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Updated: May 18, 2025
But well, I wish you could have seen that Timotea. Every man has his own weak spot." The gig from the Andador was coming ashore to take out the captain, purser, and myself, the lone passenger. "I'll guarantee," said I confidently, "that my brother will pay you seventy-five dollars a month." "All right, then," said William Trotter. "I'll " But a soft voice called across the blazing sands.
"So down from the regular capital he sends for Clifford Wainwright and makes him his private secretary at twenty thousand Peru dollars a year. Yes, sir so much. Wainwright was on the water-wagon thanks to me and Timotea and he was soon in clover with the government gang. Don't forget what done it calisaya bark with them other herbs mixed make a tea of it, and give a cupful every two hours.
The lower floor communicated by two doorways with the narrow, rock-paved sidewalk. The pulperia or drinking shop of the proprietress, Madama Timotea Ortiz, occupied the ground floor. On the bottles of brandy, anisada, Scotch "smoke" and inexpensive wines behind the little counter the dust lay thick save where the fingers of infrequent customers had left irregular prints.
Madame Timotea Ortiz, the proprietress of the hotel in which the game of Fox-in-the-Morning had been played out, told of the coming of the two guests to her house. "To my house they came," said she "one senor, not quite old, and one senorita of sufficient handsomeness. They desired not to eat or to drink not even of my aguardiente, which is the best.
"'Lie still, says I, 'and meditate on the exigencies and irregularities of life till I get back. "I went to a shack in Aguas Frescas where a mighty wise girl named Timotea Carrizo lived with her mother. The girl was just about as nice as you ever saw. In the States she would have been called a brunette; but she was better than a brunette I should say she was what you might term an ecru shade.
Both of us was broke; but Timotea sent us goat-meat and plantains and tortillas every day; and at last I got the curse of drink lifted from Clifford Wainwright. He lost his taste for it. And in the cool of the evening him and me would sit on the roof of Timotea's mother's hut, eating harmless truck like coffee and rice and stewed crabs, and playing the accordion.
"Yes, he offered me some pretty good jobs. But I'd have had to leave Aguas Frescas; so I didn't take any of 'em up. Say, I didn't tell you much about that girl Timotea. We rather hit it off together. She was as good as you find 'em anywhere Spanish, mostly, with just a twist of lemon-peel on top. What if they did live in a grass hut and went bare-armed?
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