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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
.
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withdrawn
.
Of
the
American
,
Don
Frank
Goodwin
,
and
of
his
wife
the
natives
have
nothing
but
good
to
say
.
Don
Frank
has
lived
among
them
for
years
,
and
has
compelled
their
respect
.
His
lady
is
easily
queen
of
what
social
life
the
sober
coast
affords
.
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
.
Were
you
to
refer
(
with
your
northern
prejudices
)
to
the
vivacious
past
of
Mrs.
Goodwin
when
her
audacious
and
gleeful
abandon
in
light
opera
captured
the
mature
president
's
fancy
,
or
to
her
share
in
that
statesman
's
downfall
and
malfeasance
,
the
Latin
shrug
of
the
shoulder
would
be
your
only
answer
and
rebuttal
.
What
prejudices
there
were
in
Coralio
concerning
Señora
Goodwin
seemed
now
to
be
in
her
favour
,
whatever
they
had
been
in
the
past
.
It
would
seem
that
the
story
is
ended
,
instead
of
begun
;
that
the
close
of
tragedy
and
the
climax
of
a
romance
have
covered
the
ground
of
interest
;
but
,
to
the
more
curious
reader
it
shall
be
some
slight
instruction
to
trace
the
close
threads
that
underlie
the
ingenuous
web
of
circumstances
.
The
headpiece
bearing
the
name
of
President
Miraflores
is
daily
scrubbed
with
soap-bark
and
sand
.
An
old
half-breed
Indian
tends
the
grave
with
fidelity
and
the
dawdling
minuteness
of
inherited
sloth
.
He
chops
down
the
weeds
and
ever-springing
grass
with
his
machete
,
he
plucks
ants
and
scorpions
and
beetles
from
it
with
his
horny
fingers
,
and
sprinkles
its
turf
with
water
from
the
plaza
fountain
.
There
is
no
grave
anywhere
so
well
kept
and
ordered
.
Only
by
following
out
the
underlying
threads
will
it
be
made
clear
why
the
old
Indian
,
Galvez
,
is
secretly
paid
to
keep
green
the
grave
of
President
Miraflores
by
one
who
never
saw
that
unfortunate
statesman
in
life
or
in
death
,
and
why
that
one
was
wont
to
walk
in
the
twilight
,
casting
from
a
distance
looks
of
gentle
sadness
upon
that
unhonoured
mound
.
Elsewhere
than
at
Coralio
one
learns
of
the
impetuous
career
of
Isabel
Guilbert
.
New
Orleans
gave
her
birth
and
the
mingled
French
and
Spanish
creole
nature
that
tinctured
her
life
with
such
turbulence
and
warmth
.
She
had
little
education
,
but
a
knowledge
of
men
and
motives
that
seemed
to
have
come
by
instinct
.
Far
beyond
the
common
woman
was
she
endowed
with
intrepid
rashness
,
with
a
love
for
the
pursuit
of
adventure
to
the
brink
of
danger
,
and
with
desire
for
the
pleasures
of
life
.
Her
spirit
was
one
to
chafe
under
any
curb
;
she
was
Eve
after
the
fall
,
but
before
the
bitterness
of
it
was
felt
.
She
wore
life
as
a
rose
in
her
bosom
.
Of
the
legion
of
men
who
had
been
at
her
feet
it
was
said
that
but
one
was
so
fortunate
as
to
engage
her
fancy
.
To
President
Miraflores
,
the
brilliant
but
unstable
ruler
of
Anchuria
,
she
yielded
the
key
to
her
resolute
heart
.
How
,
then
,
do
we
find
her
(
as
the
Coralians
would
have
told
you
)
the
wife
of
Frank
Goodwin
,
and
happily
living
a
life
of
dull
and
dreamy
inaction
?
The
underlying
threads
reach
far
,
stretching
across
the
sea
.
Following
them
out
it
will
be
made
plain
why
"
Shorty
"
O'Day
,
of
the
Columbia
Detective
Agency
,
resigned
his
position
.
And
,
for
a
lighter
pastime
,
it
shall
be
a
duty
and
a
pleasing
sport
to
wander
with
Momus
beneath
the
tropic
stars
where
Melpomene
once
stalked
austere
.
Now
to
cause
laughter
to
echo
from
those
lavish
jungles
and
frowning
crags
where
formerly
rang
the
cries
of
pirates
'
victims
;
to
lay
aside
pike
and
cutlass
and
attack
with
quip
and
jollity
;
to
draw
one
saving
titter
of
mirth
from
the
rusty
casque
of
Romance
--
this
were
pleasant
to
do
in
the
shade
of
the
lemon-trees
on
that
coast
that
is
curved
like
lips
set
for
smiling
.
