough Of rebellion by
this timer
Sebastian's face wal working AZ he
turned upon his master to say: II
would be lying II I told you that l am
sorry for what ! did. It is You who have
done wrong. Your soul is black with
this crime. Where Is my girlr"
1.-THE devil! To hear you talk one
would think you were q free man." The
planters eyes were bleared and he
brandished his ri%ding-whip threaten
ingly. Il do AZ ! please with my slaves.
tolerate no i~nsolence. Your girl7
Well. she's In the house Of Salvador.
DON Pablo's cochero. where she be-
longS."
Sebastian had hung sick and limp
against the grating. but at these words
he suddenly reused. He strained at
his manacles and the bars groaned un- /
der his weight. His eyes began to roll.
hts lips drew back over his blue gums.
Noting his expression Of feroclty. Este
ban cut at his naked back with the
rtding-whip. crying:
"Hc! Not subdued yet. chi You
need smother 1ogging."
course you and al that 10 yours"
r0ared the maddened slave. May you
know the misery you have put upon
me-. May you rot for Z million years In
hell. May your children's bodies grow
fllthy with disease; may they starve;
may they
Sebastian was yelling. though his
voice was hoarse with pain. The lash
drew blood with every blow. Mean
while. he wrepched and tugged It his
bonds With the fury Of . maniac.
pablo! Your machete. quick I"
painted the slaveowner. "Ill make an
end Of this black fend. once for ALL"
Esteban varona's guests had looked
at the scene with the same mild In
terest they would display at the whip
ping Of . balky horse: and, now that
the animal threatened 20 become dan
gerous. II was Ia their view quite the
proper thing 20 put It ont Of the way.
Don Pablo Pexa stepped toward his
% draw the machete from its
scabbard. But he did not hand It to
his friend. He heard Z shout and
turned ii time 70 sec Z wonderful and