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Dicky laughed and threw down his papers. “The _vino blanco_ stage is
past. It has served its turn. Perhaps, after all, there was less
entered my mouth and more my ears than people thought. But, there will
be no more maps or frowns to-night. I promise you that. Come.”
They sat upon a reed _silleta_ at the window and watched the quivering
gleams from the lights of the _Catarina_ reflected in the harbour.
Presently Pasa rippled out one of her infrequent chirrups of audible
laughter.
“I was thinking,” she began, anticipating Dicky’s question, “of the
foolish things girls have in their minds. Because I went to school in
the States I used to have ambitions. Nothing less than to be the
president’s wife would satisfy me. And, look, thou red picaroon, to
what obscure fate thou hast stolen me!”
“Don’t give up hope,” said Dicky, smiling. “More than one Irishman has
been the ruler of a South American country. There was a dictator of
Chili named O’Higgins. Why not a President Maloney, of Anchuria? Say
the word, _santita mia_, and we’ll make the race.”
“No, no, no, thou red-haired, reckless one!” sighed Pasa; “I am
content”—she laid her head against his arm—“here.”
XVI
ROUGE ET NOIR
It has been indicated that disaffection followed the elevation of
Losada to the presidency. This feeling continued to grow. Throughout
the entire republic there seemed to be a spirit of silent, sullen
discontent. Even the old Liberal party to which Goodwin, Zavalla and
other patriots had lent their aid was disappointed. Losada had failed
to become a popular idol. Fresh taxes, fresh import duties and, more
than all, his tolerance of the outrageous oppression of citizens by the
military had rendered him the most obnoxious president since the
despicable Alforan. The majority of his own cabinet were out of
sympathy with him. The army, which he had courted by giving it license
to tyrannize, had been his main, and thus far adequate support.
But the most impolitic of the administration’s moves had been when it
antagonized the Vesuvius Fruit Company, an organization plying twelve
steamers and with a cash capital somewhat larger than Anchuria’s
surplus and debt combined.
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