The Washington herald., 1920-10-25

to have her questioned or dis
turbed."
Colonel Falcon bowed again.
"Por supuesto, no" he cried. And
to indicate that the inquiry was
ended he added: And now. senior.
let me beg of you TO show me that
sea view from your galeria of which
you spoke. ! am lover OF the
sea"
In the early evsning Goodwin
walked back to the town with his
guest, leaving him at the corner of
the Gale Grande. As he was return
ing homeward one "Beezlebub"
Blythe, with the air of Courtier
and the outward aspect of a scare
crow. pounced upon him hopefully
from the door of pulperia.
Blythe had been re-christened
"Beezlebub" as an acknowledgement
& of the greatness of his fall. Once
in some distant Paradise Lost, he
/ had fore gathered with the angels
of the eartn. But Fate had hurled
/ him headlong down to the tropics.
where famed in his bosom a fire
that was seldom Guenched. In Co
ralio they called him a beaChcomb-
7 er; but he was, in reality, a cata-
goriCal idealist who stroVe to ana
morphOsiZe the dull Yerities of life
by the means of brandy and rum.
As Beczlebub, himself, might have
held in his clutch with unwilling
tenacity his harp or crown during
his treme ndous fall, so his name
sake had clung to his gold trimmed
! eyeglasses as the only souvenir Of
his lost estate. These he wore with
impressiveness and distinction while
he combed beaches and extracted
toll from his friends. By some Uys-
terious means he kept his drink =
Redeemed face always smoothly
shaven. For the rest he sponged
gracefully upon whomsOever he
could for enough to keep him pretty
drunk. and sheltered from the rains
and night dews.
Halo. Goodwin" called the dere-
lict, airly. Il was hoping to strike
you. l wanted to see you particu
talk. OF course you know there's a
chap down here looking up the
money old Miraflores lost"
Yes" said Goodwin. I've beer
talking with him. Let's go into Es,
pada's place. | can spare you ter
minutes"
They went into the pulpcria and
sat at a little table upon stools with
rawhidC tons.
Have a drink" said Goodwin.
They can't bring it too quickly
said Blythe. I've been in a drought
over since morning. Hi-muchacho
!-el aguardiente por aca."
Now, what do you want to Sc,
. me about" asked Goodwin, wher
the drinks were before them
"ConfOund it. old man" drawlec
Blythe 'why do you spoil a COLDER
moment like this with business?
wanted to see you-wcll. this ha
the preferences" He gulpcd dow
his brandy. and gazed longingI!
into the empty glass.
Have another" suggested Good
win.
Between gentIcmcn," said tn,
fallen angel, Il don't quite like you
use of that word another 1t ism
, quite delicate. But the concret,
idea that the word represents /
! not displeasing."
The glasses were reflled. Blyth
slipped blissfully from his. as he be
gan to enter the state of a tru,
i idealist.
! Il must trot along in a minute o
two" hinted Goodwin WAS ther
: anything in particular"
Blythe did not reply at once.
"Old Losada would make it a ho
country" he remarked at Length
I FOR the man who swired that grin
4 sack of treasury Doodle. don't yO,
. Think"
j Undoubtedly, he would" agree,
Goodwin calmly, as he rose leisure
{ Iy to his feet. I'll be running owe
to the house now. old man. Mr.!
[ Goodwin is alone. There was moth
: iuG important you had TO say, Wa
there"
= That's all" said blythe. I'm
3 less you wouldn't mind sending i
h another drink from the bar as 20
1 20 out. Old Espada has closed m
e. account to profit and loss. And pa
y for the lot. will You, like 4 goo
l. fellow"
"All right" said Goodwin
I "Bucnas nochcs."
S "Ecezlebub' Blythe fingered owe
= his cups. polishing his eyCglasse
e with a disrcputable handkerchief.
Il thought l could do it. but
r couldn't" he muttered to himsel
I after time "A gentleman can
u hlarkmail tho man he drinks with
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