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FOREWORD
The Cuba of the days of
Weyler and Gomez and the
ragged, half-starved bands
of "insurrectos" furnishes
an admirable background
for this delightful story, in
which love, war and the
search for a buried treasure
are the principal strands
that are interwoven to make
a plot that is worthy of the
mind of Rex Beach. The
author of "The Spoilers,"
"The Barrier," and other
stirring tales, has produced
his most thrillinq story in
"Rainbow's End."
CHAPTER I.
The Valley of Delight.
In nil probability your first view of
the'volley of tho Yumurl will bo from
the Her-nltngo of Montscrrute, for It Ib
there that tho cochoros drive you.
There yon overlook tho fairest sight In
nil Christendom "tho loveliest valley
'In tho world," ns Humboldt called It
for the Yumurl nestles right nt your
feet, n vale of pure delight, a gllmpso
of Paradise that bowlldcrs the eyq and
fills the foul with ecstasy
Standing beside tho shrine of Our
Lady of Montscrrntc, you will sou be
yond th't cleft through which tho river
emerges nnother hill, Ln Cumbre, from
which tho view Is wonderful, and your
driver may tell you about tho splendid
homes that used to grace Us slopes
itn the golden days when Cuba had an
aristocracy. Your cochero may point
lout a ccrtnln grove of orango trees,
now little more than a rank tangle,
'and tell you about tho qulntn .of Don
Esteban Varonn, and lta hidden treas
ure: about llttlo Esteban nnd Itosa, tho
twins; and about Sebastian, tho giant
slave, who died ln fury, taking with
him tho secret of tho well.
The Spanish Main is rich ln talcs of
treasure-trove, for when tho Antilles
were most affluent they were least so'
euro, and men wero put to strange
shifts to protect their fortunes. Cer
tain hoards, like jewels of tragic JiIb
tory, In time assumed a sort of evil
personality, not Infrequently exercising
a dire lnfluenco over tho lives of thtiso
who chanced to fnll under their spells.
It was as If tho money wero accursed,
for certainly tho seekers often came
to evil. Of such a character was tho
Varona treasure Don Estebnn himself
was neither better nor worso than
other men of hts time, and although
part of the money he hid was wrung
from the toll of slaves and tho trafllc
In their bodies, much of It was clean
enough, nnd In tlmo tho earth purified
It all. Since his acts tnndo so deep an
Impress, and since the trcasuro ho left
played so big n part In the destinies of
those who camo after him, It Is well
that somo accpunt of theso matters
should be given.
i She story, please remember, Is an
old one; It has been often told, and In
the telling and retelling It Is but natural
that a certain glamour, a ccrtnln
tropical cxtravngance, should attach to
It, therefore you should make allow
ance for some exaggeration, somo ac
cretions duo to the lapse of time. In
the main, however, It is well authenti
cated and runs parallel to fact.
Dounn Itosa Varonn lived barely long
enough to learn thnt she had given
birth to twins. Don Estebnn, whom
people knew ns u grim man, took tho
blow of his sudden berenvemont as bo
came ono of his strong liber. Leaving
the priest upon his knees nnd tho doc
tor busied with the bnblcs, ho strode
through the house and out Into tho
sunset, followed by tho walls of tho
sla.ve women,
' Don Esteban was at heart a solflsh
man, nnd now, therefore, ho felt a sul
len, fierce resentment mingled with
kls grltf. What trick was this? ho
asked himself. Whnt hnd ho done to
Hcrit such misfortune? Hnd he not
Made rich gifts to tho church? Had ho
not knelt and prayed for his wife's
safe delivery and then hung his gifts
upon the sacred Image, ns Loyola hud
hung, up his weapons before thnt other
counterpart o'f Our Lady? Don Este
ban scowled at the memory, for those
items wero of the finest.
He- looked up from his unhappy
musings to find n gigantic bare
footed negro standing before him.
The slave was middle-aged; his kinky
hair was growing gray ; "but ho was of
superb proportions, and tho muscles
which showed through the rents In his
cotton garments were as smooth nnd
supple as those of a stripling, Ills
black fuco was puckered with grief,
as he began:
"Master, is It true that Donnn Rosa
" Tho fellow choked.
"Yes," Esteban nodded, wearily, "she
Is dead, Selmstlnn.'l
Tears came to Sebastian's eyes aud
overflowed his checks; ho stood mo
tionless, striving to volco Ids sympathy,
At length ho said:
uHlw wns too good for this world.
By REX BEACH
God was jealous and took here to Para
dise." Tho widowed man cried out angrily:
"Pnrndlsol What Is this but Para
dise?" He stared with resentful eyes
nt tho benuty round nbout him. "See I
Tho Yumurl I" Don Estebnn Hung a
long arm outward. "Do you think there
is u sight like thnt ln heaven? Pnrn
dlso Indeed I I gave her everything.
She gained nothing by dying."
With n grnvo thoughtfulnoss which
proved him. superior to tho ordlnnry
slnvc, Sebastian replied:
"Truol She had nil that nny wom
an's heart could desire, but in return
for your goodness she gnvo you chil
dren. You have lost her, but you have
gained an heir, and a beautiful girl
baby who will grow to bo nnother
Donnn Rosa. I grieved ns you grieve,
once upon a time, for my woman died
In childbirth, too. You remember? But
my daughter lives, nnd she has Drought
sunshine Into my old age. Thnt is the
purpose of children." Ho pnused and
shifted his weight uncertainly, digging
his stiff bluck toes Into the dirt. After
a time he said, slowly: "Excellency!
Now, nbout tho well i"
"Yes. Whnt nbout It?"
"Did the Donnn Itosa confide her
sharo of tho secret to anyone? Thoso
priests nnd those doctors, you know "
"She died without speaking."
"Then It rests between you nnd me?"
"It docs, unless you have babbled."
"Master I" Sebnstinn drew himself
up and there wns rent dignity ln his
blnck fnco.
"Understand, my whole fortune Is
thorc everything, even to tho deeds of
patent for tho plantations. If I thought
there wns danger o you bctruylng mo
I would have your tongue pulled out
and your eyes torn from their sockets."
Tho block mnn spoke with n sim
plicity that carried conviction : "Times
uro unsettled, Don Esteban, and death
comes without warning, You are
known to bo tho richest man In this
province and these government officials
nro robbers. ' Suppose I should he left
alono? What then?"
The planter considered for a mo
ment "Well, when my children nro old
enough to hold their tongues they will
havo to bo told. If I'm gone, you shall
be the ono to tell them. Now lcavo me ;
this Is no time to speak of such things."
Sebastian went as noiselessly ns ho
had come. On his way back to his quar
ters ho took tho path to tho well tho
place where most of his tlmo was ordi
narily spent. Sebastian hnd dug this
well, nnd with his own hands he had
beautified Its surroundings until they
wero the loveliest on the Varonn
grounds. It was Sebastian's task to
keep this place green, and thither ho
took his way, from force of habit.
Through tho twilight camo Pancho
Cueto, the manager, a youngish man,
with a narrow face and bold, close-set
eyes. Spying Sebastian, ho began i
"So Don Esteban has , an heir at
Inst?"
The slave rubbed his eyes with tho
heel of his huge yellow palm and an
awercd, respectfully:
"Yes, Don Pancba. Two Httlo angels.
n boy and a gtrL" His gray brows
drew together In a painful frown,
"Donnn Itosa was a saint. No doubt
thero la great rejoicing In heaven at
her coming. Eh? What do you think?"
"Ura-ml Possibly. Don Estebnn will
miss her for a time nnd ttien, I dare
say, ho will remarry." At tho negro's
exclamation Cueto said: "Sol And
why not? Everybody knows how rich
ho Is. From Orlcnto to Plnnr del Rio
tho women have heard about his treas
ure."
"Whnt trensuro?" asked Sebastian,
ufter un Instant's pnusc.
Cueto's dnrk eyes gleamed resent
fully nt this show of Ignorance, but ho
laughed.
"Ho I There's n careful fellow for
you I No wondor ho trusts you. But
do you think I havo neither eyes nor
ears? My good Sebastian, you know
nil nbout thnt treasure; ln fact, you
know far mora nbout many tilings than
Don Estebnn would caro to lmve you
tell. Como now, don't you?"
Sebastian's face wns like n mask
carved from ebony. "Of what does this
treasure consist?" ho Inquired. "I havo
never heard nbout It."
"Of gold, of Jewels, of silver bars
nnd precious ornaments." Cueto's hend
wns thrust forward, his nostrils wero
diluted, his teeth gleamed, "Oh, It Is
somewhere nbout, ns you very well
know I Unlit Don't deny It. I'm no
fool. Whnt becomes of tho money
from tho slave girls, eh? And tho
sugar Crops, too? Does It go to buy
arms nud ammunition for tho rebels?
No. Don Estebnn hides It, and you
help him. Come," ho cried, disregard
Ing SebaBtlan's murmurs of protest
"did you ever think how fabulous thnt
fortune must bo by this time? Did you
ever think thnt ono llttlo gem, ono
bag of gold, would buy your freedom?
"Don Hstebnn has promised to buy
my freedom and tho freedom of my
girl."
"So?" Tho manager wns plainly
surprised. "I didn't know thnt." After
ti moment he begun to lntigh. "And
yet you pretend to know nothing nbout
thnt trcasuro? llnl You're a good
boy, Sebastian, and bo I nm. I admire
you. We ro both loynl to our mnster,
eh? nut now ubout Evnngellna."
Author of "The Iron Trail," "The
Spoilers," "Heart of the Sunset," Etc;
'Copyrltfht, by Htrper and Brother)
Cueto's fnco took on a craftier expres
sion. "She Is n likely girl, nnd when
sho grows up she will bo worth more
than you, her fnthcr. Don't forget thnt
Don Estebnn Is before nil clso n busi
ness mnn. He careful that some ono
doesn't mnko him so good nn offer for
your girl thnt he will forget his prom
ise nnd sell her."
Sebnstinn uttered n hoarse, nnlmnl
cry nnd the whites of his eyes showed
through the gloom. "Ho would never
sell Evangcllnnt"
Cueto laughed nloud once more. "Of
course I He would not dare, oh? I am'
only tensing you. Hut sec I You have
given yourself nwny. Everything you
tell me proves that you know nil about
thnt trensure." '
"I know but one thing," tho slnvc
declnred, stiffening himself slowly,
"nnd that Is to bo fnlthful to Don Es
tebnn." He turned nnd departed, Ienv
lng Pnncho Cueto storing after him
medltntlvely.
In the dnys following the birth of
his children and the denth of his, wife,
Don Esteban Varona, ns hnd been Ids
custom, steered n middle course In
politics, In that way mannglng to nvold
n clnsh with the Spanish ofliclnls who
ruled the island, or nn open break with
his Cuban neighbors, who rebelled be-
ncath their wrongs. Estebnn dcnlt
diplomatically with both fnctlons nnd
went on raising slaves and sugar to his
own great profit.
Tho twins. Estebnn and Itosn. devel
oped Into healthy children and became
tho pride of Sebastian and his daugh
ter, Into whoso caro they had been
given. . As for Evnngellna, the young
ncgress, sho grew tall nnd strong nnd
handsome, until she was tho finest
slavo girl ln tho neighborhood.
Then, one day, Don Estebnn Vnronu
remarried, and tho Donnn Isabel, who
had been a famous Hubann benuty,
enmo to live at tho qulnta. Tho daugh
ter of Impoverished parents, she had
heard nnd thought much about tho
mysterious trcasuro of La Cumbre.,
Before the first fervor of his honey-
ntoon cooled the groom began to fear
thnt ho hnd mado a serious mlstnke.
Donnn Isnbcl, ho discovered, wns both
vnln'and selfish. Not only did sho
crnvo luxury and display, but with sin
gular persistence she demanded to
know all about her husband's financial
nffnlrs.
Now Don Estebnn wns no longer
young; ngo hnd soured him with sus
picion, nnd when onco he saw hlmgclf
us the victim of a mercenary mnrrlngo
he turned bitterly ngnlnst his wife.
Her curiosity he sullenly resented, nnd
he unblushlngly denied his possession
Of any considerable wealth. In fnct,
ho tried with malicious Ingenuity to
ranko her bcllcvo him a poor man. But
Isnbcl wns not of tho sort to be readily
deceived. Finding her nrts nnd co
quetries of no avail, she flew Into n
rngc, nnd n furious qun'rrcl ensued
the first of mnny. For tho lndy could
not rest without knowing nil there wns
to know nbout the trensure.
Sho searched the qulntn, of course,
whenever she had a, chance, but sho
discovered nothing with tho result
thnt tho mystery begjin to engross her
whole (bought. She pried Into the ob
scurest corners, sho questioned tho
slaves, she lny awnko at night listening
to Esteban s breathing, In the hope of
surprising his secret from his dreams.
At length a time camo when they lived
ln frank enmity; when Isnbel never
spoke to Estebnn except In reproach or
auger, and when Esteban unlocked his
Hps only to taunt his wlfo with the
fnct thnt sho had been thwarted de
spite her cunning.
It wns only natural under such con
ditions thnt Donnn Isnbel should lenrn
to dlsllko her stepchildren Estebnn
hnd told her frankly that they would
Inherit whatever fortuno ho possessed.
As may bo Imagined, sho found wnys
to vent her spite upon the twins. Sho
widened her hatred so ns to Include old
Sebastian nnd his daughter, nnd even
went so fnr ns to persecute Evnnge
llna's sweetheart, n slave nnmed Asen
slo. It had not taken Donna Isnbel long
to guess the reason for Sebastian's
many privileges, nnd ono of her first
offorts hnd been to win the old man's
confidence. It was ln vnln, however,
that she llattcred nnd cajoled, or
stormed and threatened; Sebastian
withstood her us n towering celba with
Btunds tho summer hent nnd the win
ter hurricane.
His firmness mado her vindictive,
nnd so In tlmo sho laid a "scheme to
estrange him from hts master.
Dounn Isabel wns crafty. Sho began
to complain about Evangollnn, but It
wns only ufter mnny months thnt she
ventured to suggest to her husband
thnt ho sell tho girl. Estebnn, of
course, refused point-blank ; he wns too
fond of Sebastian's daughter, he de
clnred, to think of such a thing.
"So, Hint Is It," sneered Donna Isa
bel. "Well, -Bho Is young nnd shnpely
nnd hnndsome, us wenches go. I rather
suspected you woro fond of her"
With difficulty Estebnn restrained an
oath. "You mlstnko my meaning," ho
snld sillily. "Sebastian has served mo
fnlthfully, and Evnngellna plays with
my children. Sho Is good to them; sho
Is more of u mother to them than you
hnvo ever been."
"Is that why you dress her llko n
ludy? Baht A likely story 1" Isabel
tossed her fine, dnrk hend. "I'm not
blind ; I see whnt goes on about me. I
won't hnve thnt wench ln my house."
(loaded to fury by his wife's sense
less nccusntion, Estebnn cried: "Your
house? By whnt license do you cnll it
yours?"
"Am I not mnrrlcd to you?"
"l'cs as n leech Is married to Its
victim. You suck my blood." v
'Your blood 1" Tho womnn laughed
shrilly. "You have no blood; your
veins run vinegar. You ure n miser."
"Miser I Miser I I grow sick of tho
word. It Is all you find to taunt me
with. Confess thnt you married me
for my money," ho roared.
"Of course I did I Do you think a
womnn of my benuty would marry you
for anything else? But a fine bargain
I made I"
"Vnmpirel"
"Wife or vampire, I Intend to rule
this house, nnd I refuse to be shamed
by a thick-lipped African. Her nlrs
tell her story. She Is insolent to me,
but I shn'n't endure It. She lnughs
nt me. Well, your friends shnll lnugh
nt you."
"Sliencol" commanded Estebnn.
"Sell her, or"
Without wnitlng to heur her thrent
Estebnn tossed his nrras . above his
head and fled from th room. Flinging
himself Into the 6 ' le, ho spurred
down the hill nnd through, the town to
the Cnslno do Espnnol, where he spent
the night nt enrds with the Spanish .of
ficials. But he did not sell Evnngelinn.
In tho dnys that followed mnny slml-
lnr scenes occurred, nnd ns Estebnn's
home life grew more unhnppy his dlssl
pntlons lncrcnsed. He drank and gnm
blcd heavily ; he brought his friends to
the qulnta with him, and strove to fdr-
get domestic unpleasantness In boister
ous revelry.
Ills wife, however, found opportuni
ties enough to wenry nnd exasperate
him with rcpronches regarding tho
slave girl.
CHAPTER 'II.
Spanish Gold.
The twins wero seven years old when
Donna Isabel's schemes bore their first
bitter fruit, and the occasion was n
particularly uproarious night when
Don Estebnn entertained a crowd of
his Cnstlllan friends. Little Itosn wns
nwnkened nt n late hour by the laugh
ter nnd shouts of her father's guests.
Sho wns nfrnld, for there Vas some
thing strange about the voices, somo
quality to them which wns foreign to
tho child's experience. Creeping Into
her brother's room, she nwoke him, nnd
"Your Father Has Sold Me to Him!"
together they listened. Itosa began to
whimper, and when, Esteban tried to
reassure her his own volco was thin
and reedy from frjght.
In the midst of their agitation they
heard sumu one weeping ; there camo u
rush, of feet down tho hullwny, nnd tho
next Instnnt Evnngelinn flung herself
Into the room.
She fell upon her knees before them
"Little mnster I Llttlo mistress I" she
sobbed. "You will save me, won't you?
We lovo each other, eh? See then,
what a crime this 1st Say that you
will save mo!"
Tho children were frightened, but
they managed to quaver: "What bus
happened? Who has harmed you?"
"Don Pablo Peza," wept the negress
"Your father has sold mo to him lost
me nt enrds. Oh, I shall dlol Sebas
tian won't believe It He Is praying.
And Asenslo But whnt can they do
to help me? You alono can save me,
You won't let Don Pablo take me
awny? It would kill mo."
"Walt I" Estebnn scrambled out of
bed nnd stood before his dusky nurse
und playmate. "Don't cry any more.
I'll tell papa thnt you don't like Dou
Pnblo."
Itosa followed. "Yes, como along,
brother," she cried, shrilly. "We'll tell
Don Pablo to go homo nnd lenvo our
Evnngelinn." .
"My blessed doves I- But will they
listen to you?" moaned tho slnve.
"Pnpu docs whatever we ask," they
assured her, gravely, "If he should
growl we'll como bach nnd hide you In
tho big wnrdrobe whew nobody will
ever find you." Then hand In hnnd,
with their long nightgowns lifted to
their knees, they pattered out Into the
hnll and down townrd tho living room,
whence enmu the shouting and the
laughter.
Don Mario do Cnstano, who wns fac
ing tho door, stopped ln the midst of a
ribald song to cry: "God be praised I
What's this I see?" "
Tho others looked and then burst
Into merriment, fdr across the litter of
cards and dice and empty glasses- they
saw a dimpled girl and boy, na like aa
two peas. They were Just out of bed ;
they were peering through the smoke,
nnd blinking llko two little owls.
"Sol You uwnken the household
with your songs," some ono chlded Don
Mario.
"Two cherubs from henven," nnother
exclaimed.
But the fnther lurched forwnrd, a
frown upon his fuce. "Whnt Is this, my
dears?" he Inquired, thickly. "Run
back to your beds. This Is no place
for you."
"We love Evungcllnn," piped tho
twins. "You, must not let Don Pnblo
hnve her if you plense."
"Evnngelinn?"
They nodded. "We lovo her. . . ,
She plnys with us every dny. . . .
We wnnt her to stny here. . . . Sho
belongs to us."
Accustomed ns they wero to prompt
compliance with their demands, they
spoke imperiously; but they had never
seen n frown like this upon their fa
ther's fnce.
"Go to your rooms, my sweethearts,"
Don Esteban directed.
"We want Evnngellna. Sho belongs
to us," they chorused, stubbornly.
Don "Pnblo shook with Inughter. "Sol
She belongs to you, eh? And I'm to
be robbed of my winnings. Very well,
then, come nnd give me a kiss, both of
you, nnd I'll see whnt enn be done."
But the children snw thnt Don Pnb-
lo's fnce whb strangely flushed, thnt
his eyes' were wild nnd hts magnificent
beard was wet with wine; therefore
they hung back.
"You won your bet fairly," Esteban
growled nt him. "Pny no heed to these
bnbles."
"Evangellna Is ours,'' the little ones
bravely repented.
Then their fnther exploded: "The
devil t Am I drenmlng? Where havo
you learned to. oppose me? Back to
your beds, both of'you." Seeing them
hesitate, ho shouted for his wife. "Ho,
there! Isabel, my love I Come put
these Imps to rest. Or must I teach
them manners with my palm? A fine
thing, truly I Are they to be allowed
to room tho house at will and get a
fever?"
Mere mention of their stepmother's
name was enough for Rosn nnd Este
bnn; they scuttled nwny us fnst ns
they could go, and when Donna Isabel
came to their rooms, a few moments
Inter, she found them In their beds.
with their eyes deceitfully squeezed
shut. Evnngelinn was cowering in a
corner. Isabel hnd overhenrd the wnger,
nnd her soul wns evilly alight; she
Jerked the slavo girl to her feet and
with a blow of her palm sent her to
her quarters. Then she turned her at
tention to the twins. When sho left
them they were weeping silently, both
for themselves nnd for Evangellna,
whom they dearly loved.
Dny wns breaking when Estebnn
Vnronn bnde his guests good-by at the
door of his house. As he stood there
Sebastian enme to 1dm out of the
mists of the dawn. He was half crazed
from npprehenslon, nnd now cast him
self prone before his master, begging
for Evnngelinn.
The secret of the hldlno
place of the burled treasure
dies with the two men who pos
sess it How this happened la
told In the next Installment
ae
(TO BE CONTIIjUKD.)
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"I might."
''Goqd I" , .
"But remember, I- won't give up my
matinee crowd or my dancing sot "or
my bridge club." Loulsvillo Courier-
Journal.
It Didn't Pay.
The poets nnd others, mnlnly other.
hnve sung of the virtues' nnd blessings
of sleep. No class of men guards sleep
ns cnrefully ns the doctors.
Some one, with nil the wise theories
of ndvertlslng, decided to mnll his lit
tle cnll for business to the medlcnl
men of Indlnnnpolls. He spent a large
sum getting up somo real snappy stuff.
Ho figured out nil the psychology nnd
personal appeal, with all of the big "I"
stuff he could, and then some. He laid
plans to renp n harvest He did not
His good money went to the printer.
More went to Uncle Sam for stamps.
This wise ad writer put a special de
livery stamp on each of his letters.
Result : The doctors of Indianapolis
were awakened nbout 1 a. m. to sign
for a bunch of printed matter. Every
doctor seen says he tore up the booklet
nnd with curses deposited the unrend
pieces ln the waste-paper bnsket or
elsewhere.
With gronns nnd hnrsh words the
medlcnl men went back to bed. It was
a great idea. Indianapolis News.
A.
Package
Grape-Nuts
teaches food
conservation.
Saves
FUEL
SUGAR
TIME
WHEAT
AND
WASTE
SOLD . BY
GROCERS.
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