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Updated: May 28, 2025
My evidence wouldn't carry no weight; but there ain't a jury in South Texas that would question yours. Adolfo done the right thing." "I don't see it," Ed declared, petulantly. "What's the use of getting me into trouble? There's the river; they can't follow you across." But Urbina shook his head. "You know he can't cross," Tad explained. "His people would shoot him if he ever went to Mexico."
Adolfo Rodriguez was the only son of a Cuban farmer, who lived nine miles outside of Santa Clara, beyond the hills that surround that city to the north. When the revolution in Cuba broke out young Rodriguez joined the insurgents, leaving his father and mother and two sisters at the farm.
Annihilated by the realization of this new disaster, no longer having any heart to defend himself, the wretched man let his arms fall. And just at this moment Manolo, beside himself with rage, plunged the fatal blade into his breast. Now with his vengeance complete, the parricide took to flight. Amadeo Zureda, dying, was carried to the hospital. There, that same night, Don Adolfo came to see him.
Austin, who had silently watched the play of these opposing motives, he turned away, and Tad Lewis followed him. But Dave Law had recognized Adolfo Urbina in the crowd, and, stepping forward, disarmed him, saying: "Adolfo, there's a warrant for you, so I'll just take you in."
The good neighbor's grief was terrible, even to the point of the grotesque. "Is it true, what people are saying?" he asked, weeping. "Is it true?" The wounded man had hardly strength enough to press his hand a very little. "Good-by, Adolfo," he stammered. "Now I know what I had to know. You told me, but I couldn't believe it. But now I know you were right. Manolo was not my son "
When the joy of the first moments of meeting had been somewhat allayed, the former conductor and the old engineer grew sad as they recalled the many bitter experiences life had dealt them. "I've already heard of your misfortune," said Don Adolfo, "and I was mighty sorry to hear about it. Sometimes a youthful moment of madness, that lasts only a minute, will cost a man his whole future.
The fifteen or twenty years that still might remain to him, he hoped to pass in the loving accumulation of a little fortune to leave his Rafaela. He got up with the sun and worked industriously all day, driven by this ambition. In the evening he took a dog that Don Adolfo had given him, and went wandering in the outskirts of the village. One of his favorite walks was out to the cemetery.
For Franz Kneisel speaks of what he knows. What lover of chamber music in its more perfect dispensations is not familiar with the figure of Adolfo Betti, the guiding brain and bow of the Flonzaley Quartet? Fortunately for American concert audiences of to-day, he finally inclined to the latter.
And you take this for what it's worth to you: I'm going to get all the cattle-rustlers in this county ALL of them, understand?" Lewis flushed redly and sputtered: "If you make this stick with Adolfo, nobody 'll be safe. I reckon Urbina's word is as good as old Ricardo's. Everybody knows what HE is."
They stopped at various goat-ranches to inquire about Adolfo Urbina, and at noon halted beside a watercourse for lunch. Dave was refilling the radiator when he overheard José in conversation with Mrs. Austin. "Nowhere a trace!" the horse-breaker was saying. "No one has seen him. Poor Rosa Morales will die of a broken heart."
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