The Washington herald., 1920-10-10
CONTINUED from Yesterday
"FoX-IN-THE-MoRNING"

was set like little pearl III On
emerald band. Behind 1t, and SEEM
ing almost to topple, imminent,
above il, rose the ses-following
range of the COrdilleras. In front
the sea was spread, smiling jailer,
but even more incorTuptiblc than
the frowninE mountains. The waves
swished along the smooth beach;
the parrots screamed in the orange
and ceiba trees; the palms waved
their timber fronds foolishly like
an awkward chorus at the prima
donna's cue to enter.
Suddenly tn. town was full of eX-
citement. 4 native boy dashed down
grass-grown street, shrieking:
"Basca Ell Senior Goodwin. Ha
Venido un TELEGRAPH pOr ell"
The word passed quickly. Tele-
, grams do not often come to any one
: in CoraIio. The cry for Senior Good
win was taken up by a dozen OFF,
Cious voices. The main street run
ming parallel TO the beach became
populated with those who desired
to expedite the delivery of the
despatch. Knots OF women with
compilations varying from palest
olive to deepest brown gathered at
street corners and plaintively
carolled: I'm TELEGRAPH por Senior
GOODWIN The COmandante, Don
Senior ell Coronel EncarnaCiOn Rios,
who was loyal to the Ins and sus-
pected Goodwin's devotion to the
Outs. hissed: Aha" and wrote in
his secret memorandum book the
accusiye fact that Senior Goodwin
had on that momentous date recetV-
ed a telegram.
In the midst of the hullabaloo a
man stepped to the door of a small
wooden building and looked out
Above the door was a sign that
rad ''Keogh and Clancy"-a no.
menclature that seemed not to be
indigenous to that tropical soil. The
man in the door was Billy keoEh.
scout of fortune and progress and
Iatter-day rover OF the Spanish
Main. Tintypes and photographs
were the weapons with which
KeOgh and Clancy were at that
time assailinE the hopeless shores.
Outside the-shop were set two large
frames hlled with specimens Of
their art and skill.
keogh leaned in the doorway. his
Bold and humorous CountenanCe
wearing a look Of interest at the
unusual influx Of life and sound
into the street. When the meaning
qf the disturbance became clear to
him he placed a hand beside his
mouth and shouted: Hey. FRANK" -
in such a robustious voice that the
feeble clamor of the natives was
drowned and sileuced.
Fifty yards away, on the seaward
side Of the street, stood the abode
Of the consul for the United States.
Out from the door Of this building
tumbled Goodwin at the call. He
had been smoking with willard
Geddie, the consul. on the back
porch of the consulate. which was
conceded to be the coolest spot in
CoraliO.
Hurry up" shouted Keogh.
There's a riot in town on account
Of a telegram that's come for you.
You want to be careful about these
things, my boy. II won't do to
triie with the curiosity of Coralio."
Goodwin had strOIled up the
street and met the boy with the
message. The oX-eyed women gazed
at him with shy admiration, for his
type drew them. He was big,
blonde. and jauntily dressed in white
linen. with buckskin zapatos. His
manner was courtly. with a sort OF
kindly turbulence in it, tempered
by a merciful eye. When the tele-
gram had been delivered, and the
bearer Of il dismissed with a gratu-
ity, the relieved populace returned
to the contiguiti6s of shade from
which curiosity had drawn it-ths
women to their baking in the mud
ovens under the orange trees. or to
the interminable combing of their
long. straight hair; the men to
their cigarettes and gossip in the
cantinas.
Goodwin sat on Keogh's doorstep.
Bob Englehart. an American, who
lived in San MateO, the capital city
of Anchuria, eight miles in the in
terior. Englehart was gold
miner, an ardent revolutionist and
good people" That he was a man
Of resource and imagination was
proven by the telegram he had sent.
II had been his task to send a
confidential message to his friend
in Coralio. This could not have
been accomplished in either Spanish
or English, for the eye polite in
Anchuria was an active one. The
Ins and the Outs were perpetually
on their guard. But Englehart was
diplomatist. There existed but
one code upon which he might make
reQuisitiOn with promise of safety
the great and potent code OF
Slang. So. here is the message that
slipped. unconstrued. through the
fingers OF curious officials, and came
10 the eve Of Goodwin:
His Nibs skedaddled yesterday
per jack-rabbit line with all the
roin in the kitty and the bundle Of
muslin he's spoony about The
Doodle is six figures short Our
crowd in good shape. but we need
the spOnduIicks. You collect II.
The main guy and the dry goods
are headed for the briny. You know
what to do.
BOB"
This screed. remarkable as it was.
had no mystery for Goodwin He
vas the most successful Of the
small advance-guard of speculative
Americans that had invaded An
churia. and he had not reached that
rnyiable pinnacle without having
well exercised the arts of foresight
and deduction. lie had taken up
political intrigue as a matter Of
business. He was acute enough to
WELD a certain influence among the
Leading sChemers. and he was pros
porous enough to be able to pur-
+hase the respect of the petty Of
1peholderS. There was always a
Evolutionary party; and to il he
1ad always allied himself: for the
adherents OF a new administration
received the rewards of their la
Dors. There was now a Liberal
oarty seeking to overturn Presi-
liant MirafOres. II the wheel sue
'essfully revolved. Goodwin stood
o win a concession to 10000 man
sanas of the finest coffee lands In
he interior. Certain incidents in
he recent career of President Mir
37OreS had excited q shrewd su--