The Washington herald., 1919-11-07
Go On with the story.

Go On with the story.
CHAPTER vII-coNTINUED.
Going 10 sweat Il out. eh? Well
there's nothing to do but sweat
Branch was racked by q coughing
spasm that shook his reedy frame
sweat and cough. Bullets! No mis-
take about that hospital bark, Is
therey' when he had regained his
breath he said: See here! going
to take a chance with you, for ike
your looks. My newspaper work is
blum: / don't send enough stun TO
keen me alive. came here TO cure
my lungs. and-I want you to help
me do it,
O'Reilly stared At the man in sur
prise. How can I help YOU" he
asked.
BY taking me with YOU"
with me? Where?"
ITO the Insurrectos. OF course"
The men eyed each other fixedly.
What makes you think" o'Reilly
began.
"oh, don't say Il. I've got hunch
Il don't know what your name Is
probably dynamite: there's a story
/ that the rebels have sent for some
American experts TO teach them how
TO use the stun. and God knows they
need instruction! Anyhow, ] can't
swallow that rheumatism talk
thought you might give me hit
Take me along. win your"
And how would that benent your
cough" Johnnie inquired, curiously
| Mr.. Branch hesitated. We'll. III
tell you" he eaid. after a moment.
'.rm afraid 70 die, this way. by
inches. and hours. I'm scared TO
death" II seemed impossible that the
sick mans checks could further
blanch, but they became fairly nvid,
while a beading OF moisture appeared
upon his upper lip. God! You've
no idea how il gets on fellow
nerves to see himself slipping-snp'
ping. I'd like to end II suddenly
like that He voiced the last sen
ltence abruptly and snapped MS
fingers 1--WE tried to bump on. but
no courage, Funny. isn't IL! Wen
the doctors told me another New York
winter would put me in rosewood
showcase. I've tried Colorado and
it's no good See? So | decided tc
Join the Cubans and-let a bullet DC
the trick never did like tho
Spaniards-their cooking is too greasy
Then. too. I'd like TO have q thrill
before cash in-tas;e the salt o.
life as somebody expressed IL. That;
war. It's the biggest game in th'
world. What do you think OF tht
idea?"
Not much" o'Reilly sail. honestly
Difference in temperament. l sup
pose il is sick fancy. but I've go'
a. al TINT I'm here
these Romeos won't let me get ou'
of town. II you're what ] think yol
are. give me a hand. I'm q rotter
coward. but I'll fight IL the Cuban:
will take me-
where are the Cubans?"
"Oh, they're out yonder In the hills
II know all about 'em. Come ove'
to my quarters. and I'll show you {
map, II you're interested"
"I am" said O'Reilly and. rising
he followed his new acquaintance.
THE SPANISH DOCRLO0N.
On the whole. Psncho Cueto's PLAN
thad worked smoothly. After de
nouncing the Varona twins as traitor
he had manag ged to have himself ap
pointed trustee for the crown, foI
all their properties, consumption TO
which he had worked from th'
moment he read that letter OF Este
bans on the morning after Dom
Isaoels death. To be sure. the over
seer had acquired title. Of a sort. 4
the plantation by paying the take
over a period of years. but 1t was tn
Quinta itself which he desired. tn
Quinta de Esteban with its hidder
gold, That there was a treasur'
Cueto had never doubted, and, ono
the place was his to do with as h
chose. he began his search.
Cueto was a tireless. thorough-go
ing man, therefore he did not sc
about his explorations in the hap
hazard manner OF Dona Isabel Com
mencing at the lower edge Of tn,
grounds. he ripped them up with I
series of deep trenches and cross
lcuts. 1t was a task taht required tn
labor OF many men for several weeks
and when It was finished there wa
scarcely q growing thing left upon th'
place. Only a few OF the larger treei
remained. Cueto was disappointed a
finding nothing. but he was not dis
couraged. Next he tore down the OLE
slave barracoons and the outbuildings
after which he completely wreckeS
the residence itself. He pulled =
apart bit by bit, brick by brick. HI
even dug up its foundations. but with
out the reward Of so much as a singl,
peseta. Finally, when the villa wa
but a heap OF rubbish and the ground,
4 scar upon the slope Of La Cumbre
he desistedr- baffled, incredulous
while all Matanzss laughed at him
Having sacrificed his choicest resi-
dence, he retired in chagrin to th'
plantation OF La Joya-
But Cueto was now a man with q
grievance. He burned with rage, and
his contempt for the boy and girl h
had vronged soured into hatred. Suci
time as he did not spend in rackint
his brain to explain the disappearance
Of the dead Esteban's riches. he de
voted TO crsing the living Estebsl
and his sister. who, II seemed to him
were somehow to blame for hi
wrecked hopsG