South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-02-27

have faWned In the dust at the feet
of an enemy that morning for one
draught of aquardiente. In two of
the pulperias his courageous petit
ton for drink was met with q re-
fusal so polite that II stung worse
than abuse. The third establishment
had acquired something OF Ameri-
can mthods; and here he was seized
bod lily and cast out upon his hands
and knees.
This physical indignity caused a
singular change In the man. AS he
picked himself up and walked away,
an expression of absolute relief came
upon his features. The specious and
conciliatory smile that had been
craven there was succeeded by a
look of sinister resolve. "Beelzebub"
had been Laundering in the sea OF
improbity, holding by a slender life
line TO the respectable world that
had cast him overheard. He must
have felt that with this ultimate
shock the line had snapped, and
have experienced the welcome ease
OF the drowning swimmer who has
ceased to struggle.
Blythe walked 10 the next corner
and stood there while he brushed the
ished his glasses.
I've got 10 do it--oh. I've got TO
do IT," he told himself. aloud. IF I
had quart Of rum l believe I could
stave 30 off yet-for a little while.
But there's no more rum for -'Beel-
Zebub, as they call me. BY the
flames OF Tartarusl IL I'm to sit at
the right hand OF Satan somebody
has got to pay the court expenses.
You'll have to pony up. Mr.. Frank
Goodwin. You're a good fellow: but
a gentleman must draw the line at
being kicked into the gutter Black
mail isn't a pretty word, but it's the
next station on the road I'm travel
ing"
With purpose in his steps Blythe
now moved rapidly through the town
by way OF its landward environs. He
passed through the squalid quarters
of the improvident negroes and on
beyond the picturesque shacks of the
poorer. mesozes. From many points
along his course he could see,
through advantageous glades, the
house of Frank Goodwin on its
wooded hill. And as he crossed the
little bridge over the lagoon he saw
the old Indian, Galvez, scrubbing at
the wooden slab that bore the name
of Miraflores Beyond the lagoon
the lands Of Goodwin began to slope
gently upward. a grassy road.
shaded by a munifcent and diverse
array of tropical flora wound from
the edge of an outlying banana
grove to the dwelling. Blythe took
this road with long and purpoSeful
strides.
Goodwin was seated on his coolies
gallery, debating letters 10 his sec
rotary. a sallow and capable nativ,
youth. The household adherer L
the American plan of breakfast; an
that meal had been a thing of tn
past for the better part of an hour
The castaway walked TO the step
and flourished a hand.
Good. morning. Blythe" sci
Goodwin, looking up. Come in an
have chair Anything I can q
for you?"
7 want to speak to you in pr.
vate."
Goodwin nodded at his secretary
who strolled out under a mango tire.
and lit a cigarette. Blythe took III
chair that lie had left vacant.
I want some money" he began
I'm sorry" said Goodwin. with
equal directness, but you can't have
any. You're drinking yourself t.
death Blythe. Your friends hay
done all they could 10 help you I,
brace up. You won't help yourself
There no use furnishing you will
nlo=ey - ruin yourself with any
longer"
Dear man. said Blythe. fitting
back his chair. 1T isn't a question
OF social economy now. It's pas
that. I like you. Goodwin: and I'v,
como 10 stick knife between your
ribs. 1 was kicked out OF Espada's
saloon this morning: and society
owes me reparation for my wounde
Il didn't kick you out"
No. but in general way YOU
represent society; and in a particular
way you represent my last chance
I've had TO come down 20 IL. old
nan-I tried 20 do IL a month age
when Losada's man was here turning