The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-05-04

anQ sent DIue 'louu across the enCI
One thousand thanks tpr the inf,
replied deliberately. There are many
until our esteemed chief has removed
For n matter of fifteen years or
pore the elderly bookkeeper has been
watching blithesome paying tellers
come and go. He had almost grown
20 enjoy the latter. and he smiled
with evil pleasure as he pointed with
his penholder toward the winding
stairway at the rear.
"Tf you will have the goodness TO
ascend. JOSE" he suggested gently.
and glance on. "pon the balcony
At the slider"
teller asked quickly.
"And not alone" the elder man
pursued with somo enjoyment. HE
In chatting with captain Velvet"
"He has returned to Rclampago?
u. "With Captain Velvet. who has
shot men dead because the smoke OF
cigarettes offends him" the book
keeper wound up aniably and dipped
his pen once more.
In the body of the bank one might
have caught the faint squeak OF q
hurried heel grinding "a cigarette into
pulp; after that came prolonged ST.
Hence, broken only by the busy NUT
ter OF the teller as he counted up
the banks wealth and the scratch
scratch OF the accountants pen
working down the big pages.
=. Yct--ouiwardly. at any rate-there
\was nothing very awe-inspiring ABOUT
Nhe pair who occupied the upper bal
cony on the shady side OF the bank.
Senior Miguelo Pacato. to be sure,
owned the institution itself and the
better part Of Rclampagos water
front, which meant that he kept an
excellent grip on the commerce or all
Santa Chanza. He owned large
section Of the populace. too. when
votes were necessary. and tidy mock
Of ineXhaustible gold mines some
where up country, but with his slight
frame, his dark skin. his carefully
walked black mustache and his white
linens. he might have been no more
than an ordinary native gentleman or
some culture.
And the man OF sixty years or 30
was even less striking. Rather plainly
Yankee, in spite OF the brown
burned skin. his reddish hair and
short beard were mostly gray now.
Hin raiment consisted OF shabby
Khaki and battered riding boots; he
was rather heavily built. and his steel
gray eyes were far from faded; yet
hts vneditative smile was almost child
like just now, as he pulled on "A pitch
black cigar and gazed at the spark
ling harbor. two square miles away.
80 that the revolution in San PIN
taro was failure, captain" muir
INJURED Senior Pacato in faultless Eng
9. lish.
- The man In khaki shifted his cigar
1T wasn't a failure. Mike. because
was running ii, and no revolution
that has me behind II is ever fall
9 ure.''
mot one battle. Capt. Velvet?"
"Not even "A skirmish' 1t like TO
broke my heart, too. There ! had
everything ready for one of the best
battles for liberty had ever planned.
n had that darned army drilled till
Nhe men looked and acted almost like
Nsldiers. Why. III bet there were a
hundred men in that San Pintaro
army that could hit five bull s-eyes
out OF ten, every time, and ! trained
'em all myself! And yet. when II
came right down 10 the scratch, the
- Federal troops started cheering for
rs instead of fighting. and the darned
tyrant President had skipped the
night before. so there was no chance
:. of eyerthrowinR him and"-
"You collected of course?" haz-
-arded Pacato.
q. "For my work down there?" The
captain reused himself 81 got forty
thousand. United States. That's what
we agreed on when ! took hold of
their fool revolution What good
does that money do me. Nike?" he
demanded. irritably.
a., "You are wealthy, OF course"
"I'ye got ten times as much NJ 7
can spend II I live 10 he n hundred :,
the gentieman in khaki said gloomiiy.
'Manev ISM what want. neod
.omethinr 10 START NV blood now'
inr"
arrood Senor poca,o
"Tm going hack ="
.ro Ean pintorop"
mo. 10 New York"
eRock IN N,w yorko ?"
"Mike. us fiftv wears ayo this
vary manth thar lar New Wi,
rc,itv
.Ah,"
" .And Il honno,ed .ome,bi,, lilo