The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-05-19

the ladder to greet them and Inuuire
eagerly Of the trend OF events ashore.
I'VE left in hurry the instant It
started" Webster explained. "As
Americans, we didn't figure we had
any interest In that scrap, either
way" He handed Dolores out on the
landing stage, tossed their baggage
after her and followed; Don Juan
took the wheel, and the launch slid
ont and left them there.
At the head Of the companion ladder
Webster paused and turned for another
lnok at Buenaventura To the west
three great fires now threw q lurid
EEht skyward, mOcking an equally
Ir'd light to the east, that marked the
fnproach Of daylight. He smiled.
those are the cantonment barracks
burning" he whispered to Dolores.
ricardo Is keeping his word. He's
driving the rats hack into their own
holes"
The weeks of clean living, of alb
ention from his wonted daily alco-
Eolic ration, had inspired in Don Juan
'nfetero revival of his all but de.
met interest in life; conversely, in
these stirring times, he was sensible
or an equally acute interest I'm So
brantean politics, for he was Irish
and fiabby indeed IS that son of the
Green Little Isle who. wherever he
nav np -fIprlinns m tnl-
any public argument. For the love of
politics. like the love Of home is new
er dead in the Irish.
1t is instinct with them-the
heritage, perhaps, Of centuries of on
preston and suppression. which nur-
lures rather than STILES the yearning
for place and power. Now as Don
Juan turned Leber's launch shoreward
and Kicked the motor wide omen. he
too. deserted against the dawn the
glare of the burning cantonments west
OF the city, and at the sight his pulse
beat high with the lust of battle, the
longing to he In at the death in this
struggle, where the hopes and aspi-
rations of those he loved were at stake
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would have been u matter of extreme
indifference to Don Juan; he would
have reflected that II was merely the
outs trying to get in, and that If they
succeeded. the sole benefit to the gen
eral public would be the privilege of
paying the bill. Today, however, in the
knowledge that he bad an Opportuni-
ty to fight beside white men and DER
chance even up some old scores with
the Guardia Civil. 1t occurred sudden
iY to Don Juan that it would be q
brave and vlrtu2uS act to cast his
lot witt; the Rucy forces. He was a
being reorganiZcd and rebuilt, and II
behooved him to do something to dem.
onStrate his manhood.
Don Juan knew, Of course. that
should the rebels lose and he be CAP.
tured. he would be executed; yet this
contingency seemed far-fetched one.
in view of the fact that he had John
Stuart Webster at his back, ready TO
finance his escape from the city. Also
Don Juan had had an opportunity, In
the hills above San Miguel de Padua.
for critical study Of Ricardo Ruey
and had cGmc to the conclusion that
at last real man had come to lib
crate SObrante; further, Don Juan
had had ocular evidence that John
Stuart Webster was connected with
the revolution, for had he not snug
gled Ruey into the country? II was
something TO he the right-hand man
Of the president Of rich little cOun.
try like Sobrantc: II was also some
thing to he as close to that right-hand
man as Don Juan was to his master.
Webster; consequently self-interest
and ii" sporting code whispered to
Don Juan that Ii behoOved him to
demonstrate his loyalty with every
means 80 his command, even unto his
hearts blood.
"N'ho knOws." he cogtated as the
launch .bore him swiftly shoreward.
but what I'll acGuit mesrlf with hon
or and get a fine job undher the new
administration? "Tis the masthers
fight. Pm thinkin'; then, be the same
token. It's John Joseph Cafferty's.
win, lose or draw, an may the devil
damn me If fail him afthtr what
he's done for me. Sure If Gineral
Ruey wins, crook av the masther's
finger Will make me icfe politico. An
If he dOes-hoo-roo Hoo.ray"
With his Imagination stiIl running
riot, Don Juan made the launch fast
to the little dock, down which he
ran straight for the warehouse, where
the Ruey mcrcenaries were still con-
gregatcd, husily wiping the factory
grease from the weapons which had
just been distributed to them from the
packing cases. sharp voice halted
him. he paused, painting to find him.
self looking down the long blue bar
rel Of service pistol
"Who are YOU, and what are you
doing here?" the man behind the
weapon demanded brusquely.
"Im Private John J. Cafferty the
latest recruit to the Ruey army" Don
Juan answered composcdS "Who did
We think | was? Private secreth'ry to
that divil Sarros? Man, dear, lower
n.