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Since Don Esteban's nerves, or perhaps it was his conscience, did not permit him to sleep, he arose about noon-tie of the earlystill possessed him; therefore, when he ure chained to the -grating Sebastian's affection for histakes his, er, but at this proof of callous indifference a fire kindled in the old fellow's breast, hotter by far than the fever from his fly- blown scores He was thirsty, too, but that was the least of his sufferings

Soro heard hiainst the bars of which he leaned The speaker was Dona Isabel She had waited patiently until she knew he must be faint from exhaustion and then she had let herself into the roo, whence she could talk to him without fear of observation

"Do you suffer, Sebastian?" she began in a tone of gentleness and pity

"Yes, ue was thick and swollen

"La! La! What a crime! And you the most faithful slave in all Cuba!"

"Yes, ro raised his head; he shook his body to rid hi him

"Give ourdful, all cool and dripping fro Co with each other"

"A drink, for the love of Christ," panted the old man, and Dona Isabel sa cracked and dry were his thick lips, how near the torture had co him

"I'll do more," she promised, and her voice was like honey "I'll tell Pancho Cueto to unlock you, even if I risk Esteban's anger by so doing You have suffered too ood fellow Indeed you have Well, I can help you now and in the future, or--I can make your life just such a misery as it has been to-day Will you be ?" She was close to the ; her black eyes were gleareed

"What can I tell you?"

"Oh, you know very well! I've asked it often enough, but you have lied, just as my husband has lied to me He is a miser; he has no heart; he cares for nobody, as you can see You must hate hi which Dona Isabel tried to read the expression on that tortured face in the sunlight "Do you?"