The Raymer enterprise., 1919-03-06

qua with Assnsio and Evangeiina. former
slaves OF our faeher. Such poverty, such
indescribeble circumstances! But they
were our only friends and they took u
IN when We were homeless, 90 We love
them.
II this letter reaches you-and ssnd
II with praysr-wAat then? dar~ not
think too long Of that, for the hearts Of
men are not like tho hearts Of women.
What VIII you say when you learn that
the Rosa Varona whom you favored with
your admiration 10 not the Rosa Of 10.
dayf ! hear you murmur. '"rhs girI for
gets herself!" But oh, the standards Of
Yesterday are gone and my reserve 10
gone. tool am . hunted creature.
Rosa had compelled herself to start
with the death Of Donna Isabel and to
give him succinct account Of all that
had followed. O'Reilly read the story,
fascinated.
That 10 how W came to five with Assnsio
and biz wife. Imagine III A bohio, hid.
den away far up the Yumuri. and 20 in
GguincAnt - TO escape attention. We are
no longer people Of consequences or ~.
thortty: our safety depends upon our In
conspicuousness.
The whole country u In chaoa There
% no work-nothing but suspicion, hatred,
and violsncA Oh, what dssolatjon this
war has wrought Estsban has already
become gusrFillsro. He has stolen Q
COW. and 20 We have milk for our coffee;
but there 10 only . handful Of coffee LEFT,
and little hope Of more. Marauding bands
Of epaniards are everywhere and the
country people tell atrocious tales about
them. How win II sndf How long b.
fore they will discover us and the WORK
will happsnf
II only you we've here Oh. my dear
ct Juan! II only you were hereto take
me In your arms and Danish this ever
constant terror at my heart II only you
were here to tell me that you love ms
still 10 spite Of my misfortune essl The
turn. will you notf could not write IKE
this II were sure that you would read
these lines. My nightly prayer But
will not tell you Of my prayers. for fate
may guids this letter TO you. after all.
and the hearts Of men DO change. In
thoes dark hours whom my doubts ariss
Try to tell myself that you win surely
come and search mo out.
When you return to Cuba-sss, my faith
u strong again-Avoid MAtanxas, for your
own sake and nina Don Mario wanted
to marry me to save me this exile. But
I refused; told him was pledged to
you, and he was furiouA He IL power
fui: he would baik you. and there II al
| ways room for one more In San 8everino.
II could como to you. would, but
am marked. 30 II you still desire me you
| must search me out. You wiiif I pin my
faith to that a. to the Cross To doubt
would be to perish. II we should have TO
md another hiding-place and that is al
ways likely. you can learn Of our where
abouts from Colonel Lopez.
Alas! II you had asked me to 60 with
you that dayi would have followed you,
for my heart beat then ~ II beats today,
for you alone.
The candle Is burning low and II will
soon be daylight and then this letter must
begin Its long. uncertain Journey. trust
tho many blots upon the paper viii not
give you . wrong impression OF my writ
ing for I am neat. and I write nicely.
only now the ink Is poor and there Is very
little Of It There Is little Of anything.
here at Asensio's house. except tears. OF
those I fear there are too many to please
you. my Juan. for men do not like tears.
Therefore try to smile a. sign myself.
Your loving and your faithful
ROSA.
o aodi Come quickly. II you love me.