Evening star., 1921-05-08

| berts's caprices and spraWled on The
| decks, laying cards. gossiping. quar-
reiing, bowling sentimental songs al
| the rising moon. Racially they were
d mixed lot-Italians. Indians. Span.
. ish. iow-caste Portuguese; there
wasn't re-blooded Magellan
among them.
Three men. who might have belonged
to the upper classes. stood little
apart from the noisy crowd on the
deck. They were well dressed. wear
ing the double breasted blue serg.
clothes. very neat and correct, affect
cd by Neapolifans and Sicilians. one
Of them. taller than the others. dom.
, mated the conglonerate Magellans
on board the Liberia. He was suIlen
! 'nZy, as arrogant as an undefeated
tyrant. He had a petulant mouth. u
hostile stare. d high. well modulate &c
voice. Like most Magellans. he spoke
Italian. fiery. impassioned rapid as f
machine gun. When he spoke the
! eyes Of all the men within hearing
turned in his direction.
Pug was curious. He waylaid the
cabin boy and asked pleasantly
who's the fire eater in the straw
hat? Is he the little tin god of Magel.
Ia? Or is he the political matinee
idol? ] burn to know"
The cabin boy sidled away. He is
Carlo Gonelli. If he takes a fancy to
hate you. you will burn no longer, one
| way or the other
Pug laughed and circled the deck
again. Dusk had deepened into night
and the asthmatic Liberia churned
slowly across sea as calm as a gar
; zen pool. The moon was high and as
white as crystal. A low murmur of
voices rose from the decks. and here
and there, among the groups of squat
| ting Masellans. cigarettes glowed for
| an instant and went out like blinking
| ewes IL was DOetic and ed
lonely. If Rita had been there--what
| run to lean on the rail and look out
over the sea and whisper together.
! Excuse me- some one said in Eng
! lish, can you give me light?'
Pug swung around. Gonelli was
! waiting unobstrusively, cigarette be-
/ tween his fingers a smile on his lips
| He hooded and leaned down to Pug s
! match slowly, like a man accustomed
| TO courtesy. You are going to Maeel-
/ la?" he asked
. please God" Pug answered
The Italian Strengthened up and the
two stood side by side. watching each
! other in the clear, bright moonlight.
| No one but God will be pleased" )"
Gonelli said presently. There are al
ready too many Americans in Magella.
| Are you by any chance an engineer"
| No" said Pug. I'm toreador."
Il have my answer! l see we should
know more of one another My name
is Carlo Gonelli. and 1 come from Ma
CELIA"
And my name" said Pug politely,
''is Pug, New York"
| * X X
'CONELL1 smiled. "Signor Pug" he
said. IF you are a good swimmer,
advise you to jump overheard and re-
turn to Panama. The atmosphere Of
Magella is peculiarly unsuited to men
or your temperament. Perhaps you
! dont know that the Marias mines be-
| ionS 10 Magella. In holding them for
Maselia ner leaders have in mind the
| iuture OF the whole country 1t is
| enough for you Americans to work the
Columbia mines. The Magellans have
| watched that whole PROCEEDINGS with
| singular patience. Old Blianchi was
the hrst prospector to cross the canon
by way OF the new trail. He organized
| .he present company, raised the capital
punt the little railway as far as the
| Drink OF the canon. has grown very
fich. Bene' The Magellans are will
ing TO suffer the passing of all that
Wealth into American hands. They
| nave endured the presence of Ameri-
can labor in Magella with commend
able good nature. The Columbia mines
are American. We submit We bow
our heads. We are ashamed. We
cannot alter the fact that Ameri-
, can money paid for the shafts and tun-
| nei" blanchi betrayed his country
For that we will never forgive him."
| Gonelli tossed his cigarette over the
ran; put his hands into the pockets
or ms neat serge coat and rocked
| slightly on his heels. His voice was
pleasant and subdued. Somewhere
down on the steerage deck a falsetto
| tenor warbled passionately Of love
land death. Overhead a thick hl,cL.