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a thousand to you for me to have slept on that cot through the whole business without waking up and seeing anything."
Goodwin opened two more letters, and made memoranda in pencil on them. Then he called “ Manuel!” to his secretary, who came, spryly.
66 The Ariel when does she sail? ” asked Goodwin. “ Señor," answered the youth,“ at three this after
She drops down-coast to Punta Soledad to complete her cargo of fruit.
of fruit. From there she sails for New Orleans without delay." “Bueno!” said Goodwin.
66 These letters may wait yet awhile.”
The secretary returned to his cigarette under the mango tree.
“ In round numbers," said Goodwin, facing Blythe squarely, “how much money do you owe in this town, not including the sums you have “borrowed' from me?" “ Five hundred — at a rough guess,
at a rough guess," answered Blythe, lightly.
“ Go somewhere in the town and draw up a schedule of your debts," said Gcodwin. Come back here in two hours, and I will send Manuel with the money to pay them.
them. I will also have a decent outfit of cloth
ing ready for you. You will sail on the Ariel at three. Manuel will accompany you as far as the deck of the steamer. There he will hand you one thousand dollars in cash. I suppose that we needn't discuss what you will be expected to do in return."
“Oh, I understand,” piped Blythe, cheerily. “I was asleep all the time on the cot under Madama Ortiz's orange trees; and I shake off the dust of Coralio forever. I'll play fair. No more of the lotus
Your proposition is 0. K. You're a good fellow, Goodwin; and I let you off light. I'll agree to everything. But in the meantime - I've a devil
of a thirst on, old man
Not a centavo," said Goodwin, firmly, “ until you are on board the Ariel. You would be drunk in thirty minutes if you had money now."
But he noticed the blood-streaked eyeballs, the relaxed form and the shaking hands of “Beelzebub; ” and he stepped into the dining room through the low window, and brought out a glass and a decanter of brandy.
“ Take a bracer, anyway, before you go posed, even as a man to the friend whom he entertains.
“ Beelzebub ” Blythe's eyes glistened at the sight of the solace for which his soul burned. T: "¡y for
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the first time his poisoned nerves had been denied their steadying dose; and their retort was a mounting torment. He grasped the decanter and rattled its crystal mouth against the glass in his trembling hand. He flushed the glass, and then stood erect, holding it aloft for an instant. For one fleeting moment he held his head above the drowning waves of his abyss. He nodded easily at Goodwin, raised his brimming glass and murmured a “health” that men had used in his ancient Paradise Lost. And then so suddenly that he spilled the brandy over his hand, he set down his glass, untasted.
“ In two hours," his dry lips muttered to Goodwin, as he marched down the steps and turned his face toward the town.
In the edge of the cool banana grove " Beelzebub " halted, and snapped the tongue of his belt buckle into another hole.
“I couldn't do it,” he explained, feverishly, to the waving banana fronds. “I wanted to, but I couldn't. A gentleman can't drink with the man that he blackmails.”
JOHN DE GRAFFENREID ATWOOD ate of the lotus, root, stem, and flower. The tropics gobbled him up. He plunged enthusiastically into his work, which was to try to forget Rosine.
Now, they who dine on the lotus rarely consume it plain. There is a sauce au diable that goes with it; and the distillers are the chefs who prepare it. And on Johnny's menu card it read “ brandy.” With a bottle between them, he and Billy Keogh would sit on the porch of the little consulate at night and roar out great, indecorous songs, until the natives, slipping hastily past, would shrug a shoulder and mutter things to themselves about the “ Americanos diablos."
One day Johnny's mozo brought the mail and dumped it on the table. Johnny leaned from his hammock, and fingered the four or five letters dejectedly. Keogh was sitting on the edge of the table chopping lazily with a paper knife at the legs of a centipede that was crawling among the stationery. Johnny was in that phase of lotus-eating when all the world tastes bitter in one's mouth.
“ Same old thing!” he complained. “Fool people writing for information about the country. They want to know all about raising fruit, and how to make a fortune without work. Half of 'em don't even send stamps for a reply. They think a consul hasn't anything to do but write letters. Slit those envelopes for me, old man, and see what they want. I'm feeling too rocky to move."
Keogh, acclimated beyond all possibility of ill-humour, drew his chair to the table with smiling compliance on his rose-pink countenance, and began to slit open
the letters. Four of them were from citizens in various parts of the United States who seemed to regard the consul at Coralio as a cyclopædia of information. They asked long lists of questions, numerically arranged, about the climate, products, possibilities, laws, business chances, and statistics of the country in which the consul had the honour of representing his own government.
Write 'em, please, Billy," said that inert official, “ just a line, referring them to the latest consular report. Tell 'em the State Department will be delighted to furnish the literary gems. Sign my name.