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RAINBOW'S ENB T-r T"C"V T3"C A TLT Author of "The Iron Trail." "The Xjy 1x13 XjCJXjLX Spoilers." "Heart of the Sanset' Etc. CHAPTER XXI Continued. 19 Norlne rose, her face aglow with new strength, new determination. "I brought you back when you were all but gone. I saved you after the others had given you up, and now you are mine to do with as I please. You be long to me and I sha'n't consult you." She turned, for a figure had dark ened the door; It was one of her English-speaking convalescents who was acting as a sort of orderly. "Senorltn," the man sold, with a flash of white teeth, "we have another sick man, and you'd never guess who. It Is that American, El Demonlo " "Is he sick or wounded?" Esteban Inquired. "Shot by a Spanish bullet He asked at once for our senorlta." "Of course. I'll come In an Instant" When the messenger had gone Norlne bent and pressed her lips to Estebon's. "Remember, you're mine to do with as I please," she said ; then she fled down the grassy street Branch was waiting at Norlne's quarters, a soiled figure of dejection. His left arm lay In a sling across his breast He looked up at her approach, but she scarcely recognized him, so greatly changed was he. "Hello, Norlne 1" he cried. "Well, they got me." Norlne paused In astonishment. "Why, Leslie I I was so frightened I But you can't be badly hurt." "Bad enough so that Lopez sent me In. A fellow gets flyblown If he stays in the field, so I beat It" "Has your arm been dressed?" "No. I wouldn't let these rough-and-tumble doctors touch it They'd ampu tate at the shoulder for a hangnail. I don't trust 'em." "Then I'll look at it" "It doesn't hurt really," he declared. "It's only a scratch." "Then behave yourself." Norlne forced the patient into a chair and withdrew his arm from the sling. Then, despite his weak resistance, she deftly removed the bandage. From his expression she felt sure that she must be hurting him, but when the tajury was exposed she looked up In wonderment "Leslie!" she exclaimed. "What In the world " Branch struggled with himself, he swallowed hard, then said: "Ton can see now why I didn't go to a doctor; I did it shot myself. You won't give me away?" Norlne seated herself weakly; she stared In bewilderment at the unhappy speaker. "Afraid? You, El Demonlo I Why, you aren't afraid of anything 1" "Say I You don't believe all that stuff, do you? I'm afraid of my shadow nd always hove been. I'm not brave and never wos. They told me I was going to die and It scared me so that I tried to end things quickly. I couldn't bear to die slowly, to know that I was dying by Inches. But, Lord I it scared me even worse to go Into battle. I was blind with fright all the time and I never got over It Why, the sight of a gun gives me a chill, and I Jump every time one goes off. Lord I how I've suffered I I went crazy at our first engagement crazy with fear. I didn't know where I was, or what hap pened, or anything. Afterward, when they hailed me as a hero, I thought they were kidding, that everybody must know how frightened I was. After a time I saw that I'd fooled them, and that shamed me. Then I had to keep It up or become ridiculous. But it nearly killed me." It so happened that the president and well-nigh the entire provisional cabinet were In Cubltas. Leslie and Norlne went directly to the former. He promptly sent for the minister of Jus tice, who In turn gallantly put himself at Norlne's disposal. In no time the news had spread and there was sub dued excitement throughout the camp. Norlne was between tears and laughter when she ran panting Into Estebon's cabin, leaving Branch to wait outside. , At sight of her Esteban uttered a low cry of happiness. "Dearest I I've been lying In a stupor of delight The world has become bright I hear peo ple laughing. What a change !" Tve arranged everything 1 The pres ident and his cabinet are coming to witness the ceremony." Esteban poised upon his . elbow, his face was a study. "What have you ar ranged?" he managed to Inquire. "Sh-hl" Norlne laid a finger upon his Hps. "The guest of the republic Is to be married today." "Norlne 1 Oh, my dear" quavered the sick man. "I can't let you do this mad thing. Think I I'm ready for the grave " "This" will make you well. We're go ing away when the very next expedl tlen arrives." "I haven't the strength to refuse," Esteban murmured. "And yet how can I leave Cuba? What right have I to accept happiness and leave Rosn " This was a subject which Norlne dreaded, a question to which she knew no answer. She was not In a mood to discuss It, and' mode no attempt to do so. Instead, she laid the Invalid upon his pillow, saying: "Leslie is waiting to wish you Joy and a quick recovery. May I ask him She-stepped to the door, only to be hold her late companion making off down the village street In great haste and evident excitement. Approaching between the drunken rows of grass huts was a little knot of people. Even as Norlne watched It grew Into a con siderable crowd, for men and women and children came hurrying from their tasks. There were three figures In the lead, a man and two boys, and they walked slowly, ploddingly, as if weary from a long march. , "Esteban I" Norlne cried In a voice she scarcely recognized. She retreated Into the doorway with one hand upon her leaping heart "Esteban 1 Look! They're coming here I Yes I It's It's O'Reilly 1" Young Vnrona struggled from his hammock. "Rosa!" he called, loudly, "Rosa 1" There came a shadow, then In the doorway the figure of a man, a tattered scarecrow of a man whose feet were bare and whose brown calves were ex posed through flapping rags. His breast was naked where thorns had tried to stay him; his beard, even his hair, were matted and unkempt, and the mud of many trails lay caked upon his garments. It was O'Reilly I Dumb with amazement, blind with tears, Norlne found herself staring up ward Into his face, and beard him say ing: i "I told you I would bring her home." The next Instant she ley upon his breast and sobs of Joy were tearing at her. The story of Rosa's rescue came slowly and In fragments, for the news of O'Reilly's return caused a sensa tion. His recital was Interrupted many times. "As a matter of fact, our get away was ridiculously easy," he said, "for we had luck at every turn regu lar Irish luck. I made Morln Inde pendent for life, but It wasn't the money, it was Jacket who Induced htm It Was O'Reilly to bring us clear to Turlguano. He landed us one night, this side of the Moron trocha. Since then we've waded swamps to our armpits, we've fought the Jungle and chewed bark but we're here." Johnnie heaved a deep sigh of relief. "Where did you get the money to hire schooners and corrupt captains?" Branch Inquired. O'Reilly hesitated; he lowered his voice to a whisper. "We found the Varona treasure." Norlne uttered a cry. "Not Don Es teban's treasure?" "Exactly. It was in the well where young Esteban told us It was." Johnnie produced from his pocket a handful of coins. Branch's eyes bulged, he touched a gold piece respectfully, weighed It care fully, then pressed it to his Hps. He rubbed it against his cheeks and in his hair; he placed It between bis teeth and bit It "It's real!" he cried. "Now let me look at the Jewels." "Rosa has them. She's wearing them on her back. Hunched bocks are lucky, you know ; hers Is worth a fortune." "Why, this beats the 'Arabian Nights !' " Norlne gasped. "It beats " Branch paused, then wagged his head warnlngly at the girl "I don't believe a word of it and you mustn't" Then Johnnie told the story. Whon he had finished there was a long mo ment of silence. Then Norlne qufr vered tremulously: "That boy! That blessed boy!" "It's all too weirdly Improbable," O'Reilly smiled, "but ask Rosa or Jacket the boy Is bursting to tell some one. He nearly died because he couldn't brag about It to Captain Mo rln, and there won't be any holding 'Copyrlfht, by Harper and Brother) him now. Tm afraid he'll tip off the news about that treasure in spite of all my warnings. Those Jewels are a temptation; I won't rest easy until they're safely locked up In some good vault Now then, I've told you every thing, but I'm dying for news. Tell me about yourselves, about Esteban. I ex pected to find him well. What alls him?" ' "Oh, Johnnie !" Norlne began. "He's very ill. He isn't getting well. Help me, Johnnie 1 Help me to get him home " "Of course I will. We'll take him and Rosa away where they can forget Cuba and all the misery It has caused them. We'll make him well don't worry." O'Reilly snw little of his sweetheart that day, for Norlne promptly bore the girl off to her own quarters and there attended to her needs, the most press ing of which was clothing. While OHellly was similarly en gaged In making himself presentable, he and Branch talked earnestly, with the result that they repaired later to General Gomez. O'Reilly concluded by saying: "I've done what I came to do, sir, but Miss Varona Is badly shaken by all she has been through. She's very nervous and far from well. Esteban, too, Isn't recovering." General Gomez nodded. "Miss Evans declares he must have a change, and v'e have arranged to send him out of the country. His sister, poor child, should go, too." "They should go at once," O'Reilly said, positively. "That's why we came to see you. Let us Branch and me take all three of them to the United States." "But how? How can you take two women and a sick man " "We'll manage somehow," O'Reilly declared. "It isn't far across to the Bahama Banks. I'll agree to come back If you so desire." Gomez shook his white head. "Not You came to find and save your fiancee, and you volunteered to serve with us while you were doing so. We have no desire to keep any man against his will. Some one must escort Miss Evans, who in our guest. Why not you two? "I was looking forward to an Inter esting ceremony this afternoon," Go mez went on. "Has your arrival changed the plans?" "Oh no, sir!" O'Reilly sold, quickly. "I'd like to make It doubly Interesting, If Miss Varona will consent to such short notice." "Bravo! You have a way of doing the unexpected. Why not? I don't think Miss Varona will have it in her heart to refuse you anything." The old soldier was right Rosa did not gainsay her lover, and toward sun down the city among the leaves wit nessed an unaccustomed scene. Rosa, very dainty In her borrowed nurse's uniform, was round-eyed, timid; she evoked much admiration, but when she was addressed as Senora O'Reilly she blushed to the roots of her hair and shrank close to her hus band's side. Branch proved to be a happy choice as Esteban's proxy, for he relieved Norlne's anxiety and smoth- Kered her apprehensions. When Rosa and O'Reilly returned to Esteban's cabin they found Norlne ahead of them. She was kneeling be side the sick man's hammock, and through the doorway came the low, In timate murmur of their voices. Rosa drew her husband away, whispering, happily : "He will get well. God and that won derful girl won't let him die." CHAPTER XXII. The Rainbow's End. The Journey to the coast was made by, easy stages and Esteban stood it fairly well. Jacket, of course, - went along. Upon the announcement of O'Reilly's Intended departure for the States he had promptly abandoned Cuba to her fate. He foreswore her utterly and declared himself a loyal American citizen. Relying upon the best Information obtainable at Cubltas, O'Reilly had counted upon securing a sailboat from a certain fisherman whose sympathies were known to be loyal, but in this he was disappointed. The party arrived at its destination, a tiny clearing on an unfrequented part of the north shore, ordy to find It deserted and al ready grown to weeds. The house was empty, the boats were gone all but one old hulk, too rotten to warrant moving, which lay high up on the sand, Its planks worm-eaten, Its seams wide spreod by the sun. O'Reilly was In a qunndftry. He gravely doubted Esteban's ability to stand the rough return Journey, and when he spoke to Norlne of turning bnck she was panic-stricken at the sug gestion. "No, no!" she cried, anxiously. "We must get him away. His heart Is set on going through and It would kill him to go back." "Then I guess well have to go through," he smiled. For the first time In their acquaint ance Norlne lost control of herself. "Promise that you won't go back," she Implored him. "Very well, If you'll consent to risk this miserable tub we found on the beach " 'Til risk anything a raft even. Is there an even chance of our getting across?" "Perhaps. It all depends upon the weather." When morning came O'Reilly mode a closer examination of the abandoned boat The result was not encouraging, but he determined to make use of It, and the crazy craft was launched. It was necessary to handle her gingerly, and when she took the water she leak ed abominably. But during the night she swelled and In the morning It was possible to ball her out From the point of leaving It was per haps five miles across the sound to the fringe of keys which In this neighbor hood bordered the old Bahama chan nel with Its unplumbed depths of blue water. Here It was calm, so the run was soon made. When the coastline of Cuba had be come a blur astern Rosa crept back and seated herself beside her husband. , How much I love you," she whispered. "But I never can tell you, for we are never alone. Was there ever such a courtship, such a marriage, and such a wedding Journey as ours?" It proved to be a long, long night, for the boat, though roomy, was uncom fortable. Daylight brought an In creased breeze which heeled the boat further. Fortunately the haze was not thick enough to wholly obscure the sun and so O'Reilly was enabled to hold his course. But he did not like the look of things. In time there came a spite ful drizzle which completely hid the sun and left no Indication of the course except the direction whence drove the rain. No one spoke now. Even Esteban lay silent, shivering miserably upon his sodden bed. Rosa finally straightened her aching back and smiled at her hus band. "Are we going down?" she asked. "Oh no ! This Is merely n squall," he told her, with an assumption of confi dence he was far from feeling. Deliverance came suddenly, and from the least-expected quarter. Out of the mist to starboard there materialized a shape, a schooner driving ahead of the wind. The refugees descried her simul taneously and stood ankle deep in the wash, waving their hats and their cala bashes, and shouting crazlly, until she saw them and fetched up. There was a bnbble of voices, shout ed questions, hysterical answers. Rosa was weeping softly; Norlne had lifted Esteban and now clutched him tight, while her tears fell upon his face. The schooner was a sponger bound for Nassau; its blackbird crew spoke English and they willingly helped the strangers overside, laughing and shout ing In a childlike display of excitement. Soon there was hot food and coffee, dry beds and blankets for those who needed them. ' Johnnie tucked his bride snugly Into one of the hard berths, then stooped and kissed her. Rosa's teeth were chattering, but she smiled happily. "God's hand directed us," she said. BOTH MEN IN RIGHT PLACE At Least That la Likely to Be Ver dict of Those Who Toiled Over Income-Tax Schedules. The visitor was being conducted through a state institution for the Insane and his guide was an affable young man from the harmless ward whose keen intelligence made the vis itor wonder why he was under re straint Stopping in front of a padded cell, they looked at a stout, short individ ual with a forelock draped over one eye and a pose characteristically Napoleonic. "Thinks he's the Little Corporal, eh?" the visitor asked of the guide. "Yes; he's had that hallucination for five years." Across the corridor in another cell was an old man poring over a num ber of blue prints. ' "What's the matter with him?" "Poor chap," laughed the guide ; "he thinks that he has Invented a submarine-proof ship. The hull of the ship Is honeycombed with holes; when' the war-head of the torpedo strikes, it goes into one of the holes and is held fast by its sides." "But," objected the visitor, "suppose the torpedo strikes between the holes?" "In that case," said the guide as he shook with laughter, "It wouldn't count and the submarine would be en titled to another try." In the Inst cell was a middle-aged man at a high desk. He looked up as the others approached and nodded smilingly. "What's the matter with him?" queried the visitor. "Hlrat He's hopeless; he believes that he Is an authority on income-tax legislation." "Ah," said the visitor, "and he isn't?" "No, indeed!" replied the guide; "I am the only authority." Kant Slip. These are. the times that try men's souls. Thomas Paine. "One only needs to pray long enough and strong enough and he will hear." It was a month later! Quaint old Nas sau lay dozing under an afternoon sun. Up from the beach came O'Reilly and his youthful alter ego, Jacket They were clad In clean white clothes; a month of rest had done them good. Jacket was no longer wizened ; be was plump and sleek and as full of mischief as a colt while O'Reilly's leanness had disappeared and he filled his gar ments as a man should. They turned In through a picket gate and up a walk. At the end stood a cot tage with wide porches hidden beneath Jasmine and honeysuckle and morning- glory vines. "Look, Rosal" Jacket lifted the heavy string of fish. "We had stu pendous luck." But Rosa was In her husband's arms and neither she nor O'Reilly had eyes for anything but each other. Rosa had vastly changed. She was clad In a charming little muslin dress, there were dimples in her cheeks, she wore a heavy Marechal Nell bud at her breast O'Reilly held her off and de voured her with his eyes. "Sweetheart, you grow fresher and more beautiful every hour," said he. Rosa danced upon her toes, and tugged at him. "But come quickly and see the surprise we have. I've been wild for your return, so hurry." She led him swiftly up the steps, and there, standing beside a chair, was Esteban Varona, "He dressed ' himself and walked out here alone. He's well 1" "Esteban I Really" The brother nodded decisively. "It's true. I rebelled at last. - Tomorrow I'll walk to the gate and the next day we'll go fishing. Here's a letter from Leslie, by the way. There's one bit of news ; he says the talk of intervention in creases and he may have to return te Cuba as a war correspondent "Intervention I That would be fine," Esteban cried. O'Reilly nodded. "Oh, it's bound to come, and when Uncle Sam takes hold Cuba will be free." Norlne agreed : "I'm sure of it And then we'll all go back to our rain bow's end and dig for that pot of gold." Esteban ' turned adoring eyes upon the speaker; he took her hand in his. 'Tve found my rainbow's end," sale he. "And I've found mine," O'Reilly as serted. "I've gained your father's treas ure, and more I're found the prize ol all the Indies." With his arm about Rosa he drew her Into the house. Esteban lowered himself Into his chnlr and Norlne rested herself upon its arm. He lay back with eyes closed, From the regions at the rear came the voice of Jacket. The boy was In a declamatory mood. He had gathered an audience, as was his dally custom, and was addressing them In English : "I tkllled more'n a dozen Spaniards at Pino Bravo. It was my day. By rights I should have been made a gen eral, but" (THE END.) The French Tricolor. The Tricolor, the French national standard of blue, white and red, di vided vertically, originated during the first French revolution. In 1789 the leaf plucked by Camille Desmoulins in the garden of the Palais Royal be came a rallying sign, and green was to be adopted as the national color; but, remembering that green was the color of the hated Prince d'Artols, they rejected It on the following day. They at first chose, Instead, blue and red, the colors of the city of Paris, and later added the white of royalty, that had been faithfully preserved by the national guard. This new standard was adopted with enthusiasm. A few months after taking of the Bastlle, Ballly and Lafayette offered to Louis XVI the three-colored cocard as a badge of reconciliation with the king. Thus the Tricolor originated as the symbol of the liberty of the French nation, and it continued as such ever when afterward the "reconciliation" with the king ended with his decapita tion, i Thts Swindler Up to Date. Thought reading was the method claimed to have been employed by a man in 'Bengal, India, to win large sums of money on the race course. It turned out to be a very ingenious form of swindle. Finding a man who is in terested in racing, the confidence man produces a roll of money, and statei that he won this by his fore-knowl. edge of the winners on the track. 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