The little Cuban rebel : $b or, A war correspondent's sweetheartWinfield, Edna
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The little Cuban rebel : $b or, A war correspondent's sweetheart
Winfield, Edna
Cuba -- Fiction
"By the way you go on I would almost believe you had left a lover
behind," he said, severely. "If it is so, listen to me. You must cast
him aside forever. I have promised the lieutenant that you will marry
him within the week, and you must go to him heart-free."
She gave a moan of actual pain, but he was deaf to all entreaty.
Instead of listening, he drew a card from his pocket and consulted it.
"The train leaves at twelve o'clock," he said. "I will be ready an
hour before that time, and you must be. Unless you have shopping that
must actually be done, you had better remain in the hotel, for fear
of becoming involved in these street skirmishes, which appear to be
altogether too frequent. Is Cara here?"
She nodded her head. She couldn't command her voice sufficiently to
speak.
"Then let her go out for you. And now mind what I said, Estella; drop
the past, and look only to the future. The worthy lieutenant said he
would be in waiting, with a guard, on the arrival of the train at
Marambo. You must show him how much you appreciate the honor he is
about to confer upon you. The chances are that before this war is over
he will be a general, like myself; for when money is added to valor, it
means quick promotion."
With these words he pressed a kiss upon her icy forehead, and quitted
the room. She sank down on a couch and covered her face with her hands.
She had tried to ward off her coming fate, and had failed!
CHAPTER IX.
"ESTELLA, MY QUEEN, HENCEFORTH NOTHING SHALL SEPARATE US!"
"No, no! I will never consent! Rather than consent to such an unholy
alliance I will seek safety in flight!"
It was half an hour later when unhappy Estella sprang up uttering the
above words. She had turned the whole situation over in her mind, and
had reached the determination that, rather than be forced into this
detestable marriage, she would run away.
"I can join the Rebel army," she went on. "They need help in their
hospitals, and I know a good deal about nursing, thanks to my lessons
in medicine at Vassar. I will wait until the last minute, and then fly!"
The very thought of personal liberty seemed to give her strength; and
when Cara came in she found her young mistress bustling around in a far
brighter mood than she had expected.
"We must do some shopping, and then be back by eleven o'clock," said
Estella. "We take the train for home at twelve."
"There will be no train before six o'clock to-night--maybe not until
even later," replied the maid. "I heard them talking about it down
stairs. The rebels have torn up a portion of the roadbed."
To Estella this was good news. She wished to remain in Santiago as long
as possible. She might perchance see Howard, and then----She did not
speculate further; she only hoped for the meeting.
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