She was on her way north； and Porto Cortez was a port of call。
That her passengers might not intrude upon the ceremonies； her
side of the wharf was roped off and guarded by the standing army。
But from her decks and from behind the ropes the passengers； with
a battery of cameras； were perpetuating the historic scene。
Among them； close to the ropes； viewing the ceremony with the
cynical eye of one who in Europe had seen kings and emperors
meet upon the Field of the Cloth of Gold； was Everett。 He made
no effort to bring himself to the attention of his former chief。 But
when the introductions were over； the Secretary of State turned
his eyes to his fellow countrymen crowding the rails of the
American steamer。 They greeted him with cheers。 The great
man raised his hat； and his eyes fell upon Everett。 The Secretary
advanced quickly； his hand extended； brushing to one side the
standing army。
〃What are you doing here？〃 he demanded。
〃On my way home； sir；〃 said Everett。 〃I couldn't leave sooner； there
werepersonal reasons。 But I cabled the department my resignation
the day Mendoza gave me my walking…papers。 You may remember；〃
Everett added dryly； 〃the department accepted by cable。〃
The great man showed embarrassment。
〃It was most unfortunate；〃 he sympathized。 〃We wanted that treaty；
and while； no doubt； you made every effort〃
He became aware of the fact that Everett's attention was not
exclusively his own。 Following the direction of the young man's
eyes the Secretary saw on the deck just above them； leaning upon
the rail； a girl in deep mourning。
She was very beautiful。 Her face was as lovely as a violet and as shy。
To the Secretary a beautiful woman was always a beautiful woman。
But he had read the papers。 Who had not？ He was sure there must
be some mistake。 This could not be the sister of a criminal； the
woman for whom Everett had smashed his career。
The Secretary masked his astonishment； but not his admiration。
〃Mrs。 Everett？〃 he asked。 His very tone conveyed congratulations。
〃Yes；〃 said the ex…diplomat。 〃Some day I shall be glad to present
you。〃
The Secretary did not wait for an introduction。 Raising his eyes
to the ship's rail； he made a deep and courtly bow。 With a gesture
worthy of d'Artagnan； his high hat swept the wharf。 The members
of his staff； the officers from the war…ships； the President of
Honduras and the members of his staff endeavored to imitate his
act of homage； and in confusion Mrs。 Everett blushed becomingly。
〃When I return to Washington；〃 said the Secretary hastily； 〃come
and see me。 You are too valuable to lose。 Your career〃
Again Everett was looking at his wife。 Her distress at having been
so suddenly drawn into the lime…light amused him； and he was
smiling。 Then； as though aware of the Secretary's meaning； he
laughed。
〃My dear sir！〃 he protested。 His tone suggested he was about to
add 〃mind your own business；〃 or 〃go to the devil。〃
Instead he said： 〃I'm not worrying about my career。 My career has
just begun。〃
THE BOY SCOUT
A rule of the Boy Scouts is every day to do some one a good turn。
Not because the copybooks tell you it deserves another； but in
spite of that pleasing possibility。 If you are a true scout； until
you have performed your act of kindness your day is dark。 You
are as unhappy as is the grown…up who has begun his day without
shaving or reading the New York Sun。 But as soon as you have
proved yourself you may； with a clear conscience； look the world
in the face and untie the knot in your kerchief。
Jimmie Reeder untied the accusing knot in his scarf at just ten
minutes past eight on a hot August morning after he had given one
dime to his sister Sadie。 With that she could either witness the
first…run films at the Palace； or by dividing her fortune patronize
two of the nickel shows on Lenox Avenue。 The choice Jimmie
left to her。 He was setting out for the annual encampment of
the Boy Scouts at Hunter's Island； and in the excitement of that
adventure even the movies ceased to thrill。 But Sadie also could
be unselfish。 With a heroism of a camp…fire maiden she made
a gesture which might have been interpreted to mean she was
returning the money。
〃I can't； Jimmie！〃 she gasped。 〃I can't take it off you。 You
saved it； and you ought to get the fun of it。〃
〃I haven't saved it yet；〃 said Jimmie。 〃I'm going to cut it out
of the railroad fare。 I'm going to get off at City Island instead
of at Pelham Manor and walk the difference。 That's ten cents
cheaper。〃
Sadie exclaimed with admiration：
〃An' you carryin' that heavy grip！〃
〃Aw； that's nothin'；〃 said the man of the family。
〃Good…by； mother。 So long； Sadie。〃
To ward off further expressions of gratitude he hurriedly advised
Sadie to take in 〃The Curse of Cain〃 rather than 〃The Mohawk's
Last Stand；〃 and fled down the front steps。
He wore his khaki uniform。 On his shoulders was his knapsack；
from his hands swung his suit…case； and between his heavy stockings
and his 〃shorts〃 his kneecaps； unkissed by the sun； as yet unscathed
by blackberry vines； showed as white and fragile as the wrists of a girl。
As he moved toward the 〃L〃 station at the corner； Sadie and his mother
waved to him； in the street； boys too small to be scouts hailed him
enviously； even the policeman glancing over the newspapers on the
news…stand nodded approval。
〃You a scout； Jimmie？〃 he asked。
〃No；〃 retorted Jimmie； for was not he also in uniform？ 〃I'm Santa
Claus out filling Christmas stockings。〃
The patrolman also possessed a ready wit。
〃Then get yourself a pair；〃 he advised。 〃If a dog was to see your
legs〃
Jimmie escaped the insult by fleeing up the steps of the
Elevated。
An hour later； with his valise in one hand and staff in the other；
he was tramping up the Boston Post Road and breathing heavily。
The day was cruelly hot。 Before his eyes； over an interminable
stretch of asphalt； the heat waves danced and flickered。 Already
the knapsack on his shoulders pressed upon him like an Old Man
of the Sea； the linen in the valise had turned to pig iron； his pipe…
stem legs were wabbling； his eyes smarted with salt sweat； and the
fingers supporting the valise belonged to some other boy； and were
giving that boy much pain。 But as the motor…cars flashed past with
raucous warnings； or； that those who rode might better see the boy
with bare knees； passed at 〃half speed；〃 Jimmie stiffened his shoulders
and stepped jauntily forward。 Even when the joy…riders mocked with
〃Oh； you scout！〃 he smiled at them。 He was willing to admit to those
who rode that the laugh was on the one who walked。 And he regretted
oh； so bitterlyhaving left the train。 He was indignant that for his
〃one good turn a day〃 he had not selected one less strenuousthat；
for instance； he had not assisted a frightened old lady through the
traffic。 To refuse the dime she might have offered； as all true scouts
refuse all tips； would have been easier than to earn it by walking five
miles； with the sun at ninety…nine degrees； and carrying excess baggage。
Twenty times James shifted the valise to the other hand； twenty times
he let it drop and sat upon it。
And then； as again he took up his burden； the good Samaritan drew
near。 He drew near in a low gray racing…car at the rate of forty miles
an hour； and within a hundred feet of Jimmie suddenly stopped and
backed toward him。 The good Samaritan was a young man with white
hair。 He wore a suit of blue； a golf cap； the hands that held the wheel
were disguised in large yellow gloves。 He brought the car to a halt and
surveyed the dripping figure in the road with tired and uncurious eyes。
〃You a Boy Scout？〃 he asked。
With alacrity for the twenty…first time Jimmie dropped the valise；
forced his cramped fingers into straight lines； and saluted。
The young man in the car nodded toward the seat beside him。
〃Get in；〃 he commanded。
When James sat panting happily at his elbow the old young man； to
Jimmie's disappointment； did not continue to shatter the speed limit。
Instead； he seemed inclined for conversation； and the car； growling
indignantly； crawled。
〃I never saw a Boy Scout before；〃 announced the old young man。
〃Tell me about it。 First； tell me what you do when you're not
scouting。〃
Jimmie explained volubly。 When not in uniform he was an office
boy； and from peddlers and beggars guarded the gates of Carroll
and Hastings； stock…brokers。 He spoke the names of his employers
with awe。 It was a firm distinguished； conservative； and long
established。 The white…haired young man seemed to nod in assent。
〃Do you know them？〃 demanded Jimmie suspiciously。 〃Are you a
customer of ours？〃
〃I know them；〃 said the young man。 〃They are customers of mine。〃
Jimmie wondered in what way Carroll and Hastings were customers
of the white…haired young man。 Judging him by his outer garments；
Jimmie guessed he was a Fifth Avenue tailor； he might be even a
haberdasher。 Jimmie continued。 He lived； he explained； with his
mother at One Hundred and Forty…sixth Street； Sadie； his sister；
attended the public school； he helped support them both； and h