you tell me, please? Ah, you are all silent!" And she
croaked melodiously. "Now let him and his manna go along. But I have
enjoyed meeting you all, and I shall not forget you soon. And, Mr.
Smith, I want you to remember me. Will you, please?" She walked to Mrs.
Smith and the twins, and Shot-gun followed her, entirely hypnotized. She
beckoned to me. "Your judge and I," she said, "consider not only your
beautiful twins worthy of a prize, but also the mother and father
that can so proudly claim them." She put her hand in my pocket. "These
cat's-eyes," she said, "you will wear, and think of me and the judge
who presents them." She placed a bracelet on each twin, and the necklace
upon Mrs. Smith's neck. "Give him Gadsden's stuff," she whispered to me.
"Do you shave yourself, sir?" said I, taking out the Stropine. "Vaseline
and ground shells, and will last your life. Rub the size of a pea on
your strop and spread it to an inch." I placed the box in Shot-gun's
motionless hand. "And now, Gadsden, we'll take the train," said Mrs.
Brewton. "Here's your lunch! Here's your wine!" said the orator, forcing
a basket upon me. "I don't know what we'd have done without you and your
mother." A flash of indignation crossed Mrs. Brewton's face, but changed
to a smile. "You've forgot to name my girls!" exclaimed Shot-gun,
suddenly finding his voice. "Suppose you try that," said Mrs. Brewton to
me, a trifle viciously. "Thank you," I said to Smith. "Thank you.
I--" "Something handsome," he urged. "How would Cynthia do for one?" I
suggested. "Shucks, no! I've known two Cynthias. You don't want that?"
he asked Mrs. Smith; and she did not at all. "Something extra, something
fine, something not stale," said he. I looked about the room. There was
no time for thought, but my eye fell once more upon Cuba. This reminded
me of Spain, and the Spanish; and my brain leaped. "I have them!"
I cried. "'Armada' and 'Loyola.'" "That's what they're named!" said
Shot-gun; "write it for us." And I did. Once more the band played, and
we left them, all calling, "Good-bye, ma'am. Good-bye, judge," happy
as possible. The train was soon going sixty miles an hour through the
desert. We had passed Lordsburg, San Simon, and were nearly at Benson
before Mrs. Brewton and Gadsden (whom she made sit down with us) and I
finished the lunch and champagne. "I wonder how long he'll remember me?"
mused Mrs. Brewton at Tucson, where we were on time. "That woman is not
worth one of h