Middletown transcript., 1916-06-24
CHAPTER xxXIlI-continued.


within him was his only comfort. The
food at Fazenda Flores had swept
away all that his hands had done, but
the things that Fazenda Flores had
done for him could not be swept away
by any material force. They stood and
feared nothing ng-except Alix.
Wherever his mind turned, it came
back to Alix and found in her an i'm
passe. Alix assumed more and more
the pertentous attributes Of one unat-
tached, sitting in judgment over his
acts. His memory Of her frailty, of
her f1owerlike detachment from the
bones-the skeletOn-of life, her arti-
aciality, made her seem ludicrouSly in
congruous In the role of judge. He
could not picture her, much less esti-
mate the sentence she would pass. His
thoughts led him daily up to that i'm
passe and left him. Then came the
doubt and the question-why should
be lead himself bodily to the impasse
at all?
He was still fighting this point when
he reached Barbados but there an incl
dent befell which brought a new light
to his mind and then a new peace
to his soul
He had gone ashore at Bridgetown
simply because his whole body. per-
fectly attuned by three years of long
hours Of toll, was crying out for more
exercise than the narrow decks Of the
freighter could afford.
When the little group Of passengers
reached shore, with the exception of
Gerry and an old returning Barbadian.
they all turned in the same direction
as If by a common impulse.
The Barbadian glanced at Gerry and
jerked his head at the disappearing
group. Men Of the world in the big
sense" he said
What do you mean?" asked Gerry.
Son." said the old Barbadian, who
was very tanned and whose kindly
eyes blinked through thick glasses,
when a chap tells you he's a man
of the world you ask him If he ever
had a drink at the Ice house You
don't have to say in Bridgetown' Ever
have a drink at the Ice hOuseY Just
like that; and If he says, No. you
know he meant he was a town rounder
when he said he was a man of the
world"
Gerry smiled and fell naturally in
step with the Barbadian as he moved
slowly on.
YES" said the old man. cts sure
test. The man that hasn't crooked his
elbow at the big, round deal table In
that old, ramshackle drink house can't
say he's really Travelled. LOng-l lost
brothers and friends have met there.
and when men that roam the high seas
want news Of some pal that's disap-
peared down the highway of the world
they drop in at the old Ice house and
ask what road he took. It's halfway
house to all the seven seas"
Have you lost anyoneY asked
Gerry.
mo, I'm not thirsty for a drink just
now," said the Barbadian with a
smile. And your
Nor l." said Gerry, laughing. I'm
out to stretch my legs"
you can't do that here" replied the
old man. "You don't know our sun.
Come with me-" He hailed a ram
shackle Victoria.
Gerry hesitated. "You must have a
home you want to go to and friends
10 see. Don't worry about me. III
be careful about the SUM-"
Boy" said the Barbadiau, i've got
a home and I'm going to see it, but
there's no reason why you shouldn't
come along. AS for friends-the ones
left here won't get up to meet anyone
till the last trump sounds. Come along
You are the only company and I'm the
only host in our party"
They climbed into the rickety cab
and the Barbadian gave directions to
the driver. The driver answered in the
soft cultural Of the West Indian black
Slowly they crawled through the
crooked streets Of the town. Gerry
leaned back and gazed at the freak
ish buildings. They were all Of frame
work. Some swelled at the top, and
Gerry wondered why they did not
topple over: some swelIed at the bot
tom and he wondered why these did
not cave in.
The Barbadian watched his face.
Funny town, eh?"
Gerry nodded.
Presently the found themselves on
a country road. 1t was so smooth that
the weighted carriage pushed the old
horses along at an unwonted pace.
Little houses-hundreds of them-that
looked like big hencoops lined the road.
Suddenly the carriage came to a halt.
One of the little houses was trying to
straddle the road. From around it
came screams and cries. "Now. then,
yo' Gladys, when ah say heft, yo'
heft"
The driver poured out an angry tor
rent Of words that tried their best to
be harsh and failed. From around the
obstructing house came an old darky.
When his eyes fell on the Barbadian
he rushed forward. 'Lor, Misteh NAL
colin, when did yo' get back?"
Just now, Charles" said the Barba-
dian. "What's the matter here?"
The darky's eyes rolled "Mattah,
Misteh Malcolm? Why, that ole Gun
mel Stewart he's jes' so natcherly par
simonious that he requires me to pay
rent fo havin' ma house on his Ian,
so I says to ole nanny, weIl jes'
move this here residence on to a gentle
mans Ian. and Aisteh Malcolm men