Jasper County Democrat, Volume 21, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1918 — Page 7

SATURDAY, MAY 25, 1918

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SYNOPSIS. T V CHAPTER I—Don Esteban Varona, a < juban planter, possesses a great treasure loard. This wealth has been hidden In a well on the estate by Sebastian, a slave, and only he and his master know the secret cache. Don Esteban’s wife dies at the birth of twins, Esteban and Rosa. Don Esteban marries the avaricious Donna Fsabel, who knows there Is hidden treasure and tries to wring the secret from Sebastian. When the slave refuses she tries to hurt him by having Evangellna. his laughter, whom he loves dearly and who Is the special servant of the twins, sold. CHAPTER ll—Through Donna Isabel’s Scheming Don Esteban risks Evangelina at cards and loses. Crazed by the loss of nls daughter, Sebastian kills Don Esteban and himself. CHAPTER lll—Many years Donna Isabel searched for the hidden wealth of the man she had married. A few years later ■he seeks to marry Rosa to the rich Don Mario, but Rosa Is promised to O’Reilly, the American, and awaits his return from Mew York, whence he has gone to break Off his engagement to his employer’s daughter. Esteban is secretly aiding the Insurrectos. i Once the first excitement had abated fend a messenger had been sent to town, Cueto drew Esteban aside and questioned him. “A shocking tragedy and most peculiar,” said the overseer. “Nothing could amaze me more. Tell me, how did you come to be there at such an hour, eh?” Esteban saw the malevolent curiosity in Cueto’s face and started. “I — That is my affair; Surely you don’t think—” “Come, come! You can trust me.” The overseer winked and smiled. "I had business that took me there,” stiffly declared the younger man. “Exactly! And a profitable business It proved !” Cueto laughed openly now. “Well, I doq’t mind telling you Donna Isabel’s death is no disappointment to anyone. Anybody could see: —” “Stop!” Esteban was turning alternately red and white.'' “You seem to imply something outrageous.” , “Now let us be sensible. I understand you perfectly, my boy. But an officer of the Guardia Civil may arrive at any moment and he will want to know how you came to be with your stepmother when she plunged into that trap. So prepare yourself.” Young Varona was watching his inquisitor now w’ith a faintly speculative frown. When Cueto had finished, Esteban said: “You would like me to confess to some black iniquity that would make us better friends, eh? Well, it so happens that I was, not alone tonight, but that another person saw the poor woman’s death and can bear me out in everything I say. No, Pancho, you overreach yourself. Now, then” —Esteban was quick-tempered, and for years he had struggled against an instinctive distrust and dislike of the plantation manager—“remember that I have become the head of this house, and your employer. You will do better to think of your own affairs than of mine. I Intend to have a careful reckoning with you. I think you know I have a good head for figures.” Turning his back upon the elder man, he walked away.

Now It did not occur to Cueto really to doubt the boy’s innocence,, though the circumstances of Donna Isabel’s death were suspicious enough to raise a" question in any mind; but in view of Esteban’s threat he thought it wise to protect himself by setting a backfire. As he sat on an old stone bench, moodily repicturing the catastrophe as Esteban had described it, his attention fell upon an envelope at his feet. It was sealed; it was unaddressed. Cueto idly broke it open and began to read. Before he had gone far he started; then he east a furtive glance about. But the place was secluded; he was unobserved. When he finished reading he rose, smiling. He no longer feaTed Esteban. On the contrary, he rather pitied the young fool; for here between his fingers was that which not only promised to. remove the boy from his path forever, but to place in his hands the entire Varona estates. One afternoon, perhaps a week later, Don Mario de Castano came puffing and blowing up to the quinta, demanding to see Rosh without a moment’s delay. With a directness unusual even in him, Don Mario began : “Rosa, my dear, you and Esteban have been discovered! I was at lunch with the commandante when I learned the truth. Through friendship I prevailed upon him to give you an hour’s grace.” “What do you mean, Don Mario?” inquired the girl. - “Come, come I” the planter criedflmpatiently. “Don’t you see you can trust me? Heaven! The recklessness, the folly of young people! Could you not leave this insurrection to your elders? Or perhaps you thought it a matter of no great importance, an amusing thing —” “Don Mario!” Rose interrupted. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Ton don’t, eh?” The caller’s wet cheeks grew redder; he blew like »

porpoise. "Then call Esteban quickly! There is not a moment tojose.” the brother appeared De Castano blurted out at him accusingly: “Well, sir! A fine fix you’ve put yourself in. Perhaps you will be interested to learn that Colonel Fernandez has issued orders to arrest you and your sister as •agents of the Insurrectos.” “What?” Esteban drew back. Rosa turned white as a lily and laid a fluttering hand upon her throat. “You two will sleep tonight in San Severino,” grimly announced the rotund visitor. “You know what that means.” Rosa uttered a smothered cry. “Colonel Fernandez,” Don Mario proceeded, impressively, “did me this favor, knowing me to be a suitor for Rosa’s hand. In spite of his duty and the evidence he—” i “Evidence? Whdt evidence?” Esteban asked sharply. “For one thing, your own letter to Lopez, the rebel, warning him to beware of the trap prepared for him in Santa Clara, and advising him of the government force at Sabanilla. Oh, don’t try to deny it! I readjit with my own eyes, and it means—death.” Rosa said faintly: “Esteban! I warned you." -festeban was taken aback, but It was plain that he was not in the least frightened. “They haven’t caught me yet,” he laughed. “You say they Intend to arrest me also?” Rosa eyed the caller anxiously. “Exactly!” “Who accuses her, and of what?” Esteban demanded. “That also I have discovered through the courtesy of Colonel Fernandez. Your accuser is none other than Pancho Cueto.” “Cueto!” “Yes; he has denounced both of you as rebels, and the letter is only part of hisptoof, I believe. Now, then, you can guess why I am here. I am not

“Your Accuser Is None Other Than Pancho Cueto.”

withput influence; I can save Rosa, but for you, Esteban, I fear I can do nothing. You must look out for yourself. Well? What do you say?” When Esteban saw how pale his sister had grown, he took her in his arms, saying gently: “I’m sorry, dear. It’s all my fault.” Then to the merchant: “It’s very good of you to warn us.” “Ha!” Don Mario fanned himself. “I’m glad you appreciate my efforts. It’s a good thing to have the right kind of a friend. I’ll marry Rosa within an hour, and I fancy my name will bp a sufficient shield —”

Rosa turned to her elderly suitor and made a deep courtesy. “I am unworthy of the honor,” said she. “You see, I—l do not love you, Don Mario.” “Love !’* exploded the visitor. “God bless yoh! What has love to do with the matter? Esteban will have to ride for his life in ten minutes and your property Will be seized. So you had better make yoursplf ready to go with me.” But Rosa shook her head. "“Eh? What ails you? What do you expect to do?” “I shall go with Esteban,” said the girl. This calm announcement seemed to stupefy De Castano. He sat down heavily in the nearest chafr, and with his wet handkerchief poised in one pudgy hand he stared fixedly at the speaker. His 6yes were round and bulging, the sweat streamed unheeded from his temples. He resembled some queer bloated. marine monster just emerged from the sea and momentarily dazzled by the light. “You — You’re mad," he finally gasped. "Esteban, tell her what It aeans." . .

But this Esteban could nbt do, for he himself had not the faintest notion of what in store for him. War seemed to him a glorious thing; he had been told that the hills were peopled with patriots. He was very young, his heart was ablaze with hatred for the Spaniards and for Pancho Cueto. He longed to risk his life for a free Cuba. Therefore he said: “Rosa shall do as she pleases. If we must be exiles we shall share each other’s hardships. It will not be for long.” “Idiot!” stormed the fat man. “Better that you gave her to the sharks below San Severino. There is no law, no safety for women outside of the cities. The Island is in anarchy. These patriots you talk about are the blacks, the miilattoes, the—lowest, laziest savages in Cuba.” “Blease! Don Mario!” the girl pleaded. “I cannot marry you, for—l love another.” • % “Eh?” “I love another. Pin betrothed to O’Reilly, the American —and he’s coming back to marry me.” De Castano twisted himself laboriously out of his chair and waddled toward the door. He was purple with rage and mortification. On the threshold he paused to wheeze: “Very well, then. Go! I’m done with both of you. I would have lent you a hand with this rascal Cueto, but now he will fall heir to your entire property. Well, it la a time for bandits! I —I —” Unable to think of a parting speech sufficiently bitter to match his disappointment, Don Mario plunged out into the sunlight, muttering and to himself. Within an hour the twins were on their way up the Yumurl, toward the home of Asensio and Evangelina; for it was thither that they naturally turned. It was well that they had made haste, for as they rode down into the valley, up the other side of the hill from Matanzas came a squad of the Guardia Civil, and at Its head rode Pancho Cueto. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

LETTERS FROM OUR / SOLDIERS

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ing, and if you would see a farmer going to t»he fields I dare say you would open your eyes in ‘wonderment for they hitch a horse in the lead and a oow (pot an ox) bitched alongside of another horse. They use plows made of wood, and every farmer owns his own threshing machine; it is a very crude affair run by horse power. I don’t believe they raise any corn here as I haven’t seen any since I have been here. Tell Basil he has a big brother in France that if necessary can do two men’s duty, and sincerely hope he can always be home with his family. It is raining very hard here and has been most of the day; don’t know if my pile of straw in the corner of the barn has washed away or not, but I am getting sleepy so think I will investigate pretty quick. You probably saw an account in the paper about Beatty of IHammond and Beckwith of Morocco: they are both in my outfit and with me tonight. Oh yes, do you remember Rev. Titus, minister of the Christian church of Rensselaer a few years ago? He is in charge of this Y. M. C. A. I met him this ■ afternoon and had a long talk with . him. 1 was surely surprised to run I onto him over here. The world is not so large after all, is it? I am going to have the chaplain censor this for me. Will close with love, Your brother, CQRP. O. R. LEACH. Ist Frencli Mortar Battery, A. E. F., via New Yofk. Ralph Sparks Writes From the Rattle Front. Mr. and Mrs. Albert Walter have received the following letter from Ralph Sparks of near Idaville, ’a former teacher in the Walker township schools, which The Democrat is permitted to publish- The letter follows: On the Western Front. Dear friends Albert and Marie: You must have already gotten my last letter in which I promised I would write something for you to put in the paper as you wished. Well, since then my company has been moved again and we have already had our turn in the front line trenches for ten days. This period was folloed by ten days in rest camp. “Rest camp,” that is quite a misnomer, for there w« daily marched out several kilometres to the front and worked at digging trenches. We worked on the border of No Man’s Land. The French were glad to have us working but not so the Germans, for they soon got busy with their 77’s and 155’s and made it so hot for us that we just naturally dashed in some nearby dugouts. Fritz had his sausages (observation balloons) up and whenever we came out they would commence shelling us again and we would hunt another dugout. Can you see why I sav “rest camp” was a misnomer? I don’t care for anv more “yest camp.” Now we are in the first line trenches again, and I hope we stay longer (censored) for which we are detailed. Both the Allies and the Germans relieve their troops in the trenches by night, so we came in by night and relieved those troops already here. That march was quite an experience. Our com pany assembled and waited until dark. In the meantime the artillery was exchanging fire. We were all quiet and anxious. One officer rode by and stopped to inquire from another if that was the French artillery that just fired. Things were livening up and it began to look as if we might have anything but a quiet night. And then the command forward was given. We were glad to be off, for here there is nothing worse than doing nothing and being under suspense. We followed along roads

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which were liable to shell fire at any time and so we marched. I for one kept a lookout for dugoti ts and trenches, for when under shell fire it is every man for himself and none but the foolhardy would stay out in it. But fortune was favoring, there were no shells coming. Maybe Fritz was playing cards or drinking his beer jftst then. And then without warning we came intp some tainted air; shell craters were everywhere near, and quickly and excitedly the sin gle word • gas.” was passed frorfi the front to the rear. There was quick adjusting of gas masks and respirators. The mule-skinners fixed their mules’ masks. We went on for a kilometre or so and were all right. Gas is one of our worst things to contend with, for the strong concentrations used by the Boche prove fatal if one but inhales a single breath of it. But we carry two masks Vith us all the time and thus have perfect protection from it, if we only get them on in time. Most of us can put our masks on in nothing flat and we expect to cut that in half if we get very much gas. Well, about o’clock we pulled into a dilapidated village and unloaded our equipment and kitchen supplies. The mule-skinners took their mules to the rear of the lines and we of the crew took our guns on into the positions. No lights were allowed and we had to guess our way through the remainder of that night. And then on the next day we got settled and believe me we sure have some home. One of the nicest dugouts imaginable, dark as pitch and almost as damp as old Gifford. It sort of made me homesick to see that puddle of water. I thought of that song about ‘the muskrat rules the marshes and the people have the sand.’ We certainly haven’t any sand. But now we are acclimated and at that it beats rest camp. We live and think now in the trenches and feel very much at home. It seems as if we have been here a long time and belong here. Our kitchen is in the ruined village where we unpacked and we go there for our meals. Thts town must have once been a qfuiet, thriving place, but today it is a mass of fallen stones and ruins. There is not a whole building here and as the days go by and Fritz continues to drop shells in it. it is gradually •being leveled. Some times the fireworks commence just before our meals and then we <jo get peeved. One day they kept us at home for an hour after supper time and again they began when we ..were eating. Well, crow was dropped and forgotten in the rush for the dugout. But all these things come in the course of the day and are to be expected if not hoped for.

Night time is the exciting time and No Man’s Land is as a thing alive.. Illuminating rockets, star shells, signal flares are sent up continuously and every few minutes a battery of artillery belches out its heavy shells or some , rifleman. machine gunner or grenadier sends over liis compliments to Fritz. And then one may hear from across the hills or nearer may : be a klaxon, siren or strombone giving a gas alarm. Well, so much for this awful war. Write -whenever you can. I shall enjoy letters from each of you. Wishing you the best of times this summer, I am. Sincerely yours. RALPH. SPARKS, 73 C. 6 Reg., U. S. M. C. April' 15, 1918-

Stanlius Brusnahan Writes of Trip to Camp Mills. Stanlius Brusnahan, son of Mr. and Mrs. S. A. Brusnahan of near Parr, writes his parents an interesting letter of his trip from Camp Hancock, Augusta, Georgia, to Camp Mills, Long Island, New York, and The Democrat is permitted to publish his letter herewith: Camp Mills, L. 1., May 20, 1918. Dear folks:— “See America First.” The trip is over and I must say that money couldn’t buy a more pleasant one and words can’t describe it. I'm sure though that no one ever had a more enjoyable trip than those on our troop train. We left Hancock at. 1 p. m. Saturday with a train of thirteen coaches. There was one baggage car, a freight car and eleven Pullman sleepers. We had porters to keep the cars clean so we didn't have to worry about “policing up’' twice a day. We ha<j card or writing tables, and everything in fact. We had no dining coach attached, but the cooks had a Held stove set up in the baggage coach and the way they fed us was surprising. They gave us the best possible. We had fruit with every meal and in between they brought around a bucket of candy. We sure have got a good mess sergeant. After leaving Augusta and crossing the Savannah river in to South Carolina we traveled southeast, then north, missing Columbia. Harvest is on in the South now. Saw Several binders at work and one field of oats in shock. -~w We woke up Sunday morning in Virginia and it sure is a very pretty state and both hilly and rocky. It was my first peep of civilization for some weeks. There's lots of grazing there and I saw many nice herds of cattle. We crossed the James river during the morning. It is quite wide but shallow, with numerous boulders sticking up out of it. Some of them looked as large as a small house. We didn’t igo through Richmond but went near it. We followed the Potomac for miles and crossed it a half doaen times. It is much wider than the Mississippi at New Orleans. It is also very crooked. We arrived at Washington, D. C. shortly after noon and were given a royal reception by the Red dross. We were served lunches and took a short, hike and left. I got a very good look at the White House but didn’t see Woodrow. We left the train at Florence, S. C., Saturday evening and were

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treated to some real eats there by the Rg<d Cross. After leaving Washington we passed through Camp Meade and Baltimore. Later crdssed the point of Chesapeake Bay into Delaware. At • Philadelphia last night we were given the greatest welcome of all. We got in there about 6 p. m. and the Red Cross was there with apples, cigarets, playing cards, magazines, etc. Afterward some people who were above us on an "L” threw some money tjown on the platform where we were. There were several dollar bills, halves, etc., tossed down while we were there. They also threw cigars and bunches ol flowers. The city sure was rightly named the “City of Brotherly Love.” ‘Talk about Southern hospitality, they’re not in it at all compared to the North. Truly I don’t see how anyone who ever lived in the North could feel satisfied with the South. After leaving Philadelphia with many cheers to the R. C., we crossed New Jersey to Newark Bay, with Jersey City on one side and Newark on the other. Our train got there rather early in the evening, that is about 9 bells, and we slept there peacefully till 4 a. m. We ate breakfast rather early and detrained. We loaded our baggage on a ferry and started down the North river, then into Easj river. They are both really tiie Hudson. We moved along rather slowly and could get a fine view of New York city along the river. The Woolworth building is quite close to the river. The river sure is ‘‘lousy’’ with ferries, etc. We passed under several wide bridges, including the Brooklyn bridge.

We landed at Long Island City, L. 1., but were delayed some there by another buinoh who were unloading at our pier. We entrained there for a twenty-one mile ride through Long island to camp. It is city nearly all the way. Where there wasn’t city there wag truck patches. Long Island, unlike the states we crossed, is quite level. I don’t know how far from the coast we are as Long Island is so small on my map I can’t find myself. We are very near* Mineola and Garden City, There’s an aviation field here at Mineola, so I saw a few planes again. We sure did make good time all the way. No one needs to tell me a troop train is slow traveling—-thirty-one hours after leaving Hancock we vfere looking at the Statue of Liberty. That’s traveling some, I guess. Next you want to know when I am going to take my next ride. Most of us think that it will be about a month. The truck driver told us that troops seldom stayed here seven days: One thing that impressed me more than all else Was the spirit of the people all along. When war was first declared most of us thought our past reputation would win the war. I, guess everyone has decided otherwise ere now, hut with the spirit that prevails now 1 think it will soon be over. Will tell you about the camp here in my next letter. I’ll send you a letter or card every day until I leave and then you’ll have to wait for the card. After I get across I’ll write, as often as T can, but of course you won’t get them as regular. Since I left Parr 1 have gained physically, mentally and<>norally, so don’t worry if I do go across for I’ll continue to gain and do as I promised. We are all very much enthused over the prospects of going. Even Jim wants to go now. I guess the South Is out of luck for friends in our bunch. Jim isn’t here yet, but should get here Wednesday. Hoping this finds you at home as well as 1 am. Yours, CORP. S. BRUSNAHAN,18th B. O. D. Co., Camp Mills, L. I.

CERTIFICATE 07 EHSOILMIHT. SOWS, POKE BBSS STAUiIOB. Magellan d’Hondzocht. No. 3153. (Laws of Indiana, 1913, Chapter 28.) The pedigree of the Stallion Magellan d’Hondzocht. No. 5838 American, VoL XVII. P. 543. Foreign; owned by North Union Belgian Horse Co., P. O.

Rensselaer, Ind., It. F. D, county Jasper, , described as follows: Color and marks: Bay, star In forehead; breed Belgian; foaled In * V* the year April 7, a mined In the offlee of the Secrat a ana bin - ‘ rollment , Board (Not Sxact Likeness) an 4,„ lt . certified that ths said Stallion Is of PURE BREEDING and Is registered in the American Association of Importers and Breeders of Belgian Draft Horses Stud Book. The above Stallion has been examined by Dr. Johan Hansson, Rensselaer, Jnd., a duly qualified licensed veterinarian and Is certified by affidavit to be free from the transmissible unsoundnesses specified as such In the Indiana Stallion Enrollment Law. Examined In 1916 by Dr. .1. Hansson and certified by affidavit to be sound, CHARLES W. HICKMAN, President. C. M. McCONNELL, Vice-President. (Seal). Not good 'unless countersigned by D. O. THOMPSON, Secretary. Dated at Lafayette, Indiana, tills 31st day of March, 1914. Renewed March 6, 1918. Signed by H. K. McCartney, Secretary. Void after January 1, 1919. MAGELLAN was foaled April 7, 1908, and was Imported from Belgium Feb. 6, 1911, by the Maywood Stock Farm Importing Co., of Indianapolis, Ind. He has good bone and action and weighs 1960 pounds. MAGELLAN will stand the season of 1918 at my farm, 3VI miles due east of Fair Oaks, 3 miles south and mils west of Vlrgle, 2 miles north and 2 miles west of A lx, % west of Faylor bridge, at 115.00 to Insure colt to stand and suck. Parting with mare or moving from county, fee becomes due and payable at once. Care will be taken to prevent accidents, but will not be responsible whoupi any occur. ADOLPH D. SCHULTZ, Owner and Keeper. Rensselaer, R-2. CERTIFICATE OF ENROLLMENT BON ILLI ANT Sound PURE BRED Stallion. No. 1554. (Laws of Indiana, 1913, Chapter 28) The pedigree of the Stallion BonlllN ant, No, 27158 American, owned by I. L. Jones, P. 0., Rensselaer. Indiana. county Jasper, described ant IfolBk. lows: Color and v. marks, red roan; breed, French foaled in year been examined In the the tary of the Indtana Stallion EnWifrllWHiiyll A rollment Board, and il is hereby certified that the said stallion Is of .(Not exact likeness) PURE BREEDING and Is registered In a pedigree - register association, society or company recognized as standard in accordance with Section 4, of the Indiana Stallion Enrollment Law. The above named Htallion has been examined by Dr. 11. J. Karma. I, a duly qualified licensed veterinarian, and Is certified by 'affidavit to be free from the transmissible unsoUndnesseß specified as such in the Indiana Stallion Enrollment law. (Seal) C. M. McCONNELL, Pres. C. H. ANTHONY, V.-Pres. Not good unless • countersigned by 11. E. McCARTNEY, Secretary. Renewed In 1918 within the time specified in Section 8 of the Indiana Stallion Enrollment Law. Void after January 1. 1919. TERMS—SI2.SO to Insure colt to stand and suck. Parting with mare or moving from county, fee becomes due and payable at once.

JACK HIGH ROLLER Sund PURE BRED Jack No. 1059. (Laws of Indiana, 1913. Chapter 28) The pedigree of the Jack High Roller No. 2330. owned by I. L. Jones. P. 0., Rensselaer, Indiana, county Jasper, deal serlood as ( fol- . lows: Colon and murks: Black with mealy points; breed the iHmHHBW | examined in 911'. the office of the V fl Secretary of the Indiana Stallion Enrollment Board, and it is hereby fNot' exact likeness! certified that the said Jack is of PURE BREEDING and is registered in a pedigree register association or company recognized as standard In accordance with Section 4 of the Indiana Stallion Enrollment law. , The above named Jack has been examined by Dr. H. J. Kannal, a duly, qualified licensed Veterinarian, and 13 certified by affidavit to be free from the transmissible unsoundnesses specified as such in the Indiana Stallion Enrollment' T.aw. (Seal) C. M. MeCONNELL. Pres. C. H. ANTHONY, V.-Pres. Not good unless countersigned by H. E. McCARTNEY, Secretary. Renewed in 1918 within the time specified In Section 8 of the Indiana Stallion Enrollment Law. Void after January 1, 1919. Bonilliant and Jack High Roller will stand for the season- of 1918 at my place 1-4 mile west of Pleasant Ridge. TERMS —$15.00 to insure colt to stand and suck. Parting with mare or moving from county, fee becomes aue and payable at -j JONBS ,

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