Johnny"s agony was abbreviated by the arrival of Keogh, who hurried up with the news that Mrs. Goodwin would be much pleased to place rooms at the disposal of Mr. Hemstetter and his daughter. So there Mr. Hemstetter and Rosine were at once conducted and left to recuperate from the fatigue of the voyage, while Johnny went down to see that the cases of shoes were safely stored in the customs warehouse pending their examination by the officials. Keogh, grinning like a shark, skirmished about to find Goodwin, to instruct him not to expose to Mr. Hemstetter the true state of Coralio as a shoe market until Johnny had been given a chance to redeem the situation, if such a thing were possible.
That night the consul and Keogh held a desperate consultation on the breezy porch of the consulate.
Send em back home," began Keogh, reading Johnny"s thoughts.
"I would," said Johnny, after a little silence; "but I"ve been lying to you, Billy."
"All right about that," said Keogh, affably.
"I"ve told you hundreds of times," said Johnny, slowly, "that I had forgotten that girl, haven"t I?"
"About three hundred and seventy-five," admitted the monument of patience.
"I lied," repeated the consul, "every time. I never forgot her for one moment. I was an obstinate a.s.s for running away just because she said "No" once. And I was too proud a fool to go back. I talked with Rosine a few minutes this evening up at Goodwin"s. I found out one thing. You remember that farmer fellow who was always after her?"
"d.i.n.k Pawson?" asked Keogh.
"Pink Dawson. Well, he wasn"t a hill of beans to her. She says she didn"t believe a word of the things be told her about me. But I"m sewed up now, Billy. That tomfool letter we sent ruined whatever chance I had left. She"ll despise me when she finds out that her old father has been made the victim of a joke that a decent schoolboy wouldn"t have been guilty of. Shoes! Why he couldn"t sell twenty pairs of shoes in Coralio if he kept store here for twenty years. You put a pair of shoes on one of these Caribs or Spanish brown boys and what"d he do? Stand on his head and squeal until he"d kicked "em off. None of "em ever wore shoes and they never will. If I send "em back home I"ll have to tell the whole story, and what"ll she think of me? I want that girl worse than ever, Billy, and now when she"s in reach I"ve lost her forever because I tried to be funny when the thermometer was at 102."
"Keep cheerful," said the optimistic Keogh. "And let "em open the store. I"ve been busy myself this afternoon. We can stir up a temporary boom in foot-gear anyhow. I"ll buy six pairs when the doors open. I"ve been around and seen all the fellows and explained the catastrophe. They"ll all buy shoes like they was centipedes. Frank Goodwin will take cases of "em. The Geddies want about eleven pairs between "em. Clancy is going to invest the savings of weeks, and even old Doc Gregg wants three pairs of alligator-hide slippers if they"ve got any tens. Blanchard got a look at Miss Hemstetter; and as he"s a Frenchman, no less than a dozen pairs will do for him."
"A dozen customers," said Johnny, "for a $4,000 stock of shoes! It won"t work. There"s a big problem here to figure out. You go home, Billy, and leave me alone. I"ve got to work at it all by myself. Take that bottle of Three-star along with you--no, sir; not another ounce of booze for the United States consul. I"ll sit here tonight and pull out the think stop. If there"s a soft place on this proposition anywhere I"ll land on it. If there isn"t there"ll be another wreck to the credit of the gorgeous tropics."
Keogh left, feeling that he could be of no use. Johnny laid a handful of cigars on a table and stretched himself in a steamer chair. When the sudden daylight broke, silvering the harbor ripples, he was still sitting there. Then he got up, whistling a little tune, and took his bath.
At nine o"clock he walked down to the dingy little cable office and hung for half an hour over a blank. The result of his application was the following message, which he signed and had transmitted at a cost of $33: TO PINKNEY DAWSON, Dalesburg, Ala.
Draft for $100 comes to you next mail. Ship me immediately 500 pounds stiff, dry c.o.c.kleburrs. New use here in arts. Market price twenty cents pound. Further orders likely. Rush.
XIII.
Ships.
Within a week a suitable building had been secured in the Calle Grande, and Mr. Hemstetter"s stock of shoes arranged upon their shelves. The rent of the store was moderate; and the stock made a fine showing of neat white boxes, attractively displayed.
Johnny"s friends stood by him loyally. On the first day Keogh strolled into the store in a casual kind of way about once every hour, and bought shoes. After he had purchased a pair each of extension soles, congress gaiters, b.u.t.ton kids, low-quartered calfs, dancing pumps, rubber boots, tans of various hues, tennis shoes and flowered slippers, he sought out Johnny to be prompted as to the names of other kinds that he might inquire for. The other English-speaking residents also played their parts n.o.bly by buying often and liberally. Keogh was grand marshal, and made them distribute their patronage, thus keeping up a fair run of custom for several days.
Mr. Hemstetter was gratified by the amount of business done thus far; but expressed surprise that the natives were so backward with their custom.
"Oh, they"re awfully shy," explained Johnny, as he wiped his forehead nervously. "They"ll get the habit pretty soon. They"ll come with a rush when they do come."
One afternoon Keogh dropped into the consul"s office, chewing an unlighted cigar thoughtfully.
"Got anything up your sleeve?" he inquired of Johnny. "If you have it"s about time to show it. If you can borrow some gent"s hat in the audience, and make a lot of customers for an idle stock of shoes come out of it you"d better spiel. The boys have all laid in enough footwear to last "em ten years; and there"s nothing doing in the shoe store but dolcy far nienty. I just came by there. Your venerable victim was standing in the door, gazing through his specs at the bare toes pa.s.sing by his emporium. The natives here have got the true artistic temperament. Me and Clancy took eighteen tintypes this morning in two hours. There"s been but one pair of shoes sold all day. Blanchard went in and bought a pair of furlined house-slippers because he thought he saw Miss Hemstetter go into the store. I saw him throw the slippers into the lagoon afterwards."
"There"s a Mobile fruit steamer coming in tomorrow or next day," said Johnny. We can"t do anything until then."
"What are you going to do--try to create a demand?"
"Political economy isn"t your strong point," said the consul, impudently. "You can"t create a demand. But you can create a necessity for a demand. That"s what I am going to do."
Two weeks after the consul sent his cable, a fruit steamer brought him a huge, mysterious brown bale of some unknown commodity. Johnny"s influence with the custom-house people was sufficiently strong for him to get the goods turned over to him without the usual inspection. He had the bale taken to the consulate and snugly stowed in the back room. That night he ripped open a corner of it and took out a handful of the c.o.c.kleburrs. He examined them with the care with which a warrior examines his arms before he goes forth to battle for his lady-love and life. The burrs were the ripe August product, as hard as filberts, and bristling with spines as tough and sharp as needles. Johnny whistled softly a little tune, and went out to find Billy Keogh.
Later in the night, when Coralio was steeped in slumber, he and Billy went forth into the deserted streets with their coats bulging like balloons. All up and down the Calle Grande they went, sowing the sharp burrs carefully in the sand, along the narrow sidewalks, in every foot of gra.s.s between the silent houses. And then they took the side streets and byways, missing none. No place where the foot of man, woman or child might fall was slighted. Many trips they made to and from the p.r.i.c.kly h.o.a.rd. And then, nearly at the dawn, they laid themselves down to rest calmly, as great generals do after planning a victory according to the revised tactics, and slept, knowing that they had sowed with the accuracy of Satan sowing tares and the perseverance of Paul planting.
With the rising sun came the purveyors of fruits and meats, and arranged their wares in and around the little market-house. At one end of the town near the seash.o.r.e the market-house stood; and the sowing of the burrs had not been carried that far. The dealers waited long past the hour when their sales usually began. None came to buy. "!Que hay?~" they began to exclaim, one to another. At their accustomed time, from every "dobe and palm hut and gra.s.s- thatched shack and dim ~patio~ glided women--black women, brown women, lemon-colored women, women dun and yellow and tawny. They were the marketers starting to purchase the family supply of ca.s.sava, plantains, meat, fowls, and tortillas. Decollete they were and bare-armed and bare-footed, with a single skirt reaching below the knee. Stolid and ox-eyed, they stepped from their doorways into the narrow paths or upon the soft gra.s.s of the streets.
The first to emerge uttered ambiguous squeals, and raised one foot quickly. Another step and they sat down, with shrill cries of alarm, to pick at the new and painful insects that had stung them upon the feet. "~Que picadores diablos!~" they screeched to one another across the narrow ways. Some tried the gra.s.s instead of the paths, but there they were also stung and bitten by the strange little p.r.i.c.kly b.a.l.l.s. They plumped down in the gra.s.s, and added their lamentations to those of their sisters in the sandy paths. All through the town was heard the plaint of the feminine jabber. The venders in the market still wondered why no customers came.
Then men, lords of the earth, came forth. They, too, began to hop, to dance, to limp, and to curse. They stood stranded and foolish, or stopped to pluck at the scourge that attacked their feet and ankles. Some loudly proclaimed the pest to be poisonous spiders of an unknown species.
And then the children ran out for their morning romp. And now to the uproar was added the howls of limping infants and c.o.c.kleburred childhood. Every minute the advancing day brought forth fresh victims.
Dona Maria Castillas y Buenventura de las Casas stepped from her honored doorway, as was her daily custom, to procure fresh bread from the ~panaderia~ across the street. She was clad in a skirt of flowered, yellow satin, a chemise of ruffled linen, and wore a purple mantilla from the looms of Spain. Her lemon-tinted feet, alas! were bare. Her progress was majestic, for were not her ancestors hidalgos of Aragon? Three steps she made across the velvety gra.s.s, and set her aristocratic sole upon a bunch of Johnny"s burrs. Dona Maria Castillas y Buenventura de las Casas emitted a yowl even as a wild-cat. Turning about, she fell upon hands and knees, and crawled --ay, like a beast of the field she crawled back to her honorable door-sill.
Don Senor Ildefonso Federico Valdazar, ~Juez de la Paz~, weighing twenty stone, attempted to convey his bulk to the ~pulperia~ at the corner of the plaza in order to a.s.suage his matutinal thirst. The first plunge of his unshod foot into the cool gra.s.s struck a concealed mine. Don Ildefonso fell like a crumpled cathedral, crying out that he had been fatally bitten by a deadly scorpion. Everywhere were the shoeless citizens hopping, stumbling, limping, and picking from their feet the venomous insects that had come in a single night to hara.s.s them.
The first to perceive the remedy was Esteban Delgado, the barber, a man of travel and education. Sitting upon a stone, he plucked burrs from his toes, and made oration: "Behold, my friends, these bugs of the devil! I know them well. They soar through the skies in swarms like pigeons. These are dead ones that fell during the night. In Yucatan I have seen them as large as oranges. Yes! There they hiss like serpents, and have wings like bats. It is the shoes--the shoes that one needs! ~Zapatos--zapatos para mi!~"
Esteban hobbled to Mr. Hemstetter"s store, and bought shoes. Coming out, he swaggered down the street with impunity, reviling loudly the bugs of the devil. The suffering ones sat up or stood upon one foot and beheld the immune barber. Men, women and children took up the cry: "~Zapatos! zapatos!~"
The necessity for the demand had been created. The demand followed. That day Mr. Hemstetter sold three hundred pairs of shoes.
"It is really surprising," he said to Johnny, who came up in the evening to help him straighten out the stock, "how trade is picking up. Yesterday I made but three sales."
"I told you they"d whoop things up when they got started," said the consul.
"I think I shall order a dozen more cases of goods, to keep the stock up," said Mr. Hemstetter, beaming through his spectacles.
"I wouldn"t send in any orders yet," advised Johnny. "Wait till you see how the trade holds up."
Each night Johnny and Keogh sowed the crop that grew dollars by day. At the end of ten days two-thirds of the stock of shoes had been sold; and the stock of c.o.c.kleburrs was exhausted. Johnny cabled to Pink Dawson for another 500 pounds, paying twenty cents per pound as before. Mr. Hemstetter carefully made up an order for $1500 worth of shoes from Northern firms. Johnny hung about the store until this order was ready for the mail, and succeeded in destroying it before it reached the postoffice.
That night he took Rosine under the mango tree by G.o.dwin"s porch, and confessed everything. She looked him in the eye, and said: "You are a very wicked man. Father and I will go back home. You say it was a joke? I think it is a very serious matter."
But at the end of half an hour"s argument the conversation had been turned upon a different subject. The two were considering the respective merits of pale blue and pink wall-paper with which the old colonial mansion of the Atwoods in Dalesburg was to be decorated after the wedding.
On the next morning Johnny confessed to Mr. Hemstetter. The shoe merchant put on his spectacles, and said through them: "You strike me as being a most extraordinary young scamp. If I had not managed this enterprise with good business judgment my entire stock of goods might have been a complete loss. Now, how do you propose to dispose of the rest of it?"
When the second invoice of c.o.c.kleburrs arrived Johnny loaded them and the remainder of the shoes into schooner, and sailed down the coast to Alazan. There, in the same dark and diabolical manner, he repeated his success: and came back with a bag of money and not so much as a shoestring.
And then he besought his great Uncle of the waving goatee and starred vest to accept his resignation, for the lotus no longer lured him. He hankered for the spinach and cress of Dalesburg.
The services of Mr. William Terence Keogh as acting consul, pro term., were suggested and accepted, and Johnny sailed with the Hemstetters back to his native sh.o.r.es.
Keogh slipped into the sinecure of the American consulship with the ease that never left him even in such high places. The tintype establishment was soon to become a thing of the past, although its deadly work along the peaceful and helpless Spanish Main was never effaced. The restless partners were about to be off again, scouting ahead of the slow ranks of Fortune. But now they would take different ways. There were rumors of a promising uprising in Peru; and thither the martial Clancy would turn his adventurous steps. As for Keogh, he was figuring in his mind and on quires of Government letter-heads a scheme that dwarfed the art of misrepresenting the human countenance upon tin.
"What suits me," Keogh used to say, "in the way of a business proposition is something diversified that looks like a longer shot than it is--something in the way of a genteel graft that isn"t worked enough for the correspondence schools to be teaching it by mail. I take the long end; but I like to have at least as good a chance to win as a man learning to play poker on an ocean steamer, or running for governor of Texas on the Republican ticket. And when I cash in my winnings I don"t want to find any widows" and orphans" chips in my stack."
The gra.s.s-grown globe was the green table on which Keogh gambled. The games he played were of his own invention. He was no grubber after the diffident dollar. Nor did he care to follow it with horn and hounds. Rather he loved to coax it with egregious and brilliant flies from its habitat in the waters of strange streams. Yet Keogh was a business man; and his schemes, in spite of their singularity, were as solidly set as the plans of a building contractor. In Arthur"s time Sir William Keogh would have been a Knight of the Round Table. In these modern days he rides abroad, seeking the Graft instead of the Grail.
Three days after Johnny"s departure, two small schooners appeared off Coralio. After some delay a boat put off from one of them, and brought a sunburned young man ash.o.r.e. This young man had a shrewd and calculating eye; and he gazed with amazement at the strange things that he saw. He found on the beach some one who directed him to the consul"s office; and thither he made his way at a nervous gait.
Keogh was sprawled in the official chair, drawing caricatures of his Uncle"s head on an official pad of paper. He looked up at his visitor.
"Where"s Johnny Atwood?" inquired the sunburned young man, in a business tone.
"Gone," said Keogh, working carefully at Uncle Sam"s necktie.
"That"s just like him," remarked the nut-brown one, leaning against the table. "He always was a fellow to gallivant around instead of "tending to business. Will he be in soon?"
"Don"t think so," said Keogh, after a fair amount of deliberation. "I s"pose he"s out at some of his tomfoolery," conjectured the visitor, in a tone of virtuous conviction. "Johnny never would stick to anything long enough to succeed. I wonder how he manages to run his business here, and never be "round to look after it."
"I"m looking after the business just now," admitted the pro term. consul.
"Are you--then, say--where"s the factory?"
"What factory?" asked Keogh, with a mildly polite interest.
"Why, the factory where they use them c.o.c.kleburrs. Lord knows what they use "em for, anyway! I"ve got the bas.e.m.e.nts of both them ships out there loaded with "em. I"ll give you a bargain in this lot. I"ve had every man, woman and child around Dalesburg that wasn"t busy pickin" "em for a month. I hired these ships to bring "em over. Everybody thought I was crazy. Now, you can have this lot for fifteen cents a pound, delivered on land. And if you want more I guess old Alabam" can come up to the demand. Johnny told me when he left home that if he struck anything down here that there was any money in he"d let me in on it. Shall I drive the ships in and hitch?"
A look of supreme, almost incredulous, delight dawned in Keogh"s ruddy countenance. He dropped his pencil. His eyes turned upon the sunburned young man with joy in them mingled with fear lest his ecstasy should prove a dream.
"For G.o.d"s sake tell me," said Keogh, earnestly, "are you d.i.n.k Pawson?"
"My name is Pinkney Dawson," said the cornerer of the c.o.c.kleburr market.
Billy Keogh slid rapturously and gently from his chair to his favorite strip of matting on the floor.
There were not many sounds in Coralio on that sultry afternoon. Among those that were may be mentioned a noise of enraptured and unrighteous laughter from a prostrate Irish-American, while a sunburned young man, with a shrewd eye, looked on him with wonder and amazement. Also the "tramp, tramp, tramp" of many well-shod feet in the streets outside. Also the lonesome wash of the waves that beat along the historic sh.o.r.es of the Spanish Main.
XIV.
Masters of Arts.
A two-inch stub of a blue pencil was the wand with which Keogh performed the preliminary acts of his magic. So, with this he covered paper with diagrams and figures while he waited for the United States of America to send down to Coralio a successor to Atwood, resigned.
The new scheme that his mind had conceived, his stout heart indorsed, and his blue pencil corroborated, was laid around the characteristics and human frailties of the new president ofAnchuria. These characteristics, and the situation out of which Keogh hoped to wrest a golden tribute, deserve chronicling contributive to the clear order of events.
President Losada--many called him Dictator--was a man whose genius would have made him conspicuous even among Anglo-Saxons, had not that genius been intermixed with other traits that were petty and subversive. He had some of the lofty patriotism of Washington (the man he most admired), the force of Napoleon, and much of the wisdom of the sages. These characteristics might have justified him the a.s.sumption of the t.i.tle of "The Ill.u.s.trious Liberator," had they not been accompanied by a stupendous and amazing vanity that kept him in the less worthy ranks of the dictators.
Yet he did his country great service. With a mighty grasp he shook it nearly free from the shackles of ignorance and sloth and the vermin that fed upon it, and all but made it a power in the council of nations. He established schools and hospitals, built roads, bridges, railroads and palaces, and bestowed generous subsidies upon the arts and sciences. He was the absolute despot and the idol of his people. The wealth of the country poured into his hands. Other presidents had been rapacious without reason. Losada ama.s.sed enormous wealth, but his people had their share of the benefits.
The joint in his armor was his insatiate pa.s.sion for monuments and tokens commemorating his glory. In every town he caused to be erected statues of himself bearing legends in praise of his greatness. In the walls of every public edifice, tablets were fixed reciting his splendor and the grat.i.tude of his subjects. His statuettes and portraits were scattered throughout the land in every house and hut. One of the sycophants in his court painted him as St. John, with a halo and a train of attendants in full uniform. Losada saw nothing incongruous in this picture, and had it hung in a church in the capital. He ordered from a French sculptor a marble group including himself with Napoleon, Alexander the Great, and one or two others whom he deemed worthy of the honor.
He ransacked Europe for decorations, employing policy, money and intrigue to cajole the orders he coveted from kings and rulers. On state occasions his breast was covered from shoulder to shoulder with crosses, stars, golden roses, medals and ribbons. It was said that the man who could contrive for him a new decoration, or invent some new method of extolling his greatness, might plunge a hand deep into the treasury.
This was the man upon whom Billy Keogh had his eye. The gentle buccaneer had observed the rain of favors that fell upon those who ministered to the president"s vanities, and he did not deem it his duty to hoist his umbrella against the scattering drops of liquid fortune.
In a few weeks the new consul arrived, releasing Keogh from his temporary duties. He was a young man fresh from college, who lived for botany alone. The consulate at Coralio gave him the opportunity to study tropical flora. He wore smoked gla.s.ses, and carried a green umbrella. He filled the cool, back porch of the consulate with plants and specimens so that s.p.a.ce for a bottle and chair was not to be found. Keogh gazed on him sadly, but without rancor, and began to pack his gripsack. For his new plot against stagnation along the Spanish Main required of him a voyage overseas.
Soon came the ~Karlsefin~ again--she of the trampish habits--gleaning a cargo of coconuts for a speculative descent upon the New York market. Keogh was booked for a pa.s.sage on the return trip.
"Yes, I"m going to New York," he explained to the group of his countrymen that had gathered on the beach to see him off. "But I"ll be back before you miss me. I"ve undertaken the art education of this piebald country, and I"m not the man to desert it while it"s in the early throes of tintypes."
With this mysterious declaration of his intentions Keogh boarded the ~Karlsefin~.
Ten days later, shivering, with the collar of his thin coat turned high, he burst into the studio of Carolus White at the top of a tall building in Tenth Street, New York City.
Carolus White was smoking a cigarette and frying sausages over an oil stove. He was only twenty-three, and had n.o.ble theories about art.
"Billy Knight!" exclaimed White, extending the hand that was not busy with the frying pan. "From what part of the uncivilized world, I wonder!"
"h.e.l.lo, Carry," said Keogh, dragging forward a stool, and holding his fingers close to the stove. "I"m glad I found you so soon. I"ve been looking for you all day in the directories and art galleries. The free-lunch man on the corner told me where you were, quick. I was sure you"d be painting pictures yet."
Keogh glanced about the studio with the shrewd eye of a connoisseur in business.
"Yes, you can do it," he declared, with many gentle nods of his head. "That big one in the corner with the angels and greeh clouds and band-wagon is just the sort of thing we want. What would you call that, Carry--scene from Coney Island, ain"t it?"
"That," said White, "I had intended to call The Translation of Elijah," but you may be nearer right than I am."
"Name doesn"t matter," said Keogh, largely; "it"s the frame and the varieties of paint that does the trick. Now, I can tell you in a minute what I want. I"ve come on a little voyage of two thousand miles to take you in with me on a scheme. I thought of you as soon as the scheme showed itself to me. How would you like to go back with me and paint a picture? Ninety days for the trip, and five thousand dollars for the job."
"Cereal food or hair-tonic posters?" asked White.
"It isn"t an ad."
"What kind of a picture is it to be?"
"It"s a long story," said Keogh.
"Go ahead with it. If you don"t mind, while you talk I"ll just keep my eye on these sausages. Let "em get one shade deeper than a Vand.y.k.e brown and you spoil "em."