The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-08-09

Both Of us was broke, but Timotes
sent us goat meat and plantains ant
tortillas every day, and at last l go
the curse of drink lifted from Clifford
Wainwright. He lost his taste for it
And in the cool Of the evening him
and me would sit on the roof of limo
teas mothers hut, eating harmless
truck like coffee and rice and stewed
crabs and playing the accordion.
about that time President Gomez
found out that the advice of @. Vain
wright was the stuff he had been look
ing for. The country was pulling out
Of debt, and the treasury had enough
Doodle in it for him to amuse himself
occasionally with the night latch.
$50 down from the regular capital he
sends for Clifford Wainwright and
makes him his private secretary at 90
900 Peru dollars year. Yes, sir-so
much. Wainwright was on the water
wagon-thanks to me and Tim0tea-
and he was soon in clover with the
government gang.
"As / said. a man can do lot more
for another party than he can for him.
self. Wainwright with his brains got
! a whole country out of trouble and
on it's feet, but what could he do for
himself? And without any special
brains, but with some nerve and COM
mon sense, I put him on his feet be-
cause l never had the weakness that
| he did-nothing but a cigar for mine.
| Yes. he offered me some pretty good
| jobs. But I'd have had to leave AguaS
Frescas, so | didn't take any of EN- up
Say, didn't tell you much about that
girl-Timotea. We rather hit it off to-
gether. She was as good as you find
EN- anywhe re-Spanish mostly. with
just a twist of lemon peel on top.
What if they did live in a grass hut
and went bare armed?
"a month ago." went on Trotter,
she went away. don't know where
to, but
you'd better come back to the
States" | insisted. Il can promise
you positively that my brother will
give you a position in cotton. sugar or
sheetings. am not certain which"
81 think she went back with her
mother" said Trotter, Ito the village
in the mountains that they come FROM.
Tell me, what would this job you speak
of pay?"
"Why," said |, hesitating over COM
merce, 81 should say $50 or 500 d
month, maybe $500"
Amt it funny" said 1'rotter dig
ging his toes in the sand. what
chump a man is when it comes TO pad
ding his own canoe? l don't know.
Of course I'm not making a living
here. I'm on the bum. But-well, ]
wish you could have seen that limo
tea Every man has his own weas
spot"
The gig from the AnGador was com
ing ashore to take out the captain. purs-
er and myself, the lone passenger.
I'll guarantee said | confidently,
that my brother will pay you $75 q
month"
"All right, then" said William Trot-
.er opp
But a soft voice called across ths
blazing sands. A girl, family lemon
tinted, stood In Gale Real and called
IT'S herr said William Trotter, look
ng. She's come back! Pm obliged.
tut can't take the job. Thanks, just ]
he same. Amt it funny how we can't
10 nothing for ourselves, but we can
10 wonders for the other fellow? You
vas about to get me with your fnan-
ial proposition, but we've all got our
weak points. Timoteas NINE And,
ay"- Trotter had turned to leave, but
e retraced the step or two that he had
AIKEN Il like to have left you without
aging goodby," said he. ut kind Of
attles you when they 60 away unex-
ected for a month and come back the
anne way. Shake hands So long!
ay, do you remember them gun shots
7e heard awhile ago up at the cuartel2
Veil, | knew what they was, but
idn't mention it. 1t was Clifford
Wainwright being shot by squad Of
'ldiers against a stone wall for CIV
lg away secrets of state to that Mica
ala republic. Oh, yes, it was rum
lat did 1t. He backslided and got his
guess we all have our weak points
I'd can't do much toward helping our
Ives. Mines waiting for me- I'd
i've liked to have that job with your +
other, but-we've all got our weak
,ints. So longw
A big black Carib carried me on his
lex through the surf to the ships
'at On the way the purser handed
e letter that he had brought for me
the last moment from the post Of
e in Aguas Frescas. 1t was from
= brother. He requested me to meet
N at the st. Charles hotel in New
leans and accept a position with his
use-in either cotton, sugar or sheet
gs, and with $1,000 a year as my
larry.
When | arrived at the Crescent
ty | hurried away-far away from
2 st. Charles to dim chambre gar
, in Bienville street-and there, look
: down from my attic window from
ae to time at the old, yellow absinthe