Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-10-25

Spanish officers to whom the sight Of
starving country people was no nov
city. Now and then, however, there did
arrive visitors from whom the spec
tacle Of so much Indebtedness wrung
a contribution, hence there was al
ways an expectant throng at the depot
On this occasion O'Reilly was sur
prised to hear the piteous wines for
charity in the name of God turn sud-
denly into subdued but vicious NUT
ter Of rage. Kisses We're intermingled
with vituperations, then the crowd fell
strangely silent, parting to allow the
passage of great, thick-set man in the
uniform Of a colonel of volunteers. The
fellow was unusually swarthy and he
wore black scowl upon his face, while
q long puckering scar the full length Of
one cheek lifted his mouth into a
crooked sheer and left exposed a
glimpse of wolfish teeth.
ORellly was at loss to fathom this
sudden alteration of attitude, the whis-
tie of indrawn breaths and the whis-
pered curses, until he heard some one
mutter the name, "Cobo." Then indeed
he started and stifrened in his tracks.
He fixed fascinated stare upon the
fellow.
Colonel Cobo seemed no little
pleased by the reception he created.
With his chest arched and his black
eyes cleaning malevolently he swag-
gered through the press, clicking his
heels noisily upon the stone flags. When
he had gone jacket voiced vicious
oath.
$50 that is the butcher Of babies r"
exclaimed the boy. "Well, now. I
should enjoy cutting his heart out"
O'Reilly's emotions were not entire
ly unlike those of his small companion.
His lips became dry and white as he
tried to speak.
What bruteI That face Ugh ~
he found himself shaking weakly,
and discovered that new and wholly
unaccountable feeling of discourage
ment had settled upon him. He tried
manfully to shake it off, but somehow
failed, for the sight Of Rosa's arch
enemy and the mans overbearing per-
sonality had affected him dueerly.
Cobo's air Of confidence and authority
seemed to emphasize OReilly's impo-
tence and bring it forcibly home to
him. To think of his lustful persecu-
ton Of Rosa Varona, moreover, terri
fed him. The next day he resumed his
hut-to-hut search, but with listless-
ness that came from a firm conviction
that once again he was too late.
That afternoon found the two friends
among the miserable novels which en-
circled the foot of La Cumbre, about
the only quarter they had not explored.
Below lay San Severlno, the execution
place; above was the site of the old
Varona home. More than once On his
way about the city O'Reilly had lifted
his eyes in the direction of the latter,
feeling q great hunger to revisit the
scene of his last farewell to Rosa, but
through fear Of the melancholy effect
it would have upon him he had thus
far resisted the impulse. Today, how
ever, he could no longer fight the NOR
bid desire and SO In spite of Jackets
protest at the useless expenditure of
effort, he set out to climb the hill. Of
course the boy would not let him go
alone.
Little was said during the ascent.
The La Cumbre road seemed very long
and very steep. How different the last
time O'Reilly had swung up it! The
climb had never BEFORE tired him as II
did now, and he reasoned that hunger
must have weakened him even more
than he realized. Jacket felt the exer-
ton, too; he was short OF breath and
he rested frequently. O'Reilly saw that
the boys bare, brown legs had grown
bony since he had last noticed them,
and he felt a sudden 7ang at having
brought the little fellow into such a
plight as this.
swell, hombre," he said when they
paused to rest, I'm afraid we came
too late. I'm ;.fraid we're licked"
Jacket nodded listlessly; his opti-
mism, too, was gone. 'They must all
he dead or we would have found them
before this" said he. When O'Reilly
made no answer he continued, ut is
time we thought of getting away from
here, eh?"
Johnnie was sitting with his face In
his hands. Without lifting his head he
INQUIRED: "How are we going to get
away? 1t is easy enough to get into
AIatanzas, but" He shrugged hope
| lessly.
Jacket Frightened at the thought Of
escape. "Ho! III bet we can find a
hole somewhere" said he. Were not
like these others. They haven't the
spirit to try" There was a moment OF
silence, and then: "Carambal Yon
remember those jutias We ate? Trey
were strong, but would enjoy the
smell of one now. Eth? Another week
of this and we shall be living on garb-
age like the rest Of these poor peo-
pie"
Leaving JACKIE % take his time
Johnnie completed the CLIMB alone
meditating upon the boys words The