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SECRET OF THE HIDING PUCE OF THE VARONA TREAS
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Synopsis. Don Kstcbnn Vuronu, n Cubun planter, hides Ills wealth
money, Jewels und title deeds In n well on his estate. The hiding
plnre Is known only to Sebastian, n slave. Don Kstebun's wife dies at
the birth of twins, Kstcbnn and Hosa. Don Kstebnn marries the
avaricious Donna Isabel, who tries unsuccessfully to wring the secret
of the hidden treasure from Sebastian. Angered at his refusal, she
urges Don Kstebnn to sell KvmiRellnu, Sebastian's daughter. Don
Ksteban refuses, hut In the course of u gambling orgle, he risks
Evnngollnn at cartls and loses.
CHAPTER II Continued.
2
Don Pablo, In whom the liquor was
dying, cursed Impatiently: "Carambtil
Have I won the treasure of your whole
establishment?" he Inquired. "Per
haps you value this wench at more
than n thousand pesos; If so, you will
ay that I cheated you."
"No I She's only an ordinary girl.
My wife doesn't like her, and so I de
termined to get rid of her. She is
yours, fairly enough," Vnrann told him.
"Then send her to my house. I'M
breed her to Salvador, my cochero.
Ho'h the strongest man I have."
Scbnytlau uttered a strangled cry
and rose to his feet. "Master 1 You
must not "
"Silence I" ordered Ksteban. "Go
about your business. What do you
mean by this, anyhow?"
llut Sebastian, dazed of mind nnd
alck of soul, went on, unheeding. "She
Is my girl. You promised me her free
dom. I warn you "
"Eh?" The planter swayed forward
and with blazing eyes surveyed his
lave. "You warn mu? Of what?" he
growled.
At this moment neither master nor
man know exactly what he said or did.
flebustluu raised his hand on high. In
reality the gesture was meant to call
heaven ns a witness to his years of
faithful service, but, misconstruing his
Intent, Pablo Peza brought his riding
whip down ncross the old man's back,
crying:
"llo I None of that."
A shudder ran through Sebastian's
frame. Whirling, he seized -Don Pab
lo's wrist and tore the whip from his
lingers. Although the Spaniard was u
atrong man, he uttered u cry of puln.
At this Indignity to a guest Kstobun
flow Into a fury. "Pancho!" he cried.
"Ilo! Pancho 1" When the manager
camo running, Esteban explained:
"This fool Is dangerous. He raised his
hand to me and to Don Pablo."
Sebastian's protests were drowned
by the angry voices of the others.
"Tlo him to yonder grating," di
rected Esteban, who was still In the
grip of a senseless rage. "Flog him
well nnd make haste about It."
Sebastian, who had no time In which
to recover himself, made but a weak
resistance when Puncho Cueto locked
his wrists Into n pair of clumsy, old
fashioned manacles, tlrst passing the
chain around one of the bars of the
Iron window grating which Estebnu
had Indicated.
Cueto swung a heavy lash; the
sound of his blows echoed through the
qulntn, and they summoned, among
others, Donna Isabel, who watched
the scene from behind her shutter with
much satisfaction, tiio guests iookou
on approvingly.
Sebastian made no outcry. The whip
bit deep; It drew blood and raised
welts the thickness of one's thumb;
nevertheless, for the llrst few moments
the victim suffered less In body than In
Bplrlt. Ills brain was so benumbed, so
shocked with other excitations, that
lie was well-nigh Insensible to physical
pain. That Evangellna, tle.sh of his
flesh, had boon sold, that his lifelong
faithfulness had brought such reward
as this, that Esteban, light of his soul,
had turned against him all this was
simply ustoundlng. Grudually he be
gau to resent the shrieking Injustice of
It all, nnd unsuspected forces gathered
Insldo of him. They grew until Ids
frame was shaken by primitive savage
Impulses.
After a time- Don Esteban cried:
"That will do, Cueto I Leave him now
for the llles to punish. They will re
mind him of his Insolence."
Then tho guests departed, and Este
ban staggered Into the house and went
to bed.
All that morning Sebastian stood
with his hands chained high over his
bead. Tho sun grew hotter and ever
hotter upon his lacerated back; the
blood dried and clotted there; a cloud
of fllei gathered, swarming over the
raw gashes left by Cueto's whip.
Since Don Estebnn's nerves, or per
bap It was his conscience, did not
permit him to sleep, he arose about
noontime nnd dressed himself. lie was
still drunk, and the mad rage of the
aarly morning still possessed hVm;
therefore, when he mounted his horso
he pretended not to sl-e the llguro
chained to tho window grating. Sebas
tian's affection for his master was dog
like and he had taken his punishment
as n dog takes his, more- In surprise
than in anger, but at this proof of cal
lous indifference a tire kindled In the
old fellow's breast, hotter by far than
the fever from his fly-blown sores. lie
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was thirsty, too, but that was the least
of his sufferings.
Some time during the afternoon the
negro heard himself nddressed through
the whitlow against the bars of which
ho leaned. The speaker was Donna
Isabel.
"Do you suffer, Sebastian?" she be
gan In a tone of gentleness and pity.
"Yes, mistress." The speaker's
tongue was thick and swollen.
"Can I help you?"
The negro raised his head ; he shook
his body to rid himself of the Insects
which were devouring liltu.
"Gve iiig n drink of water," he said,
hoarsely.
"Surely, a great gourdful, nil cool
and dripping from the well. Hut llrst 1
want you to tell me something."
"A drink, for the love of heaven,"
panted the old man, and Donna Isabel
saw how cracked and dry were his
thick lips, how near the torture had
come to prostrating him.
"I'll ilo more," she promised, nnd her
voice was like honey. "I'll tell Pancho
Cueto to unlock you, even If I risk Es
tebnn's anger by so doing. Will you be
my friend? Will you tell me some
thing?" "What can I tell you?"
"Oh, you know very well I I've asked
It often enough, but you have lied, Just
us my hushnnd 1ms lied to me. lie Is a
miser; he has no heart; he cares for
nobody, as you cun see. You must
hate him now, even as I hate him. Tell
me Is there really a treasure, or ?"
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"Tell Me Is There Really a Treat
ure, or V
The woman gasped; she choked; she
could scarcely force the question for
fear of disappointment. "Tell me there
Is, Sebastian. I've heard so many lies
that I begin to doubt."
The old man nodded. "Oh, yes, there
Is a treasure," said he.
"Oh I You have seen It?" Isabel
was trembling as If with an ague.
"What Is it like? How much Is there?
Good Sebastian, I'll give you water;
I'll have you set free If you tell me."
"How much? I don't know, llut
there Is much pieces of Spanish gold,
silver coins In casks and in little boxes
the boxes ure bound with Iron nnd
have hasps and staples; bars of
precious metal and little paper pack
ages of gems, all tied up and hidden In
leather bags."
"Yes I Go on."
"There are ornaments, too. Gml
knows they must have come from
heaven, they nre so beautiful; and
pearls from the Caribbean as large as
plums."
"Are you speaking the truth?"
"Did I not make tho hldlng-placo all
alone? Senora, everything Is there Just
as I toll you and more. The grants of
title from tho crown for this qulntn
nnd the sugar plantations, they nre
there, too. Don Esteban used to fear
the government olllclals, so he hid his
papers securely. Without them the
lands belong to no one. You under
stand?" "Of course I Yes, yes I But tho Jew
els Where are they hidden?"
"You would never guess 1" Sebas
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Author of "The Iron Trail' "The
Spoilers." "Heart of the Sunset," Etc
and HrotherH)
tian's voice gathered strength. "Ten
thousand men In ten thousund years
would never Und the place, and nobody
knows the secret but Don Esteban and
me."
"I believe you. I knew nil the
time It was here. Well? Where Is it?"
Sebastian hesitated and said, plte
ously, "I am dying"
Isabel could scurcely contain herself.
"I'll give you wnter, hut llrst tell me
where where I God In heaven 1 Cuu't
you see that I, too, tun perishing?"
"I must have n drink."
"Tell me llrst."
Sebastian lifted his bend nnd, meet
ing the speaker's eyes, laughed hoarse
ly. At tho sound of his unnntural merri
ment Isabel recoiled us If stung. She
stared at the slave's face In amazement
and then In fury. She stammered, In
coherently, "You you have been
lying I"
"Oh no I The treasure Is there, the
greatest treasure In nil Culm, but you
shall never know where It Is. I'll see
to that. It was you who t:old my girl ;
It was you who brought me to this; It
was your hand that whipped me. Well,
I'll tell Don Esteban how you tried to
bribe his secret from me I Whut do
you think he'll do then? Eh? You'll
feel the 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 snlt."
llut Sebastian closed his eyes
wearily. "You cun't mnke me suffer
more than I have suffered," he snld.
"And now I curse you. liny that
treasure be the death of you. May you
live In torture like mine the rest of
your days; may your beauty turn to
ugliness such that men will spit at
you ; muy you never know peace ugaln
until you die In poverty nnd want "
But Donnn Isabel, being supersti
tious, lied with her fingers In her eurs ;
nor did she undertake to make 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 the sun wns sinking beyond the
farther rim of the Yumurl and the val
ley was beginning to fill with shadows
Esteban Vnronn rode up tho hill. His
temper wns more evil than ever, If thut
were possible, for he had drunk again
I In an effort to drown tho memory of his
earlier actions. With him were Pablo
Peza, and Mnrlo do Castano. Col. Men
doza y Linares, old Pedro MIron, the
advocate, and others of less conse
quence, whom Esteban had gathered
from the Spanish club. The host dis
mounted nnd lurched ncross the court
yard to Sebastian.
"So, my fine fellow," he begun.
"Have you had enough of rebellion by
tills time?"
Sebastian's face was working as lie
turned upon his master to say: "I
would be lying If I told you that I am
sorry for what I did. It Is you who have
doue wrong. Your soul Is black with
this crime. Where Is my girl?"
"The devil I To hear you talk one
would think you were a free man." The
planter's eyes were bleared and he
brandished his rldlng-whlp threaten
ingly. "I do as I please with my slaves.
I tolerate no Insolence. Your girl?
Well, she's In the house of Salvador,
Don Pablo's cochero, where she be
longs." Sebastian bad hung sick and limp
against the grating, but nt these words
he suddenly roused, lie strained at
his mutiucles and the bars groaned un
der his weight. Ills eyes began to roll,
his lips drew back over his blue gums.
Noting his expression of ferocity, Este
ban cut at his naked back with the
rldlng-whlp, crying:
"Ho! Not subdued yet, eh? You
need another Hogging."
"Curse you and nil that Is yours,"
roared the maddened slave. ".May jmi
know the misery you have put upon
me. May you rot for a million years In
hell. May your children's bodies grow
lllthy with disease; may they starve;
may they "
Sebastian was yelling, though his
voice was hoarse with pain. The lash
drew blood with every blow. Mean
while, he wrenched nnd tugged at his
bonds with the fury of a maniac.
"Pablo! Your machete, quick!"
panted the slaveowner. "I'll make an
end of this black llend, once for all."
Esteban Varona's guests had looked
on at the scene with the snme mild In
terest they would display at the whip
ping of a balky horse; and, now that
the animal threatened to become dan
gerous, It was In their view quite the
proper thing to put It out of tho wny.
Don Pablo Peza stepped toward his
mare to draw the machete from Its
scabbard. Hut he did not band It to
his friend. He heard a shout, and
turned In time to see a wonderful and
a terrible thing.
Sebastian had braced his nnked feet
against the wall; he had bowed his
back and bent his massive shoulders
n back and a pair of shoulders that
looked as bony nnd muscular as those
of nn ox and he was heaving with
every ounce of strength In his enor
mous body. As Pablo stared he saw
tho heavy grating como away from Its
nnchoruga In tho solid masonry, as a
shrub Is uprooted from soft ground.
The rods bent and twisted; there was
J
a clunk and rattle und clash of metal
upon the Hugs; und then Sebastian
turned upon his tormentor, n free man,
save only for the wide Iron bracelets
and their connecting chain. He was
quite Insane. Ills fnce was frightful to
behold; It was apelike In Its animal
rage, und he towered above his muster
like some fabled creature out of the
African Jungle of his forefathers.
Sebastian's lists nlone would have
been formidable weapons, but they
were nrtnored und weighted with the
old-fashioned, hand-wrought Irons
which Puncho Cueto hud locked upon
them. Wrapping the chain In his An
gers, the slave leaped nt Esteban and
struck, once. The sound of the blow
was sickening, for the whole bony
structure of Esteban Vnronu's heud
gave way.
There was n horrified cry from the
other white men. Don Pablo Peza ran
forward, shouting. He swung his
machete, but Sebastian met him before
the blow could descend, und they went
down together upon the hard stones.
Again Sehustlun smote, with his mas
sive hands wrapped In the chain nnd
his wrists encased In steel, and this
time It was as If Don Pablo's head had
been caught between n hammer and an
anvil. The negro's strength, exceptional
at nil times, was multiplied tenfold; he
hud run amuck. When he arose the
machete was In his grasp and Don
Pablo's brains were on Ills knuckles.
It nil happened in far less time than
It takes to tell. The nulookers hud not
yet recovered from their tlrst conster
nation; In fact they were still fumbling
and tugging nt whatever weapons they
curried, when Sebastian came toward
them, brandishing the blade on high.
Pedro MIron, the ndvocate, wns the
third to fall. lie tried to scramble out
of the negro's path, hut, being an old
man, his limbs were too stiff to serve
him and he went down shrieking.
By now tho horses hnd caught the
scent of hot blood and were plunging
furiously, the clatter of their hoofs
mingling with the blasphemies of the
riders, while Sebastian's bestial roar
ing made tho commotion even more
hideous.
Ksteban'8 guests fought as much for
their lives as for vengennce upon the
slayer, for Sebastian wns like a gorilla;
he seemed Intent upon killing them all.
He vented his fury upon whatever
came within 'his reach ; he struck ut
men and animals alike, and the shrieks
of wounded horses added to the din
It was a frightful combut. It seemed
Incredible that one man could work
such dreadful havoc (n so short a time.
Vnronn nnd two of his. friends were
dead; two more were badly wounded,
and n Peruvian stallion lay kicking on
the llngglng when Col. Mendozn y Lin
ares Dually managed to get a bullet
home In the bluck man's brain.
Those who cume running to Icnrn
the cause of the hubbub turned away
sick nnd pullld, for the paved yard was
a shambles. Pancho Cueto called upon
the slaves to help him, but they slunk
back to their quarters, dumb with ter
ror and dismay.
All that night people from the town
below came and went and tho qulntn
resounded to sobs and lamentations,
but of all the relatives of the dead and
wounded, Donna Isabel took her be
reavement hardest. Strange to say,
she could not be comforted. Now, when
It wns too late, Mie realized that she
had overreached herself, having caused
the death of the only two who knew
the secret of the treasure. She remem
bered, also, Sebastian's statement that
even the deeds of patent for the land
vere hidden with tho rest, where ten
thousand men in ten thousund years
could never find them.
CHAPTER III.
"The O'Reilly."
Age nnd easy living hnd caused Don
Mario de Custano, the sughr merchant,
to take on weight. He hud, In truth,
become so fat that he waddled like u
penguin when ho wulked; and when he
rode, the springs of his French vic
toria gave up In despair.
In disposition Don Mario was prac
tical nnd unromnntlc; ho boasted that
lie had never hud nn Illusion, never nn
Interest outside of his business. And
yet, on the day this story opens, this
prosnlc personage, In spite of his bulg
ing wulsthuud nnd his taut neckband,
In spite of his short breath and his
prickly heat, was In a very whirl of
pleasurable excitement. Don Mnrlo, In
fuct, suffered the greatest of all Illu
sions: he was In love, nnd ho believed
himself beloved. The object of, his
adoration was little Hosa Varonn, the
daughter of his one-time friend Este
ban. To be sure, he had met Hosu only
twice since her return from her Yankee
schooV, but twice hud been enough;
with prompt decision he hud resolved
to do her tho honor of mnklng her his
wife.
Notwithstanding the rivulets of per-
splrntlon thnt were coursing down
every fold of his tlesh, nnd regnrdless
of the fact that the body of his victoria
was tipped nt a drunken angle, ns If
struggling to escape tho burdens of his
great weight, Don Mnrlo felt n Juuntl
ness of body and of spirit almost like
that of youth. Ho saw himself ns u
splendid prluco riding toward the
humble homo of some obscure maiden
whom he hnd graciously chosen to be
his mate.
His nrrivnl threw Donna Isabel into
n flutter; the woman could scarcely
contain her curiosity when she cume to
meet him, for bo was not tho sort of
mnn to Inco'nvenlence himself by mere
social visits. Their llrst formal greet
ings over, Don Mnrlo surveyed the bnre
living room nnd remarked, lugubri
ously: "I see many changes here."
"No doubt," the widow ngrecd.
"Times have been hard since poor Es
tebnn's death."
"What a terrible calamity that was I
I shudder when I think of It," said he.
"A shocking nffulr, truly I and one I
shall never get out of my mind."
"Shocking, yes. Hut whnt do you
think of a rich man, like Esteban, who
would leave his family destitute? Who
would die without revealing the plnce
where he had stored his treasure?"
Donnn Isabel, It wns plain, felt her
wrongs keenly; she spoke with ui much
spirit us If her hushnnd had permitted
himself to bo killed purely out of spite
toward her.
"As if It were not enough to lose
thnt treusure," the widow continued,
stormlly, "the government must free
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The Slave
Leaped at Esteban,
Struck, Once.
and
nil our slaves. Tsel Tse! And now
that there Is no longer a profit In
sugar, my plantations "
"No profit In sugar? What are you
saying?" queried the cnller. "If your
crops do not pay, then Pancho Cueto
Is cheating you. Get rid of him. But I
didn't come hero to talk about Este
bnn's hidden treusure, nor his planta
tions, nor Pancho Cueto. I came here
to talk about your step-daughter,
Rosa."
"So?" Donna Isabel looked up
quickly.
"She Interests me. She Is more beau
tiful than the sturs." Don Mnrlo rolled
his eyes towurd the high ceiling, which,
like the sky, was tinted a vivid ceru
lenn blue.
"She Is now eighteen," the fat suitor
went on, ecstntlcully, "and so alto
gether charming But why waste
time In pretty speeches? I have de
cided to marry her."
"Kosu hns n will of her own," guard
edly ventured the stepmother.
Don Mnrlo broke out, testily: "Nat
urally; so have we all. Now let us
speak plainly. You know me. I nin a
person of Importance. I nm rich
enouch to nfford whut I wnnt. nnd I
pay well. You understand? Well, then,
you nre Rosa's guardian nnd you cun
bend her to your desires."
"If that-were only so I" .exclaimed
the woinnn. "She nnd Esteban what
children! What tempers Just llko
their fnther's! They were to be their
father's heirs, you know, nnd they
blame me for his death, for our pov
erty, and for nil the other misfortunes
that have overtaken us. We live like
cuts and dogs."
Don Mario had been drumming his
fat lingers Impatiently upon the arm of
his chulr. Now lie exclaimed:
"Your pardon, senora, but I am Just
now very little Interested In your do
mestic relntlons. What you say about
Rosa only mnkes me more enger, for I
loathe a sleepy woman. Now tell me,
ls s)u Has she any affairs of the
heart?"
"N-no, unless perhaps n flirtation
with thnt young American, Juan
O'Reilly." Donna Isabel gave the name
Its Spanish pronunciation of "O'Rnll-
ye."
"Juan O'Reilly? O'Reilly? Oh, yes I
But whut hns he to offer a woman? Ho
ls little more than a clerk."
"That Is what I tell her. Oh, It
hasn't gone far as yet."
The fat but rich suaar 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 HE CONTINUED)
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lurge Ncale, offering to supply the seed
free nnd to buy the shelled product at
250 lire per qlntnl (ubout 22 2-JJ cents
a pound). The oil Is to be used for
airplane engines.
Earned His Respect.
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"She refused to marry mo once."
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duty for tomorrow which ought to be
done today will often do tho work.
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