The Raymer enterprise., 1919-02-06
God vas jealous and took here to Para.

The widowed man cried out angrily: !:
"Paradlsei What 10 this but Para
diser He stared with resentful eyes
at the beauty round about him. "See I
The Yumunr" Don Esteban nung Q
long arm outward. do you think there
10 sight like that In heaveni Para
disc indeed, / gave her everything.
She gained nothing By dying"
With Z grave thoughtfulness which
proved him superior to the ordinary
slave. Sebastian replied:
True! She had all that any vom-
ans heart could desire. but In return
for your goodness she gave you chill
dren. You have lost her. but you have
gained an heir. and q beautiful girl
baby who will grow to be another
Donna Rosa. I grieved a you grieve.
once upon Z time. for my woman died
In childbirth. too. You rememberi But
my daughter lives, and she has brought
sunshine into my old ase. That u the
purpose Of children" He paused and
shifted his weight uncertainty. digging
his stin black toes into the dirt. After
a tius be said. slowly: "Excellencyi I
Now. about the-well-r
"Yes. What about itr
did the Donna Rosa confide her
share Of the secret to anyone7 Those
priests and those doctors, you know"
"She died without speaking"
"Then II rests between you and met"
ut does. unless you have babbled."
"Masterl" Sebastian drew himself
up and there was real dignity In his
black face.
Understand. my whole fortune 10
there-everything. even to the deeds Of
patent for the plantauonA II I thought
there was danger Of you betrnying me
would have your tongue pulled out
and your eyes torn from their sockets" I"
The black man spoke with Z Sim
plicity that carried conviction: Times
are unsettled. Don Esteban, and death
comes without warning. You are
known to be the richest man In this
province and these government officials
are robbers. Suppose--I should be left
alone1 What thenr
The planter considered for 4 mo-
ment. "well. when my children are old
enough to hold their tongues they will
have to be told. II I'm gone. you shall
be the one to tell them. Now leave me ;
this is no time to speak Of such things"
Sebastian went a. noiselessly as he
had come. On his way back to his guar
tiers be took the path to the well-the
place where most Of bis time was ordi-
narly spent. Sebastian had dug this
well. and with his own hands he had
beautined Its surroundings until they
were the loveliest on the varona
grounds. It was Sebastlan's task to
keep this place green. and thither he
took his way, from force Of habit.
Through the twilight came Pancho
Cueto the manager. q youngish man.
with 4 narrow face and bold. close-set
eyes. Spying Sebastian. be began:
80 Don Esteban has an heir at
lastf'
The slave rubbed his eyes with the
heel Of his huge yellow palm and an.
swered. respectfully:
"Yes. Don Pancho. Two little angels,
boy and q girl" His gray brows
drew together In 4 painful frown.
Donna Rosa was q saint. No doubt
there is great rejoicing In heaven at
her coming. Ehf What do you think r
"Um-m! Possibly. Don Esteban will
miss her for time and then. I dare
say. he will remarry." At the negro's
exclamation Cueto said: "Soi And
why notf Everybody knows how rich
he Is. From 0rente to Pinar del Rio
the women have heard about his treas
ure."
"What treasurer asked Sebastian,
after an instant's pause.
Cueto's dark eyes cleaned resent.
fully at this show Of ignorance, but he
laughed.
"Ho! There's 4 careful fellow for
you No wonder he trusts you. But
do you think I have neither eyes nor
sani My good Sebastian. you know
oil about that treasure: in fact. you
know far more about many things than
Don Esteban would care to have you
tell. Come now. don't your"
Sebastian's face was like q mask
carved from ebony. "Of what does this
treasure consistf'' he inquired. IT have
never heard about It"
"0f gold. Of jewels. Of silver bars
and precious ornaments." Cueto's head
was thrust forward, his nostrils were
dllated. his teeth cleaned. "Oh, It 10
somewhere about. a. you very well
know! Bah! Don't deny It. I'm no
fool. What becomes OF the money
from the slave girls. eh7 And the
sugar crops. too? Does II 60 to buy
arms and ammunition for the rebels
No. Don Esteban hides 1t, and you
help him. Come" he cried, disregard
Ing Ssbastian's murrsurs Of protest,
"did you ever think how fabulous that
fortune must be BY this timei Did you
ever think that one little gem. one
bag Of gold, would buy your freedom r
Don Esteban has promised to buy
my freedom and the freedom Of my
girl"
"Sof" Tho manager was plainly