The Brand of Silence | Page 2

chance to
return to New York? Ask me!"
"I have my answer," Prale said, laughing a bit. "And judge, then, how I
like it--when I have not seen it for ten years."
"Haven't seen New York for ten years?" Rufus Shepley gasped.
"A whole decade," Prale admitted.
"Been down in Honduras all that time?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you live to tell it? You are my idea of a real man!" Rufus Shepley
said.
Shepley took a cigar from his vest pocket, bit off the end, lighted it, and
puffed a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Rufus Shepley was a man
of fifty, and looked his age. If human being ever gave the appearance of
being the regulation man of big business affairs, Rufus Shepley did.

Sidney Prale had held some conversation with him on board ship, but
they had not become very well acquainted, though they seemed to like
each other. Each man seemed to be holding back, waiting, trying to
discover in the other more qualities to like or dislike.
"Ten years," Sidney Prale went on thoughtfully. "It seems a long time,
but the years have passed swiftly."
"I always had an idea," Rufus Shepley said, "that a genuine white man
who went to one of those Central American countries turned bad after
the first year and went to the devil generally. But you don't look it."
"The idea is correct, at that, in some instances," Prale admitted. "Some
of them do turn bad."
"They get to drifting, eh? The climate gets into their blood. Do you
know what I think? I think that, in seven cases out of eight, it's a case of
a man wanting an excuse for loafing. I knew a chap once who went
down to that part of the world. Got to drinking too much, threw up his
job, used to loaf all the time, married some sort of a half-black woman
who had a bit of coin, and went to the dogs generally."
"Oh, there are many such," Sidney Prale admitted. "But the majority of
them are men who made some grave mistake somewhere else and got
the idea that life was merely existence afterward. A man must have an
incentive in any climate to make anything of himself--and down there
the incentive has to be stronger."
"I assume that you--er--had the proper incentive," Rufus Shepley said,
grinning.
"I don't know how some persons would look at the propriety of it. I
wanted to make a million dollars."
"Great Scott! Your ambition was a modest one, I must say. And you
managed to win out? Oh, I beg your pardon! It isn't any of my business,
of course!"

"That's all right," Prale answered good-naturedly. "I don't mind. I'm so
happy this morning that I'm willing to overlook almost anything. And I
don't mind telling you that I've won out."
"A million in ten years," Shepley gasped.
"Yes; and with an initial capital of ten thousand dollars," Sidney Prale
replied. "I'm rather proud of it, of course. I suppose this sounds like
boasting----"
"My boy, you have the right to boast! A million dollars in ten years!
Great Scott! Say, would you consider being general manager of one of
my companies? We need a few men like you."
Sidney Prale laughed again. "Sorry--but I'm afraid that I can't take the
job," he replied. "I am going to have my little holiday now--going to
play. A million isn't much in some quarters, but it is enough for me. I
don't care for money to a great extent. I just wanted to prove to myself
that I could make a million--prove it to myself and others. And, ready
to take my vacation, I naturally decided to take it in New York--home!"
"Ah! Home's in New York, eh? Old friends waiting at the dock, and all
that!"
Sidney Prale's face clouded. "I am afraid that there will be no reception
committee," he said. "I didn't let anybody know that I was coming--for
the simple reason that I didn't know whom to inform."
"My boy!"
"I have a few old friends scattered around some place, I suppose. I have
no relatives in the world except a male cousin about my own age, and I
never communicated with him after going to Honduras. There was a
girl once----"
"There always is a girl," Shepley said softly, as Prale ceased speaking.
"But that ended ten years ago," Prale continued. "I stand alone--with

my million."
"You advertise that fact, my boy, and there'll be girls by the regiment
looking up your telephone number."
"And the right one wouldn't be in the crowd," Prale said, the smile
leaving his face again.
"Well, you are in for a fine time, at least," Rufus Shepley told him.
"There have been quite a few changes in