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By O. HENRY
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[Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.]
But can thim that help others help them?—Mulvaney.
This is the story that William Trotter told me on the beach at Aguas Frescas while I waited for the gig of the captain of the fruit steamer Andador, which was to take me aboard. Reluctantly, I was leaving the Hand of Always Afternoon. William was remaining, and he favored me with a condensed oral autobiography as we sat on the sands in the shade cast by the Bodega Nacional.
As usual, I became aware that the Man from Bombay had already written the story, but as he had compressed it to an eight word sentence, I have become an expansionist and have quoted his phrase above with apologies to him and best regards to Terence.
"Don't you ever have a desire to go back to the land of derby hats and starched collars?" I asked him. "You seem to be a handy man and a man of action," I continued, "and I am sure I could find you a comfortable job somewhere in the States."
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firmed eater of the lotos, William Trotter had pleased me much, and I hated to see him gobbled up by the tropics.
"I've no doubt you could," he said.
Idly splitting the bark from a section of sugar cane. "I've no doubt you could do much for me. If every man could do as much for himself as he can for others, every man could do as much for himself as he can for others."  Country in the world would be holding millenniums instead of centennials." There seemed to be pabulum in W. T.'s words. And then another idea came to me. 