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Updated: July 23, 2025
Suppose, too, he learns that you and Dona Isabel quarreled the other day over money matters?" Young Varona recovered himself quickly. He was watching his inquisitor now with a faintly speculative frown. When Cueto had finished, Esteban said: "Dona Isabel and I frequently quarreled over money matters, so there is nothing strange in that.
This young lady in whom you are interested, who is she?" "Her name is Varona; Miss Rosa Varona." "So?" Enriquez raised his brows. "Not by any chance the heiress to that famous Varona treasure?" "Exactly! if there is such a thing." There ensued a pause while the Cuban drummed softly upon his desk with his finger-tips. "Her brother Esteban told me that he was working for your cause.
When for the first time she saw him riding at the head of his cutthroats she was like to swoon in her tracks, and for a whole day thereafter she cowered in the hut, trembling at every sound. In these dark hours she recalled the stories of the old Varona treasure and Esteban's interesting theory of its whereabouts, but she could not bring herself to put much faith in either.
Jacket whistled heroically until he was out of O'Reilly's hearing, then his bearing changed. His mouth drew down, and moisture came into his eyes. He rubbed a grimy hand over his stomach, murmuring, faintly: "Cristo! It is hard to be a man when you smell things cooking!" Rosa Varona did not die.
Regarding this action by the Cubans, Dr. Enrique José Varona, a distinguished Cuban and a former deputy to the Cortes, has stated that "before the insurrection of 1868, the reform party which included the most enlightened, wealthy, and influential Cubans, exhausted all the resources within their reach to induce Spain to initiate a healthy change in her Cuban policy.
Your cochero may point out a certain grove of orange-trees, now little more than a rank tangle, and tell you about the quinta of Don Esteban Varona, and its hidden treasure; about little Esteban and Rosa, the twins; and about Sebastian, the giant slave, who died in fury, taking with him the secret of the well.
Day was breaking when Esteban Varona bade his guests good-by at the door of his house. As he stood there Sebastian came to him out of the mists of the dawn. The old man had been waiting for hours. He was half crazed from apprehension, and now cast himself prone before his master, begging for Evangelina. Don Pablo, in whom the liquor was dying, cursed impatiently: "Caramba!
They were gentlemen, men of culture and refinement, the best and oldest blood of Cuba. Both Norine and Johnnie had learned their gratitude, and the story of the Varona twins was typical of the island, nowadays, so they unbent and there were warm congratulaitons, well-turned Latin pleasantries, elaborate compliments upon the beauty of the brides.
As if to swell his discomfiture and strengthen his fears, out from the hills at the head of the Yumuri issued rumors of a little band of guerrilleros, under the leadership of a beardless boy a band of blacks who were making the upper valley unsafe for Spanish scouting parties. Cursing the name of Varona, Pancho Cueto armed himself.
The speaker's tone was eloquent of hatred. "He is worse than the worst of them a monster! He had seen Miss Varona. She was a beautiful girl. ..." "Go on!" whispered the lover. "I discovered that she didn't at first obey Weyler's edict. She and the two negroes they were former slaves of her father, I believe took refuge in the Pan de Matanzas.
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