The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current, November 27, 1910, SECTION SIX, Page 6, Image 74

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    SUNDAY OREGOXIAX. PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 27, 1910.
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MONEY MAZE
HET wi:i tr!l you. lu Anchurla.
tht President Mlraflores of that
volatile republic di'J by !! own
hand In the omel town of Ciboto. That
he had reached thus f.ir In flight from
the Iniflnrfnkncot of an Imminent rrr-
oiutlon. and that a quarter of a million
pesos, (ovimrawt fund. which he car'
ried with Mm In an American leather
valise a a souvenir of his I'miHuom
administration, were never afterward
For a real, a mncr-arho will llmtr you
his crave. It la bark of the town, near
a little bridge that span a mango
mmnip. A plain slab of undressed pine
stand at Ita head.
Some one haa burned upon the brad
flee. with a hot Iron, thla Inscrlp
tlnn: JU.MOX ANT.F.L DK LAS CRUZE3
T MIRAFLOREsS.
ITtESIDENTK 1K I -A KEIfBUCA
DE ANCIll RIA.
QfE SKA 8i: JIEZ. DIOS.
An old half-breed Indian tend this
(rava with fidelity, and the damdlinc
minuteness of inherited doth.
To the guests, the people of Clbolo
will relate the story of the tragic death
of their old president: how he strove
to f'.jr with the public funds and Dona
Jalla Gordon. the jount American opera
singer, and. how. before apprehended by
member of the revolutionary party In
thla coast town, he shot himself through
the head rather than clve up the funds,
and. aa follows, the Scnortt.i Cordon.
They will relate, further, that Pou
Jutla. her adventurous bark of fortune
shoaled by the simultaneous loss of her
ilstinxui-ihed admirer and the souvenir
quarter mill ton. dropped anchor on the
stagnant coast, awaiting a rising tide.
The tide was ready. In the form of a
wealthy American resident a banana
V'nc. a rubber prince, a eonutoarlUn. In
digo and mahogaqy baron. The scnorlia
tr-urted this American one month after
the ill-fated president was burled with
military dishonors. ar- while the "VI
vu" of the new administration were aa
luttng , IJhirty and prospective spoils.
The mansion of the American Is to
be en On a bald foothill of the Cor
dilleras near the town. Of the Amrrl
ra n. Don Frank Mackenzie, and of his
wife, they have nothing but rood to
iv. Don Frank has lived among- them
for yearn, and haa compelled their re
spect. Ilia lady la easily queen of what
social life the sober coast affords. Were
you to refer with sour northern preju
dice to the vivacious past of Mrs. Mac
kenzie, when her gleeful abandon, upon
the comic opera stage captured the ma
ture president's fancy, or to her part
In that statesman's downfall and mal
feasance, the La tin shrug of the shoul
der would be your or.ly answer and re
buttal. It would seera that the story Is end
ed: but to the more curious reader It
shall be soma slight Instruction to
learn why the old Indian. Halves. Is se
rret'.v paid to keep green the grave of
PreMdent Mlraflores. Also, why Don
Emilto Vlllanueva. minister of finance
during the Mlraflores administration,
should, after dining at Mackenzie's
house during a short visit to the coast
hum the following remark to a friend
"F-f-f-f-t: I any It to you. Twenty
time. n theapltAl. I have taken wine
In the company of Dona Julia Gordon
As many times I have heard her sing
like the rulsenor that she was For
cuerpo d Cristo thia Mine. Mackenzie
aunque una Senora muy agrandable
Is no more Dona Julia Gordon than 1,
myself, am Figuraselo!
The threads of the events reach far,
stretching across the sea. Following
them out. It will also be made clear
why Shorty Flyan of the Col urn bl
detective bureau. New York, lost his
Job. Also why Dr. Angel, a middle-
aged, dark-featured poseur of the bou
levarda of Farts, smokes two-frano
cigars.
Clbolo lajr in Its usual stupor. The
Caribbean swished upon the sand
beach, the parrots screamed In the
gmagtm mat Kivm n i iut "rn
waving their llmbwr fronda. foolishly.
Ilka aa awkward chorus at the prima
donna's cue to enter.
Suddenly the town was full of ex
citement. A boy dashed down the
grais-grown street, shrieking: "Buses
el benora Mackenzie. I n telecrafo
jxr ell The words spread swiftly.
The commandante. who was loyal to
the Ins. and suspected Mackenzie s de
votion to the outs, hissed: "Aha:" and
wrote Id his secret memorandum book:
"Junlo el 10 Vino un telrgrafo por
fnor M."
Informed by a dozen voluntary mes
urrrf. Senor Mackenzie emerged
from some contiguity of shade, and
proceeded toward the telegraph office.
The dispatch waa from Itob Entrel
fcardt. a "Gringo" In the capital city,
aa Ice manufacturer, a sworn revolu
tionist, and "good people." The wily
Bob eeemed to have circumvented suc
resjfuiry the Impossibility of sending
a confidential message In either Span
ish or English. The result waa the
following literary gem:
"His nibs skedaddled yesterday per
jack, rabbit line with all the spondu
licks In the pot. and the bunch of cal
he's epoona on. hhe's a pearh, easv.
Our crowd is good shape, bet the bodle
s six figures short We must have
V m 4 Bta sax swocaed, XpuJ
collar It. He's headed fur the briny.
Yfii know what to do.'
This remarkable screed conveyed the
Information to Mackenzie that the
president had decamped for the coast
with the public money, accompanied by
the opera slnircr. Julia Gordon, his tn-
f.ituatmn for whom was the gossip of
the republic.
Mackenzie pocketed hie message and
went to tnlk It over w'tii his frler.d- ond
coconspirator. Dr. Zavalla. a native poli
tician of much ingenuity. Mackenzie
had taken up political Intr'.srue as a mat
t?r of bu.tneie. His support waa conli-
red ! fur tiwful to the revolutionary
party thmt. if the whwl revolved, he stood
to win a fr concrsnlon of 3j,i'0 ri.au
sunas of the finest timber land along the
cousL
Wy reference to the "Jack rabbit line"
In Hob tneSMtae it waa understood that
the need of the government, the rwag
and Julia had taiken the oiulo-back route
to the coast. Indeed, no other route was
there. A week's trip It was over fearful
mountains and stream; a Jlggety-Joggety
Journey; hot and l-e-ooid t.nd wet and
dry-
The trail, after descending the moun
tains, turned to a trident, the central
prong ending at Clbolo. Another
branched off to Corallo; the third pen
etrated Alaaan.
At Corallo was a harbor, and strict
quarantine and clearing regulations.
The fugitives would never attempt to
escape there. At Clbolo or Atanzan
they might hope to board a tramp
freight or a fro It steamer by the aid
of a row boat or sloop, as the vessels
ichored half a mile from shore.
llut Mackenzie and Zavalla sent
horseback messengers up and down
the coast with warming to the local
leadors of the liberal niuvcment to
Itenavldns at Corallo, and to Varraa
at Alzan Instructing them to patrol
the water line; and to arrest the fly
lng President at all hazards If he
should show himself In their territory.
After these precautions there was
nothing to do but cover the Clbolo
district with lookouts and await re
suits. The fugitives would, beyond
doubt, move as secretly as possible.
and endeavor to board a vxxel by
stealth and from some hiding place on
shore.
On the eighth day after the receipt
of Knglehard't message, the Karlsefln.
Norwegian steamer, chartered by the
New Orleans fruit trade, anchored off
Clbolo, with three hoarse toots of her
siren. Mackenzie stood on the beach
with the crut of Idlers, watching
everything without ostentation. lie
and Zavalla had stationed men faithful
to the cause at intervals along the
shore for a mile each way from the
town, on the lookout for President Mir
flores. of whom nothing had been seen
or heard- The customs officers. In their
red trousers and Ianama hats, rowed
out to the vessel and returned. The
ship's gig liinded her purser with his
papers, and then took out the quaran
tine doctor with his umbrella and clinical
thermometer. Next, a swarm of hnlf-
naked Carlbs began to load the plies
of bananaa upon lighters, and row them
out to the steamer.
About 4 o'clock In the afternoon a
marine monster, unfamiliar in those
waters, hove In sight a graceful steam
yacht, painted white, clean-cut as a steel
engraving, see-sawing the waves like a
duck In a rain barrel. A white boat.
manned by a white-uniformed crew,
rame ashore, and a stocky-built man
leaped upon the sands. He made his
way toward Msckenzle. who was obvl
ously the most conspicuous Anglo-Saxon
figure present, and seemed to turn
rather disapproving eye on the rather
motley congregation of native Anchur
tans. Mackenzie greeted him as men
sprung from the Island greet one an
other In alien lands.
Conversation developed that the new
ly-landed one was named SroiU), and
that he had come in a yacht. A meager
biography, truly, for the yacht was most
apparent, and the Smith not beyond a
reasonable guess before the revelation.
Yet. to the eye of Mackenzie, who had
seen several things, there was a dis
crepancy between Smith and his yacht.
A bullet-headed man Pralth was. with an
oblique, dead eye. and with the motia
tache of a cocktail mixer. Unless he
had shifted costumes before leaving for
shore, he had affronted the deck of bis
correct vessel In a pearl gray derby, a
checked suit, fancy vest and vaudeville
neckweaer. Men owning pleasure yachts
generally harmonize with them better.
bmllb looked business, but he
no advertiser. He commented upon
the scenery, remarking upon Ita fidel
ity to the pictures In the geogra
phy, aud then Inquired for the L'nltod
States Consul. They pointed out to
him the starred and striped bunting,
banging on a pole above the door of a
squat adobe house, and Smith plowed
his way through the sand thither, bis
haberdashery creating a discord against
a background or tropical blues and
greens.
Mackenzie smoked cigars and walked
the shingle nnder the coeoaunt palms.
ills nets were weu spread. J ne roads
were so few, the opportunities for em
barkation so limited, the two or three
probable points of exit so well guarded
that It would be strange. Indeed. It
there should slip through the meshes
so much of the country's dignity, ro
mance and oollatersX
Night came, and satisfied with the
precautions taken, the American strolled
bnrk throuerh the toan. Oil lamps
burned, a sleltly yellow, at random cor
ners. A.l the streets were by-streets1;
tinr, war aa Uwouhfarea, aXackeusio..
turned aNrg one nf them nd crouched 1
swtftlv In the shadow, f-.ir a tall, muffled
man passei. crring a heavy vails.'. A
woman at hie e'.bow seemed to hurry him
on. They went rapidly. Mackenzie fol
lowing, until they reached ond entered
a Posada known as the "Hotel de loe
Astrnn.leros," a dreary hostelry greatly
In eilsuso hy both s'rsnc.'rs nnd friends1.
At that momer.t there came along one
Entehan, a barber, nn enemy to existing
government, a Jovial plotter atalnt Mug
nation In any funis. He greeted Mackcn
zie with flatulent Importance.
"What you tliink. I"n Frank! I have
tonight -!.sved la barNx -what you call
th 'weejkers' of El jtenor President
hlwiself! Consider! He sent for 1110 to
come. In a tolre c:a h awaited a
verree lettle house. I tliink ho d.'slre not
to be known, but carala 1 ran you shave
a man and not see his fare? This" Rold
pec ho pnve me. ami said It was to be
all quite still. 1 think; Don Frank, there
Is what u call ore chip over tl.e bug.
In a few words Mnrkn7.'e explained
the prate of affairs t Ksteban. Knowing
the ninn to be a panle'nn Liberal, ho
made him watch the house to fee that
no one left it, wnllo lo himself entered it
at once.
He waa nn acquaintance of the n-a-
d.ima vclio conducted the pos;,di.
found her to h a woman with llttl
curiosity.
"Ah! it Is the Senor Maekenzee. Not
often docs lie honor this unworthy
house. Que? bright eyes at my age!
Vaya! Senor Mackenzee. Guests In the
house? Why not? Two, but Just
finished to arrive a senor. not quite
old. nnd a senora of sufficient hand
someness. To their rooms they have
ascended, not desiring the to-drlnk nor
the to-eat. Two rooms--numero nucve
and numero dlez. The Senor Macken
zie desires to speak with them? Como
no? It Is well."
Mackenzie saw that tho trigger of
his American .38 was free from pocket
lining, and ascended the dark stair
way. A saffron light from a hanging
lamp In the hallway above allowed
him to select the gaudy number on
the doors. He turned the knob of No.
9. and entered and closed the door be
hind him.
If that was Julia Gordon seated hy
the table In tho poorly furnished room,
report had done her charms no Injus
tice. Site rested her head upon on
hand. Extreme fatigue was signified
In every line of her figure, and upon
her countenance a deep perplexity was
written. She looked up. when the
American entered, in surprised Inquiry,
but without fear.
Mackenzie took off his hat and seated
himself coolly on the edge of the table
by which she sat. He held a lighted
cigar between his fingers. He took thl
course upon the theory that prellml
narles would be squandered upon th
Senorlta Gordon.
'Good wvemlng." he said. "Now,
madam, let us come to business a
once. I know who Is In the next room
and what he carries In that valise.
am here to dictate terms of surren
dee."
The lady neither replied nor moved
but steadily regarded the cigar in Mac
kenzle'a hand.
'We," continued the dictator "I
speak for a considerable mass of the
people demand the return of stolen
funds belonging to them. Our 'terms
go very little farther than that. They
are very simple. As an accredited
spokesman. I promise that our inter
ference will cease with their accept
ance. It Is on my personal responsi
bility that I add congratulations to the
gentleman In number 10 upon his taste
In feminine charms." .
Returning his cigar to Ills mouth,
Mackenzie observed her, and saw that
her eyes followed and rested upon it
with Icy and significant concentration
Apparently, she had not heard a word
he had said. He understood, tossed the
cigar out of the window, and. with
an amused laugh, slid from the table
to his feet. The lady smiled.
"That Is better." she said, clipping
her words neatly. "For a second les
son In good manners, you may now tell
me by whom I am being Insulted.1
"I'm rather sorry there's not enough
time for more lessons, said Macken
sle. regretfully. "Come, now; I appeal
to your good sense. You have shown
yourself. In more than ono Instance.
to be quite aware of what Is to your
advantage. There Is no mystery here.
1 am I-rank Mackenzie, and I have
come for the money. I entered this
room at a venture. Had I entered the
other I would have had It by now. The
gentleman In number 10 has betrayed
a great trust. He has robbed his peo
ple of a large sum. which I am In time
to prevent their losing. I do not say
who that gentleman Is, but if I should
be forced to see him, and he should
prove to be a certain high official of
the republic it would be my duty to
arrest him. The house is guarded. I
am offering you liberal terms. Bring
me the valise containing the money
and we will call tire affair ended."
The lady rose from her chair and
stood for a moment thinking deeply.
Do you live here, Mr. Mackenzie?" she
asked, presently.
Yes."
'And your authority for this In
trusion V
I am an Instrument of the republic.
I wss advised by wire concerning the
movements of the gentleman in num
ber 10."
"I have a question or two to ask you.
I think you are a man more apt to be
truthful than timid. What sort of
place Is this town?"
"This town? Oh. a banana town, as
they run. Grass huts, 'dobes. five or
sfx two-story houses population half
breeds. Carlbs and blackamoors. No
sidewalks: no amusements. Rather un
moral. That's an off-hand sketch, of
course."
"Axe thers any Inducements, say In
a business or social way, for one to re
side herer
"One," said Mackenzie. smiling.
mere are no afternoon teas and an
other there's no extradition treaty."
"He told me," went on the lady,
speaking as 11 to tierseit. and with a
slight frown, "that there were towns
on this coast Of Importance; that there
was a pleasing social order especially
an American colony of cultured resi
dents."
"This Is an American colony," he
continued, gazing at her In some won
der. "Two defaulting bank presidents.
one short county treasurer, four man
slayers, and a widow arsenic. I be
lieve, waa the suspicion. I. myself,
complete the colony, but. ss yet. have
not distinguished myself by any felony."
Do not lose hope." returned toe
lady, dryly. "I see nothing In your ac
tiona tonight to guarantee your future
obscurity. Some mistake has been
made: I do not know Just where. But
hint you shall not disturb. The Jour
ney haa fatigued him so that e la
fallen asleep, I think. In his clothes.
You talk of stolen moneyl Remain
where you are. and I will bring you
that valise you covet so." She turned
upon blm a peculiar, searching look
that ended In a quizzical smile. 't
Is a puzzling thing," she continued;
yon force my door, and you follow
your ruffianly behavior with the basest
accusations, and yet" she paused a
moment, aa If to reconsider what sue
waa about to say "and yet I am sure
there has been some mistake."
t&e tvuoJc a sua toward Uia deoc ihat
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'JiMMsy mmmmmmmmmmmm i if
til i1i.1i a;W:iMvW' it 1 n, a w m Hi'tf 1 i.jsa; ir. ;n .mrviZMiTwmwmm'iixmwii i
"WHAT DOES THIS ME AX f" HE DEMANDED I.V EXCELLENT EXU- 5 1 I Ml
LISH "IlOBBEKYf 73 ' ' I '
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Mackenzie and tho barber Esteban. II I Pi Hill I III I ll
connected the two rooms, but Macken
zie stopped her by a light touch upon
her arm. Tie was a kind the women
seem to admire, big, good-looking, and
with an air of kindly truculence. This
woman was to be his fate, and he
did not know It; but he must have
felt the first throes of destiny, for,
of a sudden, the knowledge of what
report named her turned bitter In i-ls
throat.
"If there has been any mistake," he
said, hotly, "It has been yours. I do
not blame that man who has lost his
honor, his country and is about to lose
the poor consolation of his stolen
riches, as much as I do you. for I can
very well see how he was brought to
It. by heavens, I can understand and
pity him. It la such women as you
that strew this degraded coast with
wretched exiles, that drag "
The lady Interrupted him by a ges
ture. "There is no need." she said, cold
ly, "to continue your Insults. I do
not understand you, nor do I know
what mad blunder you are making, but
if the Inspection of the contents of a
gentleman's portmanteau will rid me
of you. let us delay no longer."
She passed quickly and noiselessly into
the other room, and returned with the
heavy leather vailse. Mackenzie set It
upon the table, and began to unfasten
the straps. She stood by with an exprea-
of infinite scorn and wearl
TV.
The vailse opened wide, and Mackenzie
dragged out one or two articles of closely-folded
clothing, exposing the bulk of
the contents package after package of
tlglrtly-packed American banknotes of
large denomination. Judging from the
high figures written upon the bands that
bound them, the "total must have reached
Inta the hundreds of thousands. Mac
kenzie paw. with surprise, and a thrill of
pleasure tlmt he wondered at, that the
woman experienced an unmistakable
shock. Sue gapped, and leaned heavily
against the table. She had been ignorant.
then, that her companion had, looted the
government treasury. But why, he
angrily asked himself, should he be so
well pleaeed to find this wandering singer
not so black as report painted her?
A noise in the other room startled them
both. The door swung open, and an elder
ly, m ooth -faced, dark-complexioned man.
half dreswd. hurried into the room.
The picture of President Mlraflores
extant In Olbolo represented him as the
possessor of a luxuriant and carefully
tended supply of dark whiskers but the
barber Eertebary's story had prepared
Mackenzie's eye for the change.
The man stumbled into the light. hls
eyes heavy from weariness sna sleep,
but flashing with alarm.
What does tills mean? he demanded.
In excellent English, with a keen and
perturbed look at the American "rob
bery.
"Very nearly." answered Mackenzie:
'but I guees I'm in time to prevent it.
This cash goes back to the people to
whom tt belongs." He thrust both hands
Into tho pockets of his loose linen coat.
The president's hand went quickly be
hind him.
"Don't draw." called Mackenzie, sharp
ly. "I've got you covered from my
pocket."
The lady advanced and laid one hand
on the ahoulder of the hesitating defaul
ter. 9he pointed with the other to trie
table. "Tell me the truth, sue said.
"Whose money Is that?"
The man did not answer. He gave
deep, long-drawn sigh, leaned and kissed
her on the forehead, and stepped, back
Into the other room aud closed the door.
Mackenzie foresaw his purpose and
Jumped for the door, but the report of
the pistol echoed set his hand touched the
knob. A heavy fall followed, and some
one struggled past him into the suicide's
room.
A desolation. thought Mackenzie,
greater than the loss of cavalier and gold
must have been in the heart of the en-
chuntreasi to have forced from her. In
that moment, the cry of one turning to
tho only ail-forgiving. all-comforting
earthly consoler to have made her call
out from that dishonored and bloody
room: "Oh. mother, mother:"
But there were shouts of alarm, and
hurrying feet were coming up the
stairs. Mackenzie had his duty to. per
form. Circumstances had made him
custodian of tho country a' treasure.
They whs were coming might not pos
sess his scruples. Swiftly closing the
vailse he leaned far out of ths window
and softly dropped It Into a thick
orange tree below.
They will tell you In Clbolo, as they
told me. how the shot alarmed the
town; how the upholders of the law
came apace uie commanaam in a
head-waiters' Jacket and red slippers.
1th girded sword, the barefooted po
licemen with clanking bayonets and
Indifferent mien.
They saw that the countenance of
Laa (Lead, (nan- waa maxred br lis cf- ,
fects of the shot, but he was identified
as the down-fallen president by both
Mackenzie and tho barber Esteban.
The story of hie flight from the capi
tal being made public Just then, no
further confirmation was deemed nec
essary. So they buried him on the fol
lowing day. and his grave is there.
They will relate to you how the rev
olutionary party (now come, without
opposition, to be in power) sifted the
town and raked the country to find the
dead President's valise containing An
cburla's surplus capital, but without
success, though added by Senor Mac
kenzie himself.
You will hear how Mackenzie, like a
tower of strength, shielded Senorlta
Julia through' those subsequent dis
tressful days.. And how his scruples
as to her past career (if he had any)
vanished, as her adventuresome way
wardness (if she had any) disappeared
and they were wedded and were happy.
But they cannot tell you (as I shall)
what became of the money that Mac
kenzie dropped intn the orange tree.
But that comes later; for it is now
time to consider the wishes of those
Who desire tojearn why Shorty Flynn
lost his situation. It is deemed fit
that Mr. Flynn tell his own story.
MR. FLYNN'S STORY.
The Chief rang up headquarters and
told me to come uptown quick to an
address he gave. I went there, and
found him in a private office, with
lot of dlreotors who were looking
pretty fuzzy. They stated the case:
The president of the Republic Loan
and Trust Company had skipped with
nearly a quarter of a million In cash.
The directors wanted him back pretty
bad, but they wanted the money worse.
They had traced the old gent to where
he boarded a tramp fruit steamer
bound for Central America, or some
where, with - a big gripsack and his
daughter all the family he had.
In six hours I was on board a steam
yacht belonging to one of the direct
ors, and hot on the trail of the fruit
tub. I had a pretty good idea where
the old boy would strike for. At that
time we had a treaty with about every
foreign country except Belgium and
that banana republic, Anchuiia. There
wasn't a photo of old Wahrfleld to be
had in New York he had been foxy
there but I had his description and,
besides, the lady with him would be
almost a dead give-away.
In my time I've brought back aome
pretty high flyers from places were I
couldn't legality touch them. It's done
with a bluff. When they won't be
bluffed I Jump on them to get back all
the boodle I can.
We struck the money coast one
afternoon about 4. There was a ratty
looking steamer off shore taking on
bananas. It might be the one the old
man. had taken, and It might not. I
went ashore to look around. I struck
an American on shore, a big, cool chap,
standing around .with the monkeys.
He showed me the Consul's office. The
Consul was a Dutchman named Bruck.
and he had his mitt out for further
orders. I got what I wanted to know
out of him. He said the fruiter load
ing was the Karlsefln, running to New
Orleans, but tjiok her last cargo to
New York on account of an overstock
ed home market. Then I was sure my
people were cn hoard, a? the Consul
said no passengers had landed. Just
then the quarantine doctor dropped in
for a chat, and he said there waa a
gentleman and lady on the fruiter, and
they would come ashore In a few
hours, as soon as the gent recovered
a little from a sea-sick spell. So, all
that I had to do, then, was to wait.
Afte-dark I walked around and in
vestigated that town some, and it was
enough to give you the lions. The main
street ran along the beach, and I
walked down It. and then turned up a
kind of lane where the houses were
made of poles and straw. I wanted
to see what the monkeys did when they
wern't climbing cocoanut trees." The
very first shack I looked In, I saw
my people. They must have come
ashore while I was promenading. A
man about 50, smooth face, heavy eye
brows, dressed- In black broadcloth,
looking like he was Just about to say:
"Can any little boy In the Sunday school
answer that?" He was freezing on to
a grip that weighed like a dozen gold
bricks; and a swell girl a regular
peach, with a Fifth avenue cut. was
sitting on a wooden chair. An old
black woman was fixing some coffee
and beans on a table. . The light they
had came from a lantern hung on a
nail. I went and stood In the door, and
they looked at me, and J said:
"Mr. Wanmeld, you are my prisoner,
hope, for the lady's sake, you will
take the matter sensibly. You know
why T want you."
'Who are you?" says the old gent.
'Flynn." says L "of the Columbia Ds- 1
tective Bureau. Now, sir, let me give
you some good advice. You go back
and take your medicine like a man.
They'll only give you a five, or, maybe
a seven spot, and they'll send you to
one of the reform pens where you will
only have to keep books, or feed the
warden's chickens. Is this a country
for a young lady like Mlos Wahrfleld to
live in? You give up tho cash and go
back and I'll put In a good word for
you. I'll give you five minutes to de
cide." I pulled out my watch and
waited.
Then the young lady chipped In. 1
could see she was one of the genuine
high steppers, the kind that christen
battleships and open chrysanthemum
shows.
"Come Inside," she says. "Don't
stand in the door and disturb the whole
street with that suit of clothes. Now,
what Is It you want?"
"Three minutes gone," I said. "I'll
tell you again while the other two tick
off. Wanted, In New YorK, J. Church
ill Wahrfield, president of the Republic
Loan and Trust Company. Also the
funds belonging to said company now
in that grip, in the unlawful possession
of said J. Churchill Wahrfleld."
"Oh-h-h!" says she, as If she was
thinking, "you want to take us back
to New York?
"To take Mr. Wahrfleld. There's no
charge against you, miss. There'll be
no objection, of course, to your return
ing with your father."
Of a sudden to girl gave a tiny
scream and grabbed the old boy around
the neck. Oh. father, father!" she
says, kind of contralto; "can this be
true. Have you taken money tnat is
not ours? Speak, father! It made
you shiver to hear the trempo stop
she put on her voice. .
Old Loan and Trust looked pretty
bughouse when she first grappled
him, but she went oil, whispering in
his ear and patting his off shoulder
till he stood still, but sweating a little.
She got him to one side and they
talked together a minute, and then he
put on some gold eyeglasses and
walked up and handed me the g-rip.
Mr. Detective, he says, talking a
little broken. "I conclude to return
with you. I have finished to discover
that life on this desolate and dis
pleased coast would be worse than to
die, itself. I will go back and hurl
myself upon the mercy of the Loan
Trust Company. Have you brought
a sheep?"
"Sheep!" says I; "I haven't a sin
gle "
"Ship," cut in the young lady. "Don't
get funny. Father is of German
birth, and doesn't speak perfect Eng
lish. How did you come?"
The girl was all broke up. She had
a handkerchief to her face, and kept
saying every little bit: "Oh, father,
father!" She walked up to me and
laid her llly-whlto hand on the clothes
that had pained her at first. I smelt
a million violets. She was a lula. I
told her I came In a private yacht.
'Wr. Flynn," she says. "Oh, take us
away from this horrid country at once.
Can vou: Will you? Say you will.
"I'll try," I said, conceal'ig the fact
that I waa dying to get them on salt
water before they could change their
mind.
One thing they both kicked against
was going through tho town to the
boat landing. Said they dreaded pub
licity, and now that they were going
to return, they had a hope that the
thing might yet be kept out of. the
papers. They swore they wouldn't go
unless I got them out to the yacht
without any one knowing it, 'so I
agreed to humor them.
The sailors who rowed me ashore
were playing billiards In a barroom
near the water, waiting for orders.
and I proposed to have them take the
boat down the beach half a mile or
so, and take us up there. How to get
them word was the question, for I
couldn't leave the grip with the pris
oner, and I couidn t take It with me.
not knowing but what the monkeys
mlsht sti-k me ,up.
The young lady says the old cnlnrad.l
woman would take them a note. I sat
down and wrote It. and gave it to the
dame with plain directions what to
do, and she grins iiko a baboon and
shakes her head.
Then Mr. Wahrfield handed her a
string of foreign dialect, and she nods
her head and says, "See, Senor," maybe
50 times, and lights out with the note.
"Old Augusta only understands Ger
man," said Miss Walirtield, smiling at
me. "We stopped in her house to ask
where we could find lodging, and she
insisted upon our having coffee. She
tells us she was raised in a German
family in San Domingo."
"Very likely," I said. "But you can
search me for German words, except
nix versity and noch elnst. I would
have called that "See. senor," French
though, on a gamble."
Well, we three made a sneak around
the edge of town so as not to be seen.
We got tangled in vines ond ferns and
the banana bushes and tropical scenery
a good deal. The monkey suburbs was
as wild as places in Central Park. We
came out on the beach a good half mile
below. A brown chap was lying
asleep under a cocoanut tree, with a
10-foot musket beside him. Mr. Wahr
fleld takes up the gun and pitches it
In the sea.- "The coast is guarded, he
says. "Rebellion and plots ripen like
fruit." He pointed to the sleeping
man, who never stirred. "Thus," he
says, "they perform trusts. Children!"
I saw our boat coming, and I struck
match and lit a piece of newspaper
to show them where we were. In 30
minutes we were on board the yacht.
The first thing Mr. Wahrfleld and
his daughter and I took the grip into
the owner's cabin, opened It up and
took an inventory. There was $260,000
in TTnlted States treasury certificates
and bonds, besides a lot of diamond
Jewelry, and a couple of hundred Ha
vana cigars. I gave the old man the
cigars and a receipt for tho rest of the
lot, as agent for the company, and
locked the stuff up in my private
quarters. "
I never had a pleasanter trip than
that one. After we got to sea the
young lady turned out to be the Jolliest
ever. The very first time we sat down
to dinner, and the steward filled her
glass with champagne the director's
yacht was a regular floating Waldorf-
Astoria she winks at me and says:
'What's the use to borrow trouble, Mr.
Fly Cop? Here's hoping you may live
to eat ther hen that scratches on your
grave." There was a piano on board.
and she Bat down to It and sung better
than you give up two cases to hear
plenty times. She knew about nine
operas clear through. She was sure
enough bon ton and swell. She wasn't
one of the "among' others present"
kind she belonged on the special men
tion list!
The old man, too, perked up amaz
ingly on the way. He passed the ci
gars and says to me once, quite chip
per, out of a cloud of smoke: Mr.
Flynn, somehow I think the Loan
Trust Company will not give hie tho
much trouble. Guard well the grip-
valise of the money, Mr. Flynn, for
that It must be returned to them that
It belong when we finish to arrive."
When we landed In New 1'ork I
phoned to the Chief to meet us In that
directors' office. We got In a cab and
went there. I carried the grip, and we
walked in, end I was pleased to see
that the chief had got together the
same old crowd of moneybugs with
pink faces and white vests to see us
march in. I set the grip on the table.
"There's the money," I said.
"And your prisoner?" said the chief.
I pointed to Mr. Wahrfleld, and he
stepped forward and says: "The honor
of a word with you, sir, to explain."
He and the Chief went Into another
room and stayed 10 minutes. When
they came back the Chief looked as
black as a ton of coal.
"Did this gentleman," he says to me.
"have this valise In his possession
when you first saw him?"
'Ho did." said I.
The chief took up the grip and handed
t to the prisoner with a bow and tnys
to the director crowd: "Do any of you
recognize this gentleman?"
They all shook their pink faces.
'Allow m to present, he goes on.
Senor Mlraflores, President of the Re-.
pulic of Anchurla. The senor has gen
erously consented, to overlook this out
rageous blunder, on condition that we
undertake to secure him against the an
noyance of public comment. It is a con
cession on h's part to overlook an Insult
for which he might claim international
redress. I think we can gratefully prom
ise him secrecy In the matter."
They gave him a pink nod.
Flynn," he says to me, "as a private
dieteciive you're wasted. In a war.
where kidnaping governments Is In the
rules, you'd be Invaluable. Come down
to the office at 11."
I knew what that meant.
"So that's the President of the mon
keys," pays I. "Well, why couldn't he
have said so?"
Wouldn't It Jar you?"
We are brought, at length, to the con-
temptation of ono known as Dr. Angel,
familiar figure among the foreign res
idents of the French capital. A brilliant
blonde, addressed as Mile. Gordon, often
accompanies him in public. In cigars Dr.
ngel is a connolreur. The brand he
smokes costs two francs each. Ho smokts
them because he can afford to do so.
It only remains to designate the ulti
mate fate of the respeotablra sum of
money in the valise which Frank Mac
kenzie dropped into the orange tree. To
that end, and. to do Juatlco to Mr. Mac
kenzie's taste and hone6ty, the following
extract from an article in a New York
newspapers may opportunely be ap
ponded:
"It will foe remembered that some
months ago J. Churcb'll Wahrfleld, presi
dent of the Republic Land & Trust Com
pany of this city, absconded with neaxly
a quarter of a million dollars of the com
pany's fund. Also, the sensational sec
ond act of this unusual financial drama.
In which the entire missing sum was re
turned to tho company, two weeks after
Wahrfleld's disappearance, through the
medium of New Orleans bankers.
"Yesterday the denouement occurred, In
the shape of a draft for H7.S69.24, which
was received by the treasurer of the com
pany; tho amount being exactly Identical .
with the published figures of the remain
der of Wahrfleld's shortage, as was de
termined by the expert accountant who
examined the books.
"Of ox-President Wahrfleld and Ms
daughter, who left with him, and who
was a society belle, nothing hai since
boon heard. Chief Bayley. of the Colum
bian Detective Bureau, stated today, in
an interview, that he sent, at the tlmo
of the flight, an experienced detective on
n. promising clew to the Contral Ameri
can coast, but that he returnej without
a traco of the fugitives.
"Of course, the only tenable theory Is
that Wahrfleld repented of his deed soon
utter nlti departure and returned the
stolen funds. His shrewdness and finan
cial ability must have caused, Fortune to
knock a second time at his door, to have
enabled him to so promptly liquidate the
remainder o? the deficit.
"Thus closes a most unique incident In
the bus! mess world, and. as Wahrfield will
hardly make himself and his whereabouts
known to the public again, the mystery
of the restitution will, doubtless, neve
be explained."
(The next O. Henry story will be Tha
Fla,g Paramount. ")