The Washington herald., 1920-06-04
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worked for Don Jaime; but It was
through two or three rainy spells.
eight or ten hair cuts. and the life
Of three pairs Of sailcioth trous-
ers. All the money we earned
went for rum and tobacco; but we
) ate, and that was something.
-All of a sudden one day me
and Liverpool find the trade OF
committing surgical operations
on banana stalks turning to aloes
and qutnine in our mouths. It's a
seizure that often comes upon
white men In Latin. and geo
graphical countries. We wanted
to be addressed in language and
see the smoke Of steamer ana
read the real estate transfers ana
gents outhtting ads In an old
newspaper. Even Soledad seemed
like a center of civilization 10 US,
50 that evening we put our
thumbs to our nose at Don Jaimes s
fruit stand and shook his srass
burrs off our feet.
was WHY kWCANO
Soledad. but 1t took me and Liv-
erpool two days to get there. II
was banana grove nearly oil the
way; and we got twisted time and
again. 1t was like paging the
palm room of a New York hotel
for a man named Smith.
when we saw the houses of
Soledad between the trees all my
disinclinatton toward this Jdver-
pool Sam rose up in me. i stood
him while we were two white men
against the banana brindlcs; but
now, when there were prospects
of my exchanging even crss
words with an American citizen,
/ put him back in his proper
place. And he was a sight, too.
with his rum-painted nose and his
red whiskers and elephant feet
with leather sandals strapped to
them 1 suppose l looked about
the same.
at looks to me- says I, like
Great Britain ought to be made 10
keep such gin-swilling, scurvy.
unbecoming mud larks as you at
home instead of sending 'em over
here to degrade and taint foreign
lands. We kicked you out of
America once and we ought to put
on rubber boots and do II again.
"'oh, you go to ELL says Liv-
erpool. which was about all the
repartee he ever had.
We'll, Soledad looked good to
me after Don Jaime's plantation.
Liverpool and me walked into IL
side by side. from force Of habit,
past the calibosa and the Hotel
Grande, down across the plaza to-
ward Chica's hut, where we
hoped that Liverpool, being a
husband of hers. might work his
luck for a meal.
LAS we passed the little two
story frame house occupied by
the American Club, we noticed
that the balcony had been dec
GRATED all around with wreaths
of evergreens and flowers, and
the flag was flying from the pole
on the roof. Stanzey, the consul.
and Arkwright, gold-mine
owner, were smoking son the bal
cony. Me and Liverpool waved
our dirty hands toward 'em and
smiled real society smiles: but
they turned their backs to US and
went on talking. And we had
played whist once with the two
of 'em up to the time when Liv-
erpool held all thirteen trumps
for four hands in succession. 1t
was some holiday. we knew; but
we didn't know the day or the
year.
"a little further along we saw
a reverend man named Pender-
-gast, who had come to Soledad
to build a church, standing under
a cocoanut palm with his little
black alpaca coat and green um-
brella.
Boys. boys says he. through
his blue spectacles, lis il as bau
duced?
Were reduced says I. to
very vulgar fractions
1T is indeed sad says PEN
dergast. to see my countrymen
in such circumstances
"'Cut 'arf of that out. old par
ty.' says Liverpool. 'Cawn't you
tell a member of the British up
per classes when you see one"
Shut up ! told Liverpool.
You're on foreign soil now, or
that portion of 1t that's not on
you
"'And on this day. too" goes
on Pendergast. grievous-'on this
most glorious day of the year
when we. should all be celebrat-