The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and WomenSmith, Francis Hopkinson
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The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and Women
Smith, Francis Hopkinson
Short stories, American
income he could assure me would be so fixed that the light dues alone
would pay for the structure in two years--think of it, Senor, in two
years--perhaps less!--and forever after we could both sit down and
receive a small fortune, I by the Tampico in drafts signed by his
Excellency, and he in his own hacienda surrounded by the patriots who
honored him and the wife and children he adored.
At mention of the partnership a vague, cloudy expression crossed my
face; my companion caught it, and continued:
Or (again the voice slowed down) I would be paid for the structure on
its erection by me on the reef.
Again my eyes wandered, and again he took the cue:
Or--if that was not satisfactory--he would be willing to pay for the
ironwork alone as soon as it arrived in the harbor of San Juan.
My Spanish is more like an old uniform that is rubbed up for a parade
and then put away in camphor. Much of his talk was therefore lost on
me; but the last sentences were as clear as if they had dropped from
the lips of my old teacher, Senor Morales.
Half-rising from my chair, I placed my hand over my shirt-front and
thanked his Excellency for his confidence--really one of the greatest
compliments that had ever been paid me in all my professional career.
To be at once the partner of two such distinguished caballeros as
General Alvarez, the saviour of his country, and my distinguished
guest, was an honor that few men could resist, but--BUT--here I picked
up a lead pencil and a pad--BUT--the only way I could permit myself to
rob him of his just desserts would be--here I traced a few lines on the
pad--would be--my voice now became impressive--to receive one-third
when it was erected in the yard in Brooklyn, and the balance on
delivery of the bills of lading to his agent; payments to be made by
his distinguished Excellency's bankers in New York.
If the modification of terms in any way disappointed the gentleman from
San Juan, my closest observation of his smile and glance failed to
detect it. He merely quivered his shoulders--a sort of plural
shrug--rolled his cigarette tighter between his thumb and forefinger,
remarked that the memoranda were entirely satisfactory, and folding the
paper slid it carefully into his pocket; then with a series of salaams
that reminded me of a Mohammedan spreading a prayer rug, and an "A
Dios, Senor," the ivory-tinted individual withdrew.
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