THE 8EMI.WEEKLY TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.,
" 1 1,11 1 . - 1 ;
' -ill
Rainbow's
SECRET OF THE HIDING PLACE OF THE VARONA TREAS
URE IS LOST
Synopsis. Don Esteban Vnrona, n Cubnn planter, hides his wealth
money, Jewels and title deeds In n well on his estate. Tho hiding
place Is known only to Sebastian, n slave. Don Estebnn's wife dies at
the birth of twins, Kstobnn nnd Rosn. Don Estcban ninrrles the
avaricious Donnn Isabel, who tries unsuccessfully to wring tho secret
of the hidden treasure from Sebastian. Angered at his refusal, she
jrges Don .Estcban to sell Evungellna, Sebastian's daughter. Don
Esteban refuses, but In the courso of a gambling orgle, ho risks
tvnngellna at cards and loses.
CHAPTER II Continued.
Dos Pablo, In whom the liquor was
dying, cursed Impatiently : "Carambn 1
Have I won the treasure of your whole
establishment?" he Inquired. "Per
haps you valuo this wench at more
that n thousand pesos; If so, you will
ay that I cheated you."
"Ifol Sho's only an ordinary girl.
My wife doesn't liko her, nnd so I dc
tcnnlned to get rid of her. She Is
yours, fairly enough," Vnrona told him.
"Then send her to my house. I'll
Arocd her to Salvador, my cochero.
llo's tho strongest man I have."
Sebastian uttered a strangled cry
and rose to his feet. "Master I You
must not"
"Silence I" ordered Estcban. "Go
about your business. What do you
mean by this, anyhow?"
But Sebastian, dazed of mind and
sick of soul, went on, unheeding. "Sho
Is my gtrl. You promised mo her free
dom. I wnrn you "
"Eli?" The plunter swayed forward
nnd with blnzlng eyes surveyed his
lave. "You wnrn mo? Of what?" ho
growled.
At this moment neither master nor
Bias knew exactly what ho said or did.
lebastlan raised his hand on high. In
reality tho gesturo was meant to call
fceaven as a witness to his yeurs of
ialthful service, but, mlscoustrulng hfs
, Intent, Pablo Peza brought his riding
whip down across the old man's back,
rylng:
"Hoi Nonoofthat"
A shudder ran through Sebastian's
frame. Whirling, ho seized Don Pab
lo's wrist and tore tho whip from his
fingers. Although the Spaniard was a
strong man, ho uttered a cry of pnln.
At this Indignity to a guest Estcban
iew Into a fury. "Pnncho I" he cried.
"Hoi Poncho 1" When tho manager
carao running, Esteban explained:
"This fool Is dangerous, no raised his
hand to mo nnd to Don Pablo."
Sebastian's protests wero drowned
ky tho angry voices of Uio others.
"Tie him to yonder gintlng," di
rected Estcban, who wus still In tho
grip of a senseless rage. "Flog him
well nnd mako hnsto about It"
Sebastian, who had no tlino In which
to recover himself, mado but a weak
resistance when Puncho Cuoto locked
his wriBts Into n pnlr of clumsy, old
fashioned manacles, first passing tho
chain around ono of thp bnrs of the
iron window grating which Esteban
bad Indicated.
Cueto swung a heavy lash; the
sound of his blows echoed through tho
qulnta, nnd thoy summoned, among
ethers, Donna Isabel, who watched
the sceno from behind her shutter with
touch satisfaction. Tho guests looked
on approvingly.
Sebastian made no outcry. Tho whip
bit deep; it drow blood and raised
welts the thickness of ouo'a thumb;
nevertheless, for Uie first fow momenta
the victim. Buffered less to body than In
spirit. His brnln was so benumbed, so
shocked with other excitations, that
Jae was well-nigh Insensible to physical
aalu. That Evangcllnn, liesh of his
csh, had been Bold, that his lifelong
faithfulness had brought ouch reward
s this, that Estcban, light of his soul,
jhad turned ngulnst him nil this was
Imply astounding. Gradually ho bt
nn to resent the shrieking Injustice of
It all, nnd unsuspected forces gathered
fcUildo of him. They grow until his
frame was shaken by primitive snvngo
Impulses.
After a time Don Esteban cried;
"That will do, Cueto J Leavo him now
for tho (lies to punish. They will ro
nlnd him of his Insolence."
Then tho guests departed, and Este
iao Btaggercd Into tho houso und went
to bed.
All that morning Sebastian stood
with his hands chained high over his
Ifccad. The sun grow hotter and over
hotter upon his luccrutcd buck; tho
Wood dried and clotted thero; u cloud
M flies gathered, swarming over tho
sw gashes left by Cueto's whip.
Since Don Estebnn's nerves, or per
haps It was his conscience, did not
permit him to sleep, ho arose about
eontlme and dressed himself. Ho wus
still drunk, und the mud rago of tho
rly morning still possessed him;
Unsrefore, when he mounted his horse
ha pretended not to see tho llguro
chained to tho window grutjng, Sebas
tian's affection, for his mnstcr was dog
Hko und he had tuken his punishment
as a dog takes his, moro in surprise
than In auger, but nt this proof of cal
lous Indifference a Are kindled In tho
Id fellow's breast, hotter by far than
she fever tjwn liis fty-blown sores. Ho
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was thirsty, too, but that was the least
of his sufferings.
Sorao time during tho afternoon the
negro heard himself addressed through
the window ngnlnst tho bars of which
ho leaned. Tho speaker was Donnn
Isabel.
"Do you suffer, Sebastian?" she bo
gnn In a tone of gentleness and pity.
"xes, inlstress." Tho speaker's
tonguo was thick and swollen.
"Can I help you?"
.The negro raised his head ; ho shook
his body to rid himself of the Insects
which wero devouring him.
"Glvo mo a drink of water," ho said,
Hoarsely.
"Surely, n great gourdful, all cool
and dripping from tho well. But first 1
want you to tell mo something."
"A drink, for tho lovo of-heaven,"
panted tho old man, and Donna Isubel
saw now cracked and dry were his
(hick Hps, how near tho torture had
como to prostrating him.
"I'll do more," sho promised, nnd her
voice wus like honey. "I'll tell Pnncho
Cueto to unlock you, oven If I risk Es
tebnn's anger by so doing. Will you be
my friend? Will you tell me some
thing?" "Whnt can I tell you?"
"Oh, you know very well 1 I've asked
It often enough, but you have lied, Just
as my husbagd has lied to me. lie Is n
miser; ho has no heart; he cares for
nobody, us you can see. You must
hate him now, oven as I hate him. Toll
me Is there really a treasure, or ?"
"Tell Mo Is Thero Really a Treaa.
ure, or j"
Tho womnn gasped; sho choked; sho
comu scarcely rorco tho auestlon for
fear of disappointment "Tell mo thero
Is, Sebastian. I've heard so many lies
that I begin to doubt"
Tho old mnn nodded. "Oh. ves. there
Is a treasure," Bald ho.
"Oh I You havo seen It?" Isabel
was trembling as If with on ugne.
"What Is It llko? How much Is thore?
Good Sebastian, I'll give you water;
I'll havo you pet freo If you tell me."
"How much? I dWt kuow. But
thero Is much pieces of Spanish gold,
silver coins lu casks und In llttlo boxes
tho boxes are bound with Iron and
have hasps nnd stnples ; bnrs of
precious metnl nnd llttlo paper pack-
uges of gems, all tied up and hidden In
leather bags."
"Yes I Goon."
"Thero are ornaments, too. God
knows they must havo como from
henven, thoy aro so beautiful; and
pearls from tho Caribbean as largo as
plums."
"Are you speaking tho truth?"
"Did I not mako tho hldlng-placo nil
nlono? Scnora, everything Is thero Just
as I toll you and moro. The grants of
title from tho crown for this- qulnta
und the sugar plantations, they nru
tncro, too, Don Esteban usd to fear
tho government olllciuls, so he hid his
papers securely. Without them the
hinds belong to no one. You under
stand?" "Of Course 1 Yes, yes I But tho Jew
els Where aro they hidden?"
"Ynu wniiM never Trues I" Bohim-
End
tinn's voice gathered strength. "Ten
thousand men In ten thousand years
would never find the place, and nobody
Knows uie secret but Don Esteban nnd
me."
"I believe you. I knew nil tho
time It was here. WeI17 Where is It?"
Sebastian hesitated und said; plto-
ousiy, "i am dying"
Isabel could scarcely contnln herself.
"I'll give you wutcr, but first tell mo
where where I God In henven I Cun't
you see that I, too, nm perishing?"
"I must havo n drink."
"Tell mo first"
Sebastian lifted his head and, meet
lng tho speaker's eyes, laughed hoarse
Jy.
At the sound of his unnatural merri
ment Isnbel recoiled as If stung. She
stared ut the slave's fuce In umuzement
nnd then In fury. Sho stnmmcrcd, In
coherently, "You you have been
lying I"
"Oh no I Tho treasure Is thero, the
greatest treusuro In all Cuba, but you
shall never know where It Is. I'll see
to that It was you who sold my girl :
It was you who brought mo to this; it
was your hand thut whipped me. Well,
I'll toll Don Estcban how you tried to
bribe his secret from met Whnt do
you think he'll do then? Eli? You'll
feel tho Insh on your white back "
"You fooll" Donna Isabel looked
murder. "I'll punish you for this: I'll
make you speak If I have to rub your
wounds with salt"
uui beuastian closed ins eyes
wearily. "You can't muko me suffer
moro than I have suffered," ho said.
"And now I curso you. Mny that
treusuro bo tho death of you. May you
live In torture like mine the rest' of
your dnys; may your beauty turn to
ugliness such that men will spit; ut
you ; mny you never know peace again
until you die In poverty nnd want"
But Donnn Isabel, being supersti
tious, fled .with her fingers lu her eurs;
nor did she undertake to mako good
her barbarous threat, realizing oppor
tunely that It would only serve to be
tray her desperate Intentions nnd put
her husband further on his guard.
As tho sun was sinking beyond tho
farther rim of tho Yumurl and the vnl
ley was beginning to fill with shadows
Esteban Vnrona rode up tho hill. His
temper was more evil than over, If that
wero possible, for ho had drunk ngaln
In an effort to drown the memory of his
earlier uctlons. With him were Pablo
Peza, and Mario de Custano, Col. Men
doza y Linares, old Pedro Mlron, the
advocate, and others of less conse
quence, whom Esteban had gathered
from tho Spanish club. Tho host dis
mounted nnd lurched across tho court
yard to Sebastian.
"So, my fine follow," ho began.
"Havo you had enough of rebellion by
this time?"
Sebastian's face wns working us he
turned upon his master to suyr "I
would bo lying if I told you that I am
sorry for what I did. It is you who havo
done wrong. Your soul Is blnck with
this crime. Where is my girl?"
"Tho devil 1 To hear you talk ono
would think you were n free man." The
planter's eyes were bleared nnd ho
brandished his rldlng-whlp threaten
ingly. "I do ob I plcaso with my sluves.
tolcrnto no Insolence. Your girl?
Well, Bhe's In the house of Salvador,
Don Pablo's cochero, where sho be
longs."
Sebastian had hung sick and limp
against tho grating, but nt theso words
ho suddenly roused. Ho strained at
his manacles and tho bars groaned un
der his weight. His oyes began to roll,
his Hps drew back over his bluo gums.
Noting his expression of ferocity, Este
ban cut at his naked baclr with tho
rldlng-whlp, crying:
"Hoi Not subdued yet, eh? You
need another flogging."
"Curso you nnd all that Is yours,"
roared tho maddened slave." "May you
know tha misery you havo put upon
me. May you rot for a million years In
hell. Muy your children's bodies grow
filthy with disease; may thoy starve;
jnuy they "
Sebastian wus yelling, though his
olco wns hoarse with pain. The lush
drow blood with every blow. Mean
while, ho wrenched nnd tugged at his
bonds with tho fury of a maniac.
"Pablo I Your maclieto, quick 1"
panted tho slaveowner. "I'll make an
end of this black fiend, onco for all,"
isstebun varona's guests had looked
on ut tho scene with tho same mild In
terest they would display at tho whip-
ping or a balky horse; and, now that
tho animal threatened to become dan
gerous, It wns In their vlow qulto tho
proper thing to put It out of tho way.
Don rublo Peza stepped toward his
mnro to draw tho mncheto from Its
scabbard. But ho did not hand It to
his friend. Ho heard n shout, nnd
turned In time to see a wonderful nnd
n terrible thing.
Sebastian had braced his naked feet
against the wall; he had bowed his
buck nnd bent his massive shoulders
u back and u pair of shoulders that
looked ns bony nnd muscular us those
of nn ox nnd ho wns heaving with
every ounce of strength In his enor
mous body. As Pnblo stared ho saw
tho heavy grating como away from Its
nnchorngo In tho solid masonry, as a 1
shrub Is uprooted from Boft ground.
The rods bent und twisted; there wns
a clunk nnd rnttle and clash of metal
upon tho flngs; and then Sebastian
turned upon his tormchton a freo mnn,
save only for the wide Iron bracelets
and their connecting chnln. Ho wns
quite Insane. His face was frightful to
beliold; It Vas apelike In Its nnlmnl
rage, nnd he towered nhova his master
Hko somo fabled creature out of the"
African Jungle of his forefathers.
Sebastian's fists nlono would have
been formidable weapons, but they
were armored nnd weighted with the
old-fashioned, hnnd-wrought Irons
which Puncho Cueto had locked upon
mora, jvrnpplng tho chnln In his fin
gcrs, the slave leaped at Esteban nnd
struck, once., Tho sound of tho blow
was sickening, for tho whole bony
structure of Esteban Varonn's houd
gnvo way.
Thero was a horrified cry from the
otner wiuto men. Don Pablo Peza ran
forward, shouting. He swung his
machete, but Sebnstlan met him before
the blow could descend, nnd they went
clown together upon tho hnrd stones.
Agnln Sebastian smote, with his mus
slvo hands wrapped in tho chnln nnd
his wrists encased In steel, and this
tlmo It was us if Don Pablo's head had
been caught between a hummer und un
nnvll. The negro's strength, exceptional
nt all times, wns multiplied tenfold ; ho
had run uinuck. When he nrose the
machete wns In his grasp and Don
ramo's urolns wero on his knuckles.
It nil happened In far Jess time thnn
It takes to tell. Tho onlookers had not
yet recovered from their first conster
nation ; In fact they wero still fumbllnc
and tugging nt whatever weapons they
carried, when Sebastian enmo toward
them, brandishing tho blnde on hlch.
Pedro Mlron, tho ndvocnfe, was the
third to fall. Ho tried to scramble out
of the negro's path, but being an old
man. his limbs were too stiff to serve
him and ho went down shrieking.
By now tho horses had caught tho
scent of hot blood nnd wero plunging
lunousiy, tno clutter of their hoofs
mingling with the blnsphemles of the
riders, while Sebustlnn's bestlul roar
ing mado tho commotion even more
hideous.
Estebnn's guests foucht as much for
their lives ns for vengeance uuon the
slayer, for Sebastian was llko a gorilla ;
ho seemed Intent upon killing them. all.
Ho vented his fury upon whatever
came within his reach; ho struck at
men nnd nnlmnls nllke. nnd-the shrieks
of .wounded horses added to tho din.
It wns n frightful combat It seemed
lncredlblo thnt ono man could work
such dreadful havoc In so short a time.
Varonn and Jwo of his friends werp
dead; two more were badly wounded.
nnd a Peruvian stallion lay kicking on
me nagging when Col. Mendoza y Lin-
ares finally managed to get a bullet
homo In tho black man's brain.
Those who came runnlne to lenm
tho cause of io hubbub turned awny
sick and pallid, for the paved yard wns
snnmoies. Pancho Cueto called unon
tho slaves to help him, but they slunk
back to their quarters, dumb jvlth ter
ror ana dismay.
All thnt night peonlo from the town
below enmo nnd went nnd the qulnta
resounded to sobs and lamentations,
but of all tho relatives of tho-deud nnd
wounded, Donnn Isnbel took her be
reavement hardest Strnnee to sav.
sho could not bo comforted. Now, when
it wns too lute, sho realized thnt sha
had overreached herself, having cnuscd
mo ucntn or the only two who knew
tho secret of tho treasure. Sho remem.
bered, also, Sebastian's statement that
even tho deeds of patent for tho land
wero hidden with tho rest, where ten
thousand men In ten thousand years
could novcr find them.
CHAPTER HI.
"Tho O'Reilly."
Ago nnd easy living had caused Don
Mario do Castnno, the sugar merchant,
to tnko on weight no had, In truth,
become so fat that ho waddled llko u
penguin when ho walked ; and when ho
roue, tno springs of his French vic
toria gavo up In despair.
in disposition Don Mario was nro.
tlcal and unromnntlc; ho boasted that
ho had never had an Illusion, never nn
Interest outsldo of his business. And
ct, on tho dny this story onens. this
prosaic personage, In splto of his bulg
ing wnlstbnnd and his taut neckband,
In splto of his short breath and his
prickly heat, was In n very whirl of
pleusurablo excitement Don Mnrlo. In
fact, suffered tho greatest of nil lllti.
slot: he wns In love, nnd ho believed
himself beloved. The object of his
ndorntlon wus little Rosa Vuronn, tho
dunghter of his ono-Ume friend Este
bnn. To be sure, ho hud met Itosa only
twlco since her return from her Yankee
school, but twlco hud been enough;
with prompt decision ho hnd resolved
to do her tho honor of making her his
wlfo.
Notwithstanding tho rivulets of tier..
splratlon that wero coursing down
every fold of his flesh, nnd regnr.dloss
of tho fuct that tho body of his victoria
was tippea at n drunken uncle, ns If
struggling to escnpo the burdens of his
great weight, Don Mnrlo felt a Jnunll.
iiess of body and of spirit nlmost like
that of youth. Ho saw himself ns n
spicntiiu pnnco riding toward the
harablo homo of pome obscure maiden
whom he had graciously chosen t he
his mate.
Ills arrival threw Donna Isabel Into
a flutter ; the woman coulO scarcely
contnln her curiosity when she came to
meet him, for ho was not the sort of
man to Inconvenience himself by mere
Boclnl visits. Their first formal greet
ings over, Don Mario surveyed the bare
living room nnd remarked, lugubri
ously:
"I see many changes here."
"No doubt," the widow agreed.
"Times have been hard since poor Es
tebnn's death."
"What a terrible calamity thut was I
I shudder when I think of It" suld he.
"A shocking nffulr, truly I and ono I
shnll never get out of ray mind."
"knocking, yes. But whnt do you
think of n rich man, like Esteban. who
would leavo his family destitute? Who
would die without rovenllng the place
wnero he had stored his treasure ?"
Donna Isabel, It was plain, felt her
wrongs keenly; she spoke with ns much
spirit ns If her husband had permitted
himself to bo killed purely out of splto
townru ncr.
"As If It were not enough to lose
that treasure," the widow continued.
stormlly, "tho government must freo
The Slave Leaped at Esteban, and
Struck, Once.
nu our sinves. Tse! Tsel And now
that there Is no longer a profit In
sugar, my plantations"
"No profit In sugar? Whnt are you
saying7" queried the caller. "If. your
crops do not pay, then Pnncho Cueto
is cheating you. Get rid of him. But I
didn't come here to talk about Este
bnn's hidden treusure, nor his plantn
tlons, nor Pnncho Cueto. I came here
to talk about your sten-dauchter.
osa.
"So?" Donna Isabel looked
up
quickly.
"She Interests me. Sho Is more "beau
tiful than tho stars." Don Mnrlo rolled
his eyes toward tho high celling,. which,
like the sky, wus tinted a vivid ceru-
lean blue.
v "She Is now eighteen," the fat suitor
went on, ecstatically, "and so alto
gether charming But why waste
time In pretty speeches? I have de
cided to marry her."
"Rosa has n will of her own," guard
edly ventured the stepmother.
Don Mnrlo broke out, testily: VNnt-
urully; so huvo wo nil. Now let us
spenk plainly. You know me. I nm n
person of Importance. I nm -rich
enough to afford what I want, nnd I
pay well. You understand? Well, then,
you ore Rosa's guardian and you can
bend her to your desires."
"If that wero only sol" exclaimed
tho woman. "She and Esteban what
children 1 What tempera Just like
their futhcr's I They wero to be their
fnthcr's heirs, you know, and they
blnmo me for his death, for our pov
erty, and for nil the other misfortunes
thnt have overtaken us. We live like
cats and dogs,"
Don- Mnrlo hnd been drumming hlo
fat fingers impatiently upon tho arm of
his chair. Now ho exclaimed :
"Your pardon, senorn, but I am Just
now very little Interested In your do
mestic relations. What ydu say about
Rosa only makes me moro eager, for I
l'ontho n sleepy woman. Now tell me,
Is she lias she any affairs of tho
heart?"
"N-no, unless perhaps a flirtation
with that young Apierlcnn, Juan
O'Reilly." Donna Isabel gavo the nnmo
Its Spnnlsh pronunciation of "O'Rall-
ye."
"Juan O'Reilly? O'Reilly? Oh, yesl
But what has ho to offer a woman? He
Is little more thnn a clerk."
"That Is what I tell her. Oh, It
hasn't gono far us yet"
The fat but rich sugar mer
chant, or the dashing but pen
niless young American Rosa
must make her choice between
the two. The next Installment
tells which she chose.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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L'ohtnlng Calculator Also Proved He -
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Congressmnn Benjamin G. Humph
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soclnl gathering as an Illustration or
tho mnsterful way In which somo peo-
plo can evade an Issue.
At a vaudeville performance on
night one of tho troupe offered to
answer by mental arithmetic any ques
tion that might be asked him by those
In the audience. So long as tho ques
tion remained In tho expected channel
there wns plain sailing, but finally on?
man got beyond, tho buoys.
"If you please, sir," asked this ln
dividual, "how far off can one hear
thunder?"
I nm very sorry, sir," responded
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tell you."
"You can't tell me," returnced the
questioner, "Why, I thought"
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stage party, doing a quick piece o
dodging. "You seo I nm only n light
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ning Telegraph.
The Horse's False Teeth.
Four-year-old David was greatly Im
pressed when his grandmother re
moved her teeth at bedtime. Tho next
day David saw a man taking tho bit
from a horse's mouth.
"Grandmother I" ho exclaimed,
'look at that man taking tho horse's.
teeth out!"
Scenting Something.
"Ever read the 'Reflections of an
Old Bnchelnr?' "
"Reflections on who?"
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