The Washington herald., 1920-09-06
By O. HENRY

fce in a lemon grove on a hfl
al the edge OF the town and there
had surprise. j expected 20
see one Of the usual Cinnamon
colored natives in congress gal
ters and one Of Pizarro's csst-on
hats What ] saw was an ele-
Eant gentleman OF a Slightly
claybank complexion sitting in an
upholstered leather chair, slipping
a highball and reading Mrs. Hum
phrey Ward. ] had snugzled into
my brain a few words Of span
ish by the help OF Izzy. and
began to remark in a rich Anda-
lusisn bregue:
"BusnaS diss, senior. 70 ten
go-yo tengc-
oh, sit down. Mr.. BowerSl says
he. I spent eight years in your
country In colleges and law
schools. Let me mix you a high
ball. Lemon peel. or 'not-
Thus we got along. In about
hslt an hour / was beginning 10
tell him about the scandal ia our
family when Aunt Elvirs ran
away with a Cumberland Presby-
terisn preacher Then he says 70
me:
sent for you. Mr. Bowers. TO
let you know you can have your
friend, Mr.. O'Connor, now. OF
course we had TO make a show OF
puHishing HIM on account Of mis-
attack on General Tumbslo. II is
arranged that he shall be reless-
ed tomorrow night You and he
viii be conveyed on board the
fruit steamer Noysger, bound for
New York, which lies in the har-
Dor. Your passage will be ar
ranged for.
"one moment. Judge, says 1:
that revolution
The judge lays back in his
chair and howls.
Why, says he presently. that
was all a little joke fixed up By
The boys around the court room
and one or two OF our cut-ups.
and a few clerks in the stores.
The town is bursting it's sides
with laughing The BOYS made
themselves Up to be conspirsters.
and they-whst you call it,
stick SenOr O'Connor for his mon
ey- II Is very funny
It was, says J. I saw the
joke all along. I'll take another
highbslL IL your honor don't
mind
The next evening just at dark
couple Of soldiers brought
o'Connor down TO the beach.
where ! vas waiting under a CO.
CoaRUt tree.
Hist says ] in his ear. DoHa
lee bel has arranged our escape.
Not a word"
They rowed US in q boat out
to little steamer that smelIcd
Of table d hoJe salad oil and bone
phosphate.
The great mellow, tropical
moon was rising as we steamed
away. O'COnuoT leaned on the
tahrail or rear balcony Of the ship
and gazed silently al GUsys-st
buRcoVille-oH-the- Beach
He had the red rosssin his
hand.
she will wait ] heard him
say. Eyes like hers never de-
ceive. But l shall see her again.
Traitors cannot keep an OCon-
nor down forever
You talk like q sequel says L
But in Volume II please omit the
Lght-hsired friend who totes the
grub TO the hero in his dungeon
cell
And thus rsminiscing. we
came back 10 New York"
There was little silence
broken only by the familiar roar
Of the streets after Kansas Bill
Bowers ceased talking
Did O'Connor ever go back-
! asked
He attained his hearts desire"
said Bill. Can you walk Two
blocks III show you
lie led me eastward ard down
flight OF stairs that was COW
cred by q ped glow
ing. paEoda like structure.
Signs and figures on the tiled
walls and supporting columns at
tested that We were in the Grand
Central station Of the subway.
hundreds Of people were on the
midway platform
An uptown express dashed up
and halted II was crowded
There was a rush for u by q sJiu
larger crowd
Towering above every one there
magnificent. hroad-shouIderod
athletic man leaped into the cen
ter Of the struggle. Men and
women he seized in either hand
and hurled them like mauuikrHr
toward the open gates Of the
train.
Now and then some passenger
with shred Of soul and Srlf-rr-
spect left turned to ofTer remgn-
STRANGE. hut the blue uniform on
tue towering figure. the fierce and
v0nquerIng glare OF his eye and
the ready impact Of his hsW-Iiks
hands glued together the lips that
would have spoken compla lint
When the train was fun. then
he exhibited To all who might oh
serve his irresistible genius a. a
ruler Of meu. With his knees.
with his rssistless feet he showed
crushed. slammed. hesved. kicked.
hung. nounded the oycrpIus Of
passengers aboard Then with
the sound OF its wheels drowned
10y the means, shricks. prayers
and curses OF its unfortunate
crew. the express dashed away.
That's him. Amt he q won
GER" said Kansas Bill. sdmIring-
ly. That tropical country wssn't
the place for him. / wish the dis
tinguishcd traveller. writer, var.
correspondent. and playwright
Richmond Hobson Davis. could
see him now. O'ConnOr ought 70
be dramatiZed."