Were you to refer (with your northern prejudices) to the vivacious past of Mrs. The wife of the governor of the district, herself, who was of the proud Castilian family of Monteleon y Dolorosa de los Santos y Mendez, feels honoured to unfold her napkin with olive-hued, ringed hands at the table of Señora Goodwin.
His lady is easily queen of what social life the sober coast affords. Don Frank has lived among them for years, and has compelled their respect. Of the American, Don Frank Goodwin, and of his wife the natives have nothing but good to say. The Señorita Guilbert, you will be told, married Señor Goodwin one month after the president's death, thus, in the very moment when Fortune had ceased to smile, wresting from her a gift greater than the prize withdrawn. They say, in Coralio, that she found a prompt and prosperous tide in the form of Frank Goodwin, an American resident of the town, an investor who had grown wealthy by dealing in the products of the country-a banana king, a rubber prince, a sarsaparilla, indigo, and mahogany baron. They will relate further that Doña Isabel, her adventurous bark of fortune shoaled by the simultaneous loss of her distinguished admirer and the souvenir hundred thousand, dropped anchor on this stagnant coast, awaiting a rising tide. To the stranger or the guest the people of Coralio will relate the story of the tragic end of their former president how he strove to escape from the country with the public funds and also with Doña Isabel Guilbert, the young American opera singer and how, being apprehended by members of the opposing political party in Coralio, he shot himself through the head rather than give up the funds, and, in consequence, the Señorita Guilbert. "Let God be his judge!"-Even with the hundred thousand unfound, though greatly coveted, the hue and cry went no further than that. It is characteristic of this buoyant people that they pursue no man beyond the grave. Some one has burned upon the headstone with a hot iron this inscription: It is back of the town near a little bridge that spans a mangrove swamp. THEY will tell you in Anchuria, that President Miraflores, of that volatile republic, died by his own hand in the coast town of Coralio that he had reached thus far in flight from the inconveniences of an imminent revolution and that one hundred thousand dollars, government funds, which he carried with him in an American leather valise as a souvenir of his tempestuous administration, was never afterward recovered.įor a real, a boy will show you his grave. Revised TEIHeader and created catalog record for the electronic edition.įinished TEI-conformant encoding and final proofing. The original copy provides the running book title, "Cabbages and Kings", on even-numbered pages and the chapter title on odd-numbered pages. Indentation in lines has not been preserved.
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