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The TWICE AMERICAN
By ELEANOR M. INGRAM
There was a pause. The boy gazed
at the small creature before him, a dull
spot of color smoldering in his swar
thy cheeks. lie felt an actual suffo
cation as the flood of deep, slowly ac
cumulated thought surged and pressed
against the barrier of his habitual reti
cence, and found no outlet in speech.
He clenched his hand on the stone
rail of the steps.
“You've been to a party?” he ques
tioned, rather hoarsely.
She glanced at her pale blue chiffon
frock, visible through her half opened
coat of dark velvet.
"Only to my dancing lesson. Do you
like to dance, boy?”
"I don’t know. Do you want me to
learn ?”
“Oh, If you want to.” Surprised,
she poised on one small foot in a blue
kid boojtr and smiled engagingly.
“I want to learn whatever you want
mo to know.” He moved nearer, his
eyes fired by strange lights. He was
himself unconscious of the force that
made powerful his stumbling, inade
quate speech. “I found out who lived
in this house, so I know who you are,
Your people are rich. You have had
things; you always have to have
things I never even heard of; but
I’ll find out about them and I’ll make
money to buy them. I’ll give you
a better house than thisjone. I’ve seen
houses—I've worked on a boat since
that day, and seen places—Yucatan,
the Argentine, Brazil!” He made a
vague gesture. “I'm going away again
today, but I’m coming back when
you’re grown iTt>. I made up my mind
when you gave me your shoes. Will
you marry me, princess, some day ?”
Astonished, but with a 10-year old's
adaptability to new ideas, she con
sidered him, her curly head tilted
aside.
“Yi,« " sVie consented sererielv. “if
grandmamma will let me. I like you
better than the boys I know."
“You will not forget?”
"I don't forget." she reassured him.
"Then will you keep this to remem
ber me by? I bought It for you."
She readily held out her little gloved
hand for the package ho offered, but
with a swift and unboylike passion
he placed his hands on her shoulders
and, stooping, kissed her childish
mouth—a mouth as cool and uncon
scious of life as the red flower It re
sembled.
“I’ll come for you,” he promised.
This time it was he who fled, leav
ing her standing there all amazed and
rosy. So, if the first gift was hers,
the second was his, but again it was
he who carried the magic away with
him.
CHAPTER IV.
THE SPECTACLES OE MR. BRUCE.
In the year 1916, in a dark, foul
odored cell in tho prison of Rio Na
buco, a man sat on a three-legged
stool and listened to the rain pour
down with the unceasing violence of
a waterfall. It was a noon in Janu
ary, the season of rain in that in
terior of Brazil where Corey Bruce
had made an end of life with as shock
ing suddenness as if he had stepped
from the brink of a precipice. That
shock was now a year old, yet he was
still striving to accustom himself to
its fact. He sat with his elbows on
his knees, his forehead resting in his
palms, his thin fingers clutched into
the bush of his red hair. His angular
figure had grown stooped from hours,
day spent in th[« attitude. His eyes
were closed, because there was noth
ing In his cell he wished to see and
much that he did not; also, because
he was trying to concentrate thought,
in his ability to withdraw into the
retreat of imagination lay his only
amusement, his only occupation, his
only refuge from stark panic and
madness.
Lest he lose that ability, he set
himself mental tasks to be done. He
recalled books that he had read, chap
ter by chapter, and continued their
narrative through additional episodes
of his own creation. Ho rehearsed
plays he had seen; his college days;
his life at home in Philadelphia. Some
times this latter form of discipline took
on the torture of the unattainable, but
he persisted; he believed that he had
to persist. This aftrenoon he had set
himself to cataloging the things he
would first demand, supposing he
should find himself free and at liberty
to have his desires. Eyes shut, he
strove to attain the art of self hyp
notism.
What would he have first? His hot,
perspiring, reluctantly but undeniably
dirty body vociferated the answer. He
would have a bath, a long drawn out,
ceremonious bath; with unscented soap
and piles of clean, agreeably rough
Turkish towels. A savagely hot bath
followed by a cold shower. Fresh
clothing next— wit hshoes. Somehow
1 it always had seemed to him the Iasi
degradation to be barefoot. And then
after that orgy of cleanliness, food
[ real food! For 13 months he had beer
• either sickened or hungry, as a per
manent condition; he was free t<
choose which he would endure. N<
doubt, the food was edible from a na
five point of view, but not from his
He was too badly out of condition fo
appetite to arouse before bowls o
black beans and manioc. He crav> i
air and exercise. Inaction, mental am
1 physical, wn: kilhng him. Sometime
he blundered irto black alleys o
\ thought, wondering if a man could g
mad from such things, without hi
own knowledge, and if imrnny me
, ---illy ite ur.corsninvH ol <.hcl" svr
I
3
roundings. Suppose a man should live
SO or 40 years as an inkompt mad
man in n lost village—insane men were
said to be long lived—woull not such
a man have done better to refuse food
and die while his last remnant of san
ity remained? Ye3—but how know
when one stood at that last outpo3t
of hope? What if one lingered too
long? Or if one died too soon; just,
perhaps, as rescue arrived and arrived
too late? Yet what rescue could be
hoped for a condemned, and justly con
demned, convict? Corey Bruce had
killed his man. He never had denied
it ,he did not pretend to regret it.
But he could not evade the payment.
A great spider ran across his bare
foot and startled him. He sat up and
saw the dark thing retreating as a
moving blotch across the earth floor
ing. The effort to trace the loath
some creature’s course recalled to him
his greatest material desire. How had
he come to forget in his reverie that
which in reality he most desired? At
the head of his list should have stood
his eyeglasses. Only one who suffers
like him from nearsightedness could
conceived the captive’s misery of
blurred sight; a misery that had been
his since the day of his arrest. To be
in a place so repugnant; to hear a
swarming life about him or feel its
creatures brush past him in the cell
and he unable to see them or Judge of
their quality; to live, a3 it were, in a
twilight, tortured by violent head
aches—all these had been unwittingly
meted out to the prisoner by the zambo
who had snatched his spectacles from
his nose on the memorable day when
ho had been made captive. Bruce
thought of those tortoise shell rimmed
spectacles by day and woke in the
night to long for them.
When he could no longer see the
spider, he fell to speculating as to the
insect's method of attaining its place
in his cell. Had it come from a tree
branch through the slot like, high set
window? Or had It crawled down the
corridor and under the door? After
all, that hardly mattered; but what
did It now intend by way of a cam
paign? Would it leave him in peace,
or would it remain to run across his
shrinking flesh after nightfall? He
could not know, and he did not like
to imagine. He sighed wearily and
returned to his stool and his medita
tion. But the door to his mental re
treat was closed; crashed sut, as it
were, by the shock of his encounter
with the tarantula.
Bruce sighed heavily. What was to
be done now? He could neither dream
awake nor asleep. Think, he did not
dare. He was too apt to remember
that he had spent one year in this
place, and that his sentence was 15.
By and by the rain ceased, with the
abruptness of a faucet turned off. An
hour later, a thin voice broke the
silence—the sharp, piping voice of a
very old man,
"What are you saying, friend?”
“I did not speak,” denied Bruce
hoarsely.
He did not move or look up to the
door of rough wooden bars beyond
which the speaker stood. He knew it
was “the Little Bald One,” a prisoner
sometimes privileged to wander about
the place from which he had not the
Strength to escape.
The old half breed peered’ in between
the bars.
“It is bad today?" he questioned.
“Yes."
“Shall I talk t othe senhor?"
“If you like,” said Bruce. He stam
mered slightly in his speech, not be
cause lie knew the language imper
fectly, but as a failing he had never
been able to overcome in moments
of agitation.
The old man nodded, and squatted
down on the opposite side of the bar
rier. Made garrulous by age and mon
otony of life, he loved to recite long,
aimless tales of his active days. And
the American had found a relief, some
times, in listening to the confused,
endless narrations that managed to
retain a certain vividness and move
ment. Sometimes, as now, he merely
let “the Little Bald One” have the en
joyment of a fancied listener, teo good
natured and too sad himself to check
another’s pleasure.
“Good,” grunted the old man. “To
day I will tell of a scene of yester
day, of when I followed the caudillo,
Dorn David Noel. Yes, I was a cook
in his camp, eight years ago.”
He launched into a long wandering
story; an account of a military expe
dition against a group of cattle raid
ers and bandits. *
At first Bruce heard little. He had
caught the rapid stamp of hoofs upon
the road through the village withqut.
A party of riders was passing. He
could imagine their sinuous bodies
swinging to the horses’ stride, their
brown faces turned to the clean sky,
and the lift o ftheir sleek black hair
to the wind. Once such a call from
without had stirred him to frantic re
bellion against captivity. Months ago
he had learned to listen apathetically.
' But today he was stirred to bitter
1 envy. If he might only have one more
such ride! If he might even hope tc
■ be transferred to another prison! But
' his trial was over, his sentence passed
t nothing stretched before him except
1 monotony. If he had been in some
1 countries—say, in Central America—
* he might have hoped for a revolution
f bit Brazil lay basking in peace. Tt
5 fend offb desperation, Bruce began t<
5 fasten his attention on the old man’s
1 speech. And gradually attentior
- ceased to be an effort. His lnteres
| was snared.
This time the story had a hero not
i the old half breed himself. Against
the wild background of the tale of
courage and endurance, of adventure
with man and beast, poisonous snakes
and insects—a tale possible only to
the tropics—the figure of one man
stood out. Yes, the figure of the man
called David Noel stood out like that
of a living man standing before a wall
of painted scenes laid on in crude,
barbaric colors: pictures of men and
things, among which he was the only*
reality. Bruce, listening dazedly, head
in hands, seemed to see the actual wall
and the celebrated South American
standing before it. He himself never
had met David Noel, soldier, explorer,
statesman—and popular man. But he
visioned him as arrogant success em
bodied in one of the local types he
knew, a powerful leader in a country
without middle class, a country of “big
whites” and submissive masses. He
had known him to be a man of power;
“the Little Bald One” was showing him
to be a man of action, a fighter in
the strange green tropical wilderness
as well as in the conflicts of cities and
civilization. Bruce contrasted his own
life with that of this other man with
wonder rather than bitterness. How
had he slipped into so deep an abyss,
in the very places where the other had
walked so securely? He felt quite
sure that David Noel would have killed
as he had killed in the like circum
stance. The story to which he listened
seemed to prove so much to him. Why
had the black walls closed around one
man and not the other?
Drawn Into listening and contem
plating he had forgotten the riders who
were free, and the spider, also free for
a time. He was justly aggrieved when
the abrupt cessation of the monolog
startled him from his welcome abstrac
tion as a man Is startled from sleep.
After waiting a moment vainly for "the
Little Bald One” to continue, Bruce
languidly lifted his head from his hand.
For one dazed moment he had ail
the sensations of an occultist who has
materialized a solid matter out of mind
vapors. Against the wall opposite the
door, a wall painted by a ray of sun
light to an unfamiliar brightness, stood
a man In a gray linen riding costume,
holding a curious riding whip or gray
braided leather in his hand, his gray
eyes intent upon the prisoner. He was
not playing with the riding whip. Aft
erward Bruce learned this man had
no such nervous habits; when he stood
still he was still as an animal at
watch. He was still now, so still as to
excuse Bruce's momentary doubt,
hampered as he was by his nearsight
edness, of his guest’s reality. Slowly
the American arose from his stool,
peering with anxious fixity at the fig
ure in the corridor. As he moved for
ward, he more clearly distinguished
the man. The stranger was, perhaps,
half a dozen years older than Bruce
himself, of medium height from the
northerner’s point of view, built very
I powerfully, and had a dark face too
1 strong for handsomeness. Fumbling
for an appropriate speech, Brnoe
muffed his Portuguese rather badly.
"Good day.” he stammered. “I—1—
excuse my staring, but I’m”—be
touched his eyes In a futile attempt
to remember any word expressive of
short sight—"my eyes are badv” he fin
ished lamely.
What he actually said was that hi*
eyes were "wicked,” but the other man
did not smile. Indeed, Bruce presented:
a sobering spectacle of misery and de
jection, rather enhanced than relieved'
by the tremulous animation aroused*
in him by this visit.
“Senhor Bruce? My name 1* David:
Noel.” He spoke In smooth and- ex
quisite Portuguese. "I am sorry to
hear that ynur eyes trouble you. Par
don-” a* Bruce would have spoken:
“Might you not prefer to speak Eng
lish?"
Bruce, already startled by the Iden
tity of the other man, and his knowl
edge of what David Noel coul ’ do for
him If he chose, was overjoyed by the
question that released his tongue from
the bondage of the half known lan
guage.
“By Jove, I certainly would,” he
gratefully exclaimed. “I have heard:
a lot about you, of course; but I
never happened to learn that you un
derstand English. Yes, I am about
half blind without my glasses. My
eyes are all right, you know, except for
lack of them. But they ar« a big
tack!”
“Broken, I suppose?” queried Noel.
He continued to speak In Portuguese
and to look steadfastly at the pris
oner.
Bruce nodded ruefully.
“A fellow pulled them off when I
was arrested, and put his heeli &n
them.”
“Here?”
“No, sir, back in the camp, at the
bridge. I had some extra glasses in
my grip, but I was hustled off before
I -eould get at them. No doubt the
natives cleaned up everything In sight,
as soon as we were oat of sight, after
I--"
Alter you uineu uhj Slut 11. 11 III IS sit'd
Noe! calmly.
Bruce’s sallow cheeks colored.
“Yes, I killed him. 1 never denied
that. General Noel. He had been paid
by a rival German concern to destroy
my people's railroad bridge, and I
caught him at it. He was in the act
of touching off his dynamite. In a
way it was self defense, too! He went
for men when I caught him. I fired—
go him!”
"And a 15-year sentence.”
"If my judge had not believed me
justified to some degree, I should have
been shot,” Bruce retorted.
“Quite true. Still, 15 years! How
long have you been here, Mr. Bruce?"
“One year,” answered Bruce,
i He strove to speak calmly, but the
i muscles of his face twitched. His neat
! sighted eyes dwelt on Noel with aii
.[ansuished tenacity of question. Wh>
I had he come here, this Brazilian?
Merely to amuse himself with the cap
tive? The cruelty seemed improbable;
he could read nothing in Noel’s fact
that hinted of delight in the pain of
, others. It was not a soft or a gentle
face, but it was of tempered metal, not
base. And nothing in the narrative of
"the I,ittle Bald One” had spoken of
wanton cruelty in its hero.
In his absorbed intentness upon Noel
he was quite unaware of how closely
Noel was studying him. In the pause
that ensued the prison seemed very
still; only the stir of insect litfc
troubled the damp, foul air,’ and the
occasional ring or stamp of a horse
waiting outside the gate. Bruce
gasped, breathless with the tension of
waiting upon the event. Surely, he
thought, there must be an event; Noel
would not simply go and come no
more. They were both white men,
in a country where white men were In
the minority. He did not expect Noel
to free him, of course; but if he could
have a cell from which he could see
out:-! Or, if he could have some
occupation!
“In the prisons in the south of the
United States of America, convicts
sometimes are hired to outside men in
need of laborers, or paroled in custody
of their employers,” Noel finally spoke.
“Do you know of that custom?”
“Yes.” V
Noel’s penetrating gray eyes consid
erately looked away from the strained
face before him.
“I understand you are a mechanical
engineer, Mr. Bruce. A college gradu
ate?”
“Pennsylvania, yes.”
“Would you like to vary the monot
ony of your sentence by working out
side on parole?"
Bruce caught his breath. All the
evils attendant on peonage of which
he had read at home rose before him.
lie knew absolutely nothing of Bra
zilian custom in such matters. He
had a panoramic vision of convict
camps, of himself in subjection to a
native overseer, of toil and abuse; yet,
better anything than dry rot and
creeping Insanity in this loathsome,
seething den. At least he would be
outdoors sometimes; sometimes
breathe unpoisoned air.
"Yes,” he made laconic reply.
He had hardly known what he ex
pected from Noel’s visit, but he was
conscious of renewed dejection and
vague disappointment.
“Good! You are on parole .then,
with the understanding that any at
tempt to escape means your return
to this place?”
"Yes,” said Bruce again.
He wondered If he could ever be so
supremely wretched as to grasp at
that alternative of return here as a
relief. Perhaps! He knew not at all
what he must expect from this future.
Noel looked at him curiously, as if
wondering at his attitude, but he made
no comment on the absence of en
thusiasm concerning , the proposition.
He dropped the gray riding whip with
a decided movement, letting it swing
from his wrist by its braided loop.
His smile was infrequent, and illu
minating as an unexpected light.
“Good!” he repeated his approval.
“Someone will come for you. Just al
low yourself to be guided, please. 1
will bid you farewell, Mr. Bruce.”
The Latin formality of the leave
taking aroused Corey Bruce to a sense
of his own lack of graciousness. He
; could not doubt that Noel meant kindly
by him in offering this amelioration
of his sentence, however dubious its
prospect of comfort.
“X—I—thank you, General Noel,” he
stammered, raising his hand to his
eyes in a mechanical effort to adjust
his missing spectacles, an old habit
of his when in moments of embarrass
ment. “Awfully good of you to trouble
over my afSairs! I am—grateful. Be
fore you go, may I ask what I am
to be turned over to? For whom I
am to work, X mean?”
Noel' turned back with an air of sur
prise, standing in the narrow corridor,
which his broad shoulders seemed to
fill, he leaned to survey the prisoner
across the wooden bars,
prise; standing in the narrow corridot,
(To be continued next week.)
Let Nation Give Pensions.
B>om the New Forts%Times.
When Andrew Carnegie had made up I
his mind that a certain thing should be
done, and believed it could be done with
money, he was not the man to hesitate
as to his earn fitness to do it. Years
passed tee-fore it was thought wise to
publish the fact that, at the close of the
Spanish war, he went to the White House
and proposed to pay the people of the
United States $20,000,000 for the privilege
of giving the Philippines back to them
selves. Even today the scene staggers
the imagination. And do we contemplate
without a tremor the provisions in Mr.
Camegio’s will by which he pensions our
ex-presidents and their wives? Certain
acts have a grandiosity which the mind
is slow to comprehend. But the fact
persists. What shall we eventually make
of it?
The people of the United States see fit
to take successful citizens from private
life, make use of the best they have to
give, exalt them in service—and the cast
them aside like a discharged employe,
with the aura of a great office about
them and no means of sustaining their
dignity, and the dignity of ,the nation,
beyomfc such makeshifts of employment
as they can find. The process is mani
festly unfair to them, but that is thejeast
of the evil. It brands us all with ingrati
tude. *
Suggests Premier For America.
From the Springfield Republican.
Current issues of more immediate and
absorbing interest may prevent public dis
cussion of the very natural uuestion, now
that Mr. Wilson's strength has failed him,
' whether the presidency has not come to
be even in normal times too great a strain
upon any one mans intellectual and
physical energies. Us duties have steadilj
increased in range and Us exactions upon
body and mind have grown more and
more severe. When an ordinary mail com
pares what he himself does with what thi
president of the United States teas to do
lie marvels how any- holder of the effu
can five through his teim. AV«t (hr pros
pect is that hereafter the strain will la
much greater tha i in the last o» a
America's TlfcW a-tiv:t.ies til World rd- ,t
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child is having the best and most harm*
less laxative or physic for the littla
stomach, liver and bowels. Children
love its delicious fruity taste. Full
directions for child’s dose on each bot*
tie. Give It without fear.
Mother I You must say “California."
r-Adv.
Described.
"Pa, what is the wisdom of the
ages?”
“It’s what the average young fellow
about nineteen years old thinks hu
possesses.”
“DANDERINE” PUTS
BEAUTY IN HAIR —
Girls! A mass of long,
thick, glcamy tresses
Let “Danderlne” save your hair and
double Its beauty. You can have lots
of long, thick, strong, lustrous hair.
Don’t let If stay lifeless, thin, scraggly
or fading. Bring back its color, vigor
and vitality.
Get a 35-ceist bottle of delightful
“Danderlne” at any drug or toilet coun
ter to freshen your scalp; check dan
druff and falling hair. Your hair needs
this stimulating tonic;: then its life,
color, brightness and abundance will
return—HurryAdv.
Ntt Excused:
Artie—Oh! Excuse me; did I step
ou your foot again?
Gertie—I couldn’t say. I did not
know you were off yet.
For true blue, use Red Cross Bfait
Blue. Snowy-white clothes will, be
sure to result. Try it and yoe will al
ways use it. All good grocers have It
Rather Hard:
"Is young Mr. Daft such a. Cool as*
he looks."
“No, Indeed. More so,*
Bad Sick ess
Caused by
Acid-Stomach
If people only realized the healthrdestroy
ing power of an acid-stomachr—of. the many
kinds of sickness and misery it causes—oC
the lives it literally wrecks—they would
guard against It as carefully as they do
| against a deadly plague. You know In an
Instant the flrst symptoms of acid-stomach*—
pains of Indigestion; distressing,, painful
bloat; sour, gassy stomach; belching; food'
repeating; heartburn, eto. Whenever your
stomach feels this way you should! loss no
time In putting it to* rights. If you don't. _
serious consequences are almost sure to> fol
low, such as intestinal fermentation, auto
intoxication, Impairment of the entire ner
vous system, headache, biliousness; cirrhosis*
of the liver-*, sometimes even cataimh of the*
stomach and intestinal ulcers and; cancer;
If you are not feeling right, see- if It Isn’t
acid-stomaoh that Is the cause erf your ill
health. Take EATONIC, the wonderful mo-h
ern stomach remedy. EATONJiC Tablet*
quickly and surely relieve the pain. bloe>t, " —
belching, and heartburn that indicate aicid:
stomach. Wake the stomach strong, cleats
and sweat. By keeping the stomach In
healthy oondltlon- so that you. can, get fttil'
strength from your food, your general health
steadily Improves, Results are- marvelously*
quick. Just try EATONIC and; you; wklil
as enthusiastic as the thousand's who fcav*
used It and: wlbo say they never dreamed!
anything could! bring such ntuc’vatovts **•*«■?
> So get a b-igr 50-cent bo* of EATO^iO
, from your dnaargist today. TO* not s.»ttsfac
tory return i*t and he will refund yoar money.
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A Bad Cough
If neglected, often leads to serious trouble.
Safeguard your health, relieve your di3trin*
and soothe your irritated throat by taking
iPISO'S
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