The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-03-17

ment of good luck or bad luck-if Their
your career or persisted for or agains
you to such an extent that you wer
forced to attribute results to the 0p
GRAFTON of the aforesaid good luck o
bad luck?"
This question (of almost the dull in
science of legal phraseology) was pu
while we sat in Rousselin's little rel
tiled cafe near Congo square, in New
Orleans.
Brown faced, white hated, fnge
ringed captains of adventure came of
ten to Rousselin's for the cognac
They came from sea and land ant
were chary of relating the things they
had seen-not because they were more
wonderful than the fantasies of the
Ananiases Of print, but because they
were SO different. And l was a per
petual wedding guest, always striving
to cast my buttonhole over the finger
of one of these mariners of fortune
This Captain Malone was a Hiberno
Iberian creole who had gone to and
fro in the earth and walked up and
down in it. He looked like any other
well dressed man of thirty-five whom
you might meet except that he was
hopelessly weather tanned and wore
on his chain an ancient ivory and gold
Peruvian charm against evil, which
has nothing at all to do with his
story.
my answer to your question" said
the captain, smiling, will be to tell
you the story Of Bad Luck Kearny.
That is, if you don't mind hearing it,
My reply was to pound on the table
for Rousselin.
"Strolling along Tchoupitoulas street
one night" began Captain Malone, II
noticed, without especially taxing my
interest, small man walking rapidly
toward me. He stepped upon a wood
en- cellar door, crashed through it and
disappeared | rescued him from a
heap of soft coal below. He busted
himself briskly. swearing fluently in q
mechanical tone, as an underpaid ac-
tor recites the gypsys curse. Graft
tude and the dust in his throat seem
ed to call for fluids to clear them away.
His desire for liquidation was ex
pressed so heartily that l went with
him to a cafe down the street. where
we had some vile vermouth and bit
tiers.
Iii t.11, If
had my first clear sight of Francis
Kearny. He was about five feet sew
en-, but as tough as cypress knee
His hair was darkest red. his mouth
such a mere slit that you wondered
how the food of his words came rush
ing from it. His eyes were the bright
est and lightest blue and the hopeful
est that ever saw. He gave the dou-
BILE impression that he was at bay and
that you had better not crowd him fur
Their.
Just in from a gold hunting expe-
dition on the coast Of Costa Rica,' he
explained. Second mate of banana
steamer told me the natives were pan
ming out enough from the beach sands
to buy all the rum, red calico and par
Tor melodeOns in the world. The day
got there syndicate named Incor-
porated Jones gets government con-
,essiOn to all minerals from q given
point. For next choice | take coast
ever and count green and blue lizards
FOR six weeks in grass hut. | had
o be notified when / was WELL for the
'eptiles were actually there. IS
Then shipped back as third cook
IN Norwegian tramp that blew up
Ter boiler two miles below quarantine.
was due 70 bust through that cellar
lOOr here tonight. SO hurried the rest
II the way up the river roustabouting
N a lower coast packet that made a
anding for every fisherman that want
d plug Of tobacco. And now I'm
lere for what comes next. And it'll |
Ne along, It'll be along. said this queer |
dr. Kearny; it'll be along on the |
,eams Of my bright but not very par !
ocular star
From the first the personality of
he bold heart. the restless nature and
he valiant front against the buffets
f fate that make his countrymen such
aluable comrades in risk and adven-
ure. And just then l was wanting
uch men. Moored at fruit compa-
US pier | had 500 ton steamer
eady to sail the next day with a cargo
f sugar. lumber and corrugated iron
or port in-well, let US call the coun-
~ Esperando-it has not been long
go, and the name of Patricfo Malone
still spoken there when its unset
ed politics are discussed. Beneath
le sugar and iron were packed a
repeating rifles. In Aguas
rias. the capital. Don Rafael Valde-
la. minister of war. Esperando's
reatest hearted and most able pa
lot. awaited my coming. No doubt
On have heard, with smile, of the
wars and uprisings In