Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1916-03-07

Jobs. But I'd have had to leave Aguai
Frescas, so didn't take any Of 'em up
Say, didn't tell you much about tha
girlHTimotea. We rather hit 1t of to
gether. She was as good as you 1ni
'em anywhere-Spanish mostly, will
Just a twist Of lemon peel on top
What If they did live in a grass hui
and went bare armed?
"A month ago." went on Trotter
"she went away. I don't know where
to, but
you'd better come back to the
States" I insisted. II can promise
you positively that my brother will
give you a position in cotton, sugar OF
sheetings, I am not certain which"
II think she went back with hel
mother" said Trotter, Ito the village
IN the mountains that they come from.
Tell me, what would this job you speak
Of payT
"Why," said I, hesitating over com
merce, ~ should say $50 or 500 q
month, maybe $780,"
Saint It funny" said Trotter, dig
ging his toes In, the sand, what
chump a man is when 1t comes to pad.
ding his own canoe? don't know.
Of course I'm not making. living
here. I'm on the bum. But-well,
wish you could have seen that Timo.
tea. Every man has his own weak
spot"
The gig from the Andador was com.
ing ashore to take out the captain, purs
er and myself, the lone passenger.
IN guarantee" said I confidently
that my brother will pay you SIS q
month"
"An right, then" said william Trot.
ter. "I'r'-
But soft voice called across the
blazing sands. A girl, family lemon
tinted, stood In Gale Real and called.
"It's herr said William Trotter, look
ing. "She's come backl I'm obliged
but I can't take the job. Thanks, just
the same. Amt 1t funny how we cant
do nothing for ourselves, but we car
do wonders for the other fellow? You
was about to get me with your finan'
cial proposition, but we've all got oul
weak points. Timotea's mine. And
say Trotter had turned TO leave, but
he retraced the step or two that he had
taken. II like to have left you without
saying goodby," said he. 1T kind OF
rattles you when they go away une1'
pected for month and come back the
same way. Shake hands. So long
Say, do you remember them gun shots
we heard awhile ago up at the cuarteli
Well, I knew what they was, but
didn't mention 1t. It was Clifford
Wainwright being shot by squad OF
soldiers against a stone wall for CIV
ing away secrets Of state to that Mica
mala republic. Oh. yes, It was rum
that did 1t. he backslided and got bis
guess we all have our weak points
and can't do much toward helping our
selves. Mines waiting for me. I'd
have liked to have that job with your
brother, but-we've all got our weah
points. SO longl"
aAS -
A big black Carib carried me on, BIZ
back through the surf TO the ships
boat. On the way the purser handed
me a letter that he had brought for me
;at the last moment from the post Of
Ace in Aguas Frescas. It was from
my brother. He requested me TO meet
him at. the *. Charles hotel in New
Orleans and accept q position with hi
house either cotton, sugar or sheet
lings, and with 5000 a. year q my
salary. ~i.'''-.
!. When I arrived at the Crescent
| City / hurried awayGfar away from
tns St Charles to q dim chimbre gar
ME In Bienville street and there, look
I! ing down from my attic window iron
i time To- time ct the old, yellow absinth'
/ housg across the- street, I wrote thi
/ story to bay, myrbtsad and butter.
aCan thin that helps Others hell
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