LEONARD T. TRAVIS.

P.S.  I did not care to disturb you by moving my trunk, so I left it, and you can make what use you please of whatever it contains, as I shall not want tropical garments where I am going.  What you will need most, I think, is a waterproof and umbrella.

P.S.  Look out for that young man Stedman.  He is too inventive.  I hope you will like your high office; but as for myself, I am satisfied with little old New York.  Opeki is just a bit too far from civilization to suit me.

Albert held the letter before him and read it over again before he moved.  Then he jumped to the window.  The boat was gone, and there was not a sign of it on the horizon.

“The miserable old hypocrite!” he cried, half angry and half laughing.  “If he thinks I am going to stay here alone he is very greatly mistaken.  And yet, why not?” he asked.  He stopped soliloquizing and looked around him, thinking rapidly.  As he stood there, Stedman came in from the other room, fresh and smiling from his morning’s bath.

“Good-morning,” he said, “where’s the consul?”

“The consul,” said Albert, gravely, “is before you.  In me you see the American consul to Opeki.”

“Captain Travis,” Albert explained, “has returned to the United States.  I suppose he feels that he can best serve his country by remaining on the spot.  In case of another war, now, for instance, he would be there to save it again.”

“And what are you going to do?” asked Stedman, anxiously.  “You will not run away, too, will you?”

Albert said that he intended to remain where he was and perform his consular duties, to appoint him his secretary, and to elevate the United States in the opinion of the Opekians above all other nations.

“They may not think much of the United States in England,” he said; “but we are going to teach the people of Opeki that America is first on the map and that there is no second.”

“I’m sure it’s very good of you to make me your secretary,” said Stedman, with some pride.  “I hope I won’t make any mistakes.  What are the duties of a consul’s secretary?” “That,” said Albert, “I do not know.  But you are rather good at inventing, so you can invent a few.  That should be your first duty and you should attend to it at once.  I will have trouble enough finding work for myself.  Your salary is five hundred dollars a year; and now,” he continued briskly, “we want to prepare for this reception.  We can tell the King that Travis was just a guard of honor for the trip, and that I have sent him back to tell the President of my safe arrival.  That will keep the President from getting anxious.  There; is nothing,” continued Albert, “like a uniform to impress people who live in the tropics, and Travis, it so happens, has two in his trunk.  He intended to wear them on State occasions, and as I inherit the trunk and all that is in it, I intend to wear one of the uniforms, and you can have the other.  But I have first choice, because I am consul.”