SYNOPSIS,
sme
Alan Wayne le sent away from Red HL
his home, by his uncle, J. Y., as a moral
faliure., Clem drinks Alan's health on his
birthday. Judge Healey defends Alan in
his business with his employers. Alan and
Alix, Gerry's wife, meet at iy homeward
bound, apd start a flirt atl At home,
(derry, as he thinks, sec Alix and Alan
aloping, d ro and goes to
Pernambuco. Alix leaves Alan on the
traln and goes home Gerry leaves Per-
ngmbuee and goes to Plranhas. On a
canoe trip he meets a native girl, The
fudge fails to trace Gerry. A baby is born
to Alix. The natlve girl ta Ty te
the ruined plantation she is m 8 of
Gerry marries her. At Map h r Col-
lHngeford tells how he Fen
Per Cent Wayne -—bulldir v bridge in
Africa. Poliingelord meets b 3
baby and give er enc
serry. Alan comes b
not go home He nn
in the city, Gerry begir
garita's plant
ng ditch. In
letters and drean
ures Lieber's cattle
A baby comes to Margarit
meets Alix in tl
hanged. Alar
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Do you know the home long-
ing that comes to a fellow
stranded halfway round the
earth from his own dooryard?
Gerry and Jake, two forsaken
Americans, meet in these cir
cumstances in the heart of
South America and ange
dream-talk.
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CHAPTER XViil—Continued.
“Why
Mrs. Wayne —onl)
“And you don’t
the judge Weil,
Wayne and Mrs
Alar and
Their
denly
Wayne
lous
—the
all who
That
why
vv iat are
1e after:
hesit
0UTrse
‘I don’t
Y. wants
“that J.
He
aaid
to shake hands with me.”
don’ wants to, ei
ther, my Dog ut lo know this,
He's man, but there's never
a dny $ too rushed to think of
you.'
Alan stopped and held out his
‘1 am much ged to you,
T'm sorry think of it
i'm off office now, as
U've teleph Swithson.'
J. Y. received his nep
3
that ne
hand.
he sald,
myself.
soon as
obl
I didn’t
to his
ned
ww with ont.
His rugged face was
it up with the rare smile that came
for it was the far-flung
visible expression of a deep
stretched
to it seldom,
the
commotion
“1 Just dropped in, sir,” sald
“tr Buy I'm off
South America Africa seems
mking a year off.”
They and
for a moment and then J. Y. arose
and held out his band again. “If that's
the cane,” he said, won't keep you.
Good-by and good luck.”
“(iood-by, sir,” sald Alan
As hie reached the door J. Y. spoke
again. “Alan” ‘I'm giad you
fropped in.”
“1 am too, sir,” said Alan.
He wag just leaving the sedate old
office bullding, sandwiched in between
miodern towers of Babel, when a eab
8 up at the curb. The door opened
nd a girl stepped out. She suddenly
#tood still. Alan's eyes were drawn to
her and found hers fixed on him. He
drew a quivering breath. Clem stood
before him. She saw his hesitation
and a cloud came over the light in her
face. Her moist lips trembled, Thelr
hands met.
“Alan!”
“Clem!”
And so they stood, his oyes fixed In
Gers that were blue and deep. He felt
Lis son! sinking, sluking into those
cripple
Alan,
again to
to be
good by.
wnt looked at euch other
he said, *
she sald and he answered,
cooling pools. He did not wish ever
to speak agaln—ever to think again.
And then Clem laughed. Her eyes
wrinkled up. There was a gleam of
even teeth, The wind blew her furs
about her and lit the color in her
cheeks. “How solemn we are after
three years!” she cried. “Three years,
Alan. Aren't you ashamed?”
Alan felt a sense of sudden insula-
tion as though she had deliberately
cut current that had flowed so
strongly between them. “I am
away,” he akly
waved at an approaching four-wheeler,
piled high with traveling kit and
voyed by his hurried but never
servant,
But Clem stuck
ly? she
the
going
and
stammered we
to her guns
glance at
arching
sald with na
loaded cab and with
Then her
can't expect
you? We seem to
eeting when you
ing away. T
hurry. Good-by
gloved hand.
Alan's spirit was
and this, he
var. He
wp
it,” he drawled.
lem before but
eyebrows,
smile burst
me to
be
here
sudder
braced
1
He |
¥
100 wice |
to (
er taken up ti
with him “Besides,”
“there's a difference
after ma.”
before
ran
Uravely
And
tliat
“Double
in ten
ver and
seat to
the pon
Gerry spent i
+
Ma
MLE
shelter from the un
raised
waited.
wir when a voles
He
drew nearer In a
in song reached his
The
tone,
Sura,
voice nasal
ch somehow sounded familiar
was unknown to him, it was
chanting a long string of doggerel end-
ing In an unvarying refrain
Gerry econld m out the longdranwn
tail-end of the song: “comin’ down the
drawr
English!
sic!
whi
thot
gh it
. io
Finally
3
the
American!
The {mnressions eame in rapid
Gerry strove to plerce
the darkness. He could hear the near.
by splash of careful mules, pleking
their way through puddles with finick
ing lttie steps. Ile felt a shadow In
the darkness and could just see above
it a blur of yellow Behind it, more
shadows. On an Impuise he did not
stop to measure, he shouted in English,
“Hallo, there!”
The doggere] was choked off in mid
flight. The yellow blur came to a sud
den stop and the nasal voice rang out
in quick staccato, “Speak gain,
stranger, and speak qnick!”
“It's all right.” Gerry langhed back.
“Where are you bound for?”
“I'm headed down the drawr lookin’
my
Cowboy mu
succession
feet, What do you know?"
“Can you see the water In the ditch
at your right?"
“Yasser, I can. 1 ¢'n see you, too”
“Well,” shouted back. Gerry, “your
eyes beat mine. Follow the ditch un.
til you come to a bridge. 1'll meet you
there.”
Gerry found the little eavaleade
walting for him, six pack-mules, a na-
tive driver and, towering above them,
A great lanky figure in a yellow oll
skin slicker topped by a Dbroad-
brimmed Steteon. Gerry looked over
the outfit as carefully as the darkness
would allow and then sald tentatively,
“There's a house down there In the
valley.”
“Is the’ 7" drawled the steauger spite
ting deliberately into the ditch, “Well,”
he volunteered after a further pause,
“my name's Jake Kemp. The
this outfit is six mules packin’
and the greaser packin’
“That's all right,”
guess we can put you up.
He Jed the way and the pack train
splashed along after him. The mules
were soon relleved of thelr burdens
and turped into the pasture, Boni
faclo took the native muleteer away
to his quarters and Gerry
stranger passed through the house to
the kitchen
A patriarchal hospitality came nat-
urally to the inmates of Fazenda
Flores. [t was a tradition not only on
that plantation but throughout a vast
hinterland, where life was rude and
death sudden, to be gentle to the
stranger, to feel him and his beast
and to speed him on in the early morn-
ing. There was but one rule to the
stranger: He must keep his eyes to
the front. Jake Kemp had evidently
learned the brief code. He ate raven
ously, poured down coffee with the
recklessness of a man that draws on
a limitless power to sleep, and made
his few remarks to Gerry and to Ger
ry alone,
Gerry was feeling a strange elation
that he strove in vain to account for,
This was an American but beyond that
they had nothing In New
York and Texas are connected only by
fiction, Perhaps it was just curl
Curiosity invaded him. What
Texas cowboy doing on the road past
rest of
orchids
the mules.”
said Gerry, “I
common
sity.
was a
Fazenda Flores with a mule
orchids? AB nt wner declared
himself. “My 'sa Gerry Lan
he sald Jd down
sald
oF
train ©
“9”
hia vest
rette L$
pocke
erry had seen the ye!
the
low pa-
flaked to
the
“Alan!™ She Said, and He Answered,
“Clem!”
in and then he said
in his eye that was aimost a
# the first orchids
ma'ket under a
“1 guess them
that ever
dlamond
Here
ate,
traveled to
hiteh'
was an came
too Gerry did ne i to follow
it up. Once emp
seemed to acquire a sudden new ease
and mind. He hung by one
stirrup and leaned
“Stranger.” he
“I'm mu it's a
way "mu the Alamo to Noo Yawk
the hull country's under one fence.”
He waved hia hand and was gone af-
ter his pack train, lifting his mule with
his goose-necked spurx into a
ing canter. Two weeks after
ing, as evening was settilng
zenda the echo of a
mincing steps on the bridge made Ger.
ry look up from his work.
“Howdy.” sald Kemp and paused on
that to measure his welcome. He was
satisfied and urged his tired mule on
towards the house, Gerry walked be.
side him and learned that the ship
ment of orchids had just caught the
steamer at the cosst, Kemp unsaddied
his mule and tossed the harness and
silcker upon the veranda. As Gerry
was closing the gap into the pasture
Kemp came up and stood beside him,
Hie cast a knowing eye over the fat
stock. “You done a good job for Lie
ber,” he remarked
Gerry nodded a little sadly. “Yea”
he said, “the contract's filled. Lieber's
sending for the stock day after tomor
row.”
As they sat on the veranda that
night smoking endless cigarottes,
Kemp turned to his host. “Dye mind
if 1 stay over a day with you? Truth
is, 1 want to be'p drive that stock up
to Lieber's, want to he'p whistle a
bunch o steers along ounce more and
smell the dust an’ the leakin' udders,
an’ {I shouldn't wonder If 1 let out a
yell or so, corralin’ ‘em at the other
end.”
Gerry nodded understandingly.
“Why did you leave It?” he ventured
and then regretted and murmured,
“Never mind."
more in the saddie K
of body
Kuee and a
toward Gerry
aver
sald,
long
but
hh obliged to ye
nrotest-
his Pass
Flores, mule's
But Kemp was not offended, “Naw,”
he sald, “I hain't killed my man
lately anything like that, |
it,” he went on remini
I couldn't he'p it. 1 got
nights of pu'ple citles.”
“Purple what?" exclaimed Gerry.
Kemp took a from his
mouth and almost smiled. “Never did
hear of The Pu'ple City, i reckon?’
(erry shook his head, Kemp drew
a well-worn wallet from the capacious
inner pocket of his vest and took out
a ragged clipping. One could read in
the glaring moonlight and Gerry
glanced through the printed Hues.
Then he read them through again,
uot
left
, because
nor
seently
to dreamin’
clgarette
THE PURPLE CITY,
As I sat munching mangoes,
On the purple city’s walls,
i sard the catfish calling,
To the crawfish In the crawls
I saw the paper sunbeams,
Sprouting from the painted sun;
I saw the sun was sullen,
For the day had but beg
Of dusty desert
Ten thousand
Biretched out before the mornin
And the sun sat in the door
He sweated seas of sun ne
As he started up the sky,
And he drowned the purpls ef
In & teardrop from his
sky -road,
miles and
mare
No more
Look
N OF
The
shall
up at pu
purple roses
cheek
nurnple pansies
»
“Never Did Hear of the Pu’ ole City ?™
and leaning
and knee against
His keen aquiline
were lit up
arcely
his clgaretre end stood
with crooked elbow
a veranda pillar
fentures and deep-sel
by the moonlight and seemed
to belong to his grea loose Jointed
frame, He was loose jointed but like
a flall-strong and tough. “There's
one thing about the pu'ple *he
added, “the daylight always beats you
to "em jest Hke in the po'm.” He
turned and went off to bed.
Gerry sat on In the moonlight seized
by a strange the sadness the
spirit feels under the troubled hover
ing of the unattainable and the mi.
rage. Life had queer turns, Why
should a cowboy start out to look for
purple cities? It was grotesque on the
face of it but, beneath the face of it,
it was not grotesque.
Margarita stole out to seat herself
beside him. She glipped ber hand into
his. Bhe was worried, She was al
ways worried when Gerry's thoughts
were far away. “The Man,” she said,
for thus she had christened her baby
boy from the day of his birth, “the
Man sleeps, He cried for thee and
thon didst not come. So he slept, for
he fa a man,”
Gerry's thoughts came back to his
little kingdom. Ife sighed and then
he sinlled a smile of content. “It Is
late then, my flower?" He put his
arm around her, “Let us go to bed,
for tomorrow there Is work.”
“Tomorrow there ia always work,”
Hoves
citiea,’
ad ness
sul Margarita. "1 am not afraid of
work, The end of work never
Is the things {Lt tl
mike me afrald.” She, too,
the fluttering wings of
able Unknowing
the shadow of
city's walls,
The next day Kemp tried |
to help Gerry with the tilling
soll but the effort was still
had almost forgotten how
{i0r0e
comes it end
had
the
utood
siran
tly she
the ger's
born
to walk and
his high-heeled boots fell foul of every
He off to the
mn face, When Gerry
came in to the midday meal, he found
him with a saddle propped on the
arm of a bench giving the delighted
swaddled heir to Fazenda Flores his
first lesson in equitation.
That might they sat again on the
veranda steps but Kemp was not talk-
ative, He whittled a stick until it dis
appeared fn a final curly shaving and
then started fresh
one,
“Known [Lieber long?
at last,
“Golin’
hummock,
house with 8
wandered
immediately on a
asked Gerry
on two years,” replied Kemp.
“Does he live off his stock 7
Kemp looked up. “Haven't
ben up to Lieber's?”
“No,” sald
since 1 came
off the place.
you ev
Gerry, “it's tw
and I've neve
Lieber's been
of times
here
Ip
grunted
but
ed
as !
sober
ber had thrown |
the cat Kemp «
the gap bebind him
“I think I'l go
horses.” sald Lieber.
“You po and take yo' men with youn"
said Kemp I could drive this fat
bunch from here to
a hand to spell
Gerry expected a
some sort when at last ke arrived at
hut the things he saw there,
than anything he could have
imagined, left him calm and sumoved
as though some prescience had pre
pared him. The was built on the
usual solid lines bead-
quarters Great, rough-hewn beams;
towering rafters, built to carry the
heavy tiles and to bear their burden
for generations: uncelled, vast rooms
with caleimined walls: all these were
not outside Gerry's experience in the
new land. The strangeness came with
the rugs and the linen, the etchings
and the furniture, and last and most
significant, the shelves and shelves of
books and the tables piled with maga-
zines in three languages, Evervthing
hore the stamp of quality, everything
bad the distinction of a choice.
Gerry did not let his cariosity carry
him beyond a rapid glance around the
great living-room where they found
Lieber, bathed and freshly dressed,
superintending the making of ice In
the Intest Ingenious contrivance for
the pampering of the ploneer. “lee
water In the desert,” thought Gerry
and the phrase seemed to him more
than words-—{t seemed to paint Lie
ber dimly, but as the wind saw him,
ahead with
rv “y
me.”
had surprise of
Lieber's
stranger
hiotise
of plantation
In what manner will Lieber
and Kemp affect Lansing's life
with Margarita in this hidden |
corner of the world? +
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