Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1918-07-12

for l am placing their lives In your
hands and-I love them dearly"
II shall do exactly as you say"
"Very well, thenl Go to Eeuvitas,
where Tomas lives-there is q steamer
leaving In three or four days, and you
can arrange passage or her. He Is q
dentist. Meet him, somehow. and
make yourself know by repeating this
sentence: 4 come from Felipe. He told
me how you whipped him to keep him
from going to the Ten Years wari'
That will be enough; he will ask you
who you are and what you want. You
won't need to say anything more. No
living soul, except Tomas and I, knows
that he thrashed me, but 1t Is true. He
will understand from the message that
I trust you, and he will help you to
reach the rebels, If such a thing is
possible. Come and see me when you
get back, and bring me news of Tomas.
Now, adios, compadre."
"Adlos, senior! I am deeply CRATE
full !"
O'Reilly had no difficulty In securing
passage direct to Neuvitas on the Eng
lish steamer Durham Castle, and a few
days later he saw the Atlantic high
lands dissolve into the mists Of a WIN
ter afternoon as the ship headed out
ward into Il nasty running sea.
Cuba, when 1t came fairly into sight,
lay bathed In golden sunshine, all
warmth and welcome, like a bride
upon IN azure couch. The moist breath
from her fragrant shores swept over
the steamers decks and Johnnie
OReilly shifted 1t joyfully.
Although there were but a few pas
sengers on the Durham Castle, they
were subjected to o long delay, during
which suspicious customs men searched
their baggage and questioned them.
Finally, however, O'Reilly found him.
self free to go ashore.
Ell Gran Hotel Europea, Neuvitas'
leading hostelry, belled Its name. It
was far from large. and certainly it
was anything but European. except,
perhaps, In its proprietor's %extravagsnt
and un-American desire to please, at
any cost. But 1t was the best hotel
the place afforded. and Senior Carbajal
was the most attentive of hosts.
He evinced alt unusual interest in
the affairs Of his American guest, and
soon developed a habit Of popping into
the latter's room at unexpected mo-
ments, ostensibly to see that all was
as 1t should be. When, for the third
time, he appeared without knocking,
O'Reilly suspected something.
"You have everything, eh?" Mr.. Car
bajal teetered upon the balls Of his
feet while his small black eyes roved
inquisitively.
Everything In abundance"
"You are a pleasure traveller? You
e the sights, is that 1t? Well, Cuba
is beautiful"
"I'm not a tourist. I travel for my
health" said O'Reilly.
"You- HEALTH" Carbajal's
frame began to heave; his bulging alb
domen oscillated as If shaken by s-me
hidden hand. "Good! Ha! There's
another joke for you"
"Im a sick man." O'Reilly insisted,
holloway.
"You don't look SICK" mumbled Car
bajal. "Not like the other American"
"What other Americana"
"a peculiar fellow. He went on to
Puerto Principe. What a cough! And
he was as thin as a wire. He bled at
the mouth, too, all the time, when he
was not reviling my hotel. You'll see
him If you go there, provided he hasn't
come apart with his coughing. I be-
lieve he writes for newspapers. Well
1t is my pleasure to serve you. Com
mand me at any hour" Mr.. Carbajal
rose reluctantly and went wheezine
downstairs to his grimy tables and the
flies.