New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-08-03

abe was The faster sailor of the two, and could
easily have dstanced them, had she attempted II.
II 40 CHANGED. however. that she altered her course
in such manner "a to bring her right across their
bows. Mr.. Ardent stood up aud hailed her. waving
his handkerchief The duke. who was still on deck,
turned with n start. recognized his relative. aud
after moments hesitation, gave an order to the
hclinsman There was no help for 1t. The yacht
came round into the wind. and IN three minutes
more Mr.. Ardent and Ambrose stepped over her
buwarks.
Well. my dear Otto" said the former, after he
had greeted his nephew and presented Ambrose.
" am almost tempted tn think that you nave some
lovely princess In your cabin. with whom you were
escaping 10 some summer ise Of the ocean. You
had forgotten all about your poor uncle and the
engagement with the CathmoQans. eh y
The duke smiled family, and replied IN Italian.
that lac would like to nioy few days cruising
about this lovely hny, before visiting his loriship
" II IL beautiful Ike Genoa" hc added. indicating
the ampuhcatrcd town with his hand.
The duke was very handsome, with soft. gentle.
rather srusuuus type 0f beauty. II lac hhd h1l lu
Ter intellectual development. Ambrose would have
taken him for poet. As II was Ina cnmelincss
scarcely preserved him from inugnihcance. But
there was u graceful easo I'm his mnun"r; nnd
subtlety of movement about the mouth hnd eyes
that showed refinement ana hgh brcc ing lheSe
hDyish sleepy Italian faces ara APT 10 conceal
Cutnplpvtt V aud dpuih Of character not ia the way
of energy. but of quickneas ana dvrrhly "t emo
tioual sensbity-that ouidoes out more trans
parent AuEp-SaVon organization, Inc unho Ah
hroso fancirs was probably able 10 perceive ana
tepl much moro than no could accomplish hnd
such persons arc pretty sure to mako themselves
The artist established himself Ia the storm vs. .th .
cirnt while Mt Ardent aud he nephew paccd "a"
de 'k. convotHing cntn"stlv in th"t own lhnguis"
Ambrose hrgnn 10 entertain ~ compassion TOT ms
young rival Which ever WAY his nlllit' i'A'rn lac
wa ihey TO selor u ho married M,,a o1I T., n
hnnda, and were Miss pMutnn 90 get him, Iva lln
would degenerate into tiss0ool lr' gnd 'nhde tle7
II Ambrose could have holprd him, lac would nave
done so heartily. l'ut there seems To br "a" way Il"
After "A while the duke went below, and Mr. Ar
Il d
" 'pnu the whole he observed, lhhh we Nh"ll
postpone our visit to the Cathmogan7 Tor dhY OF
two. The tact Is, mhtrlmohhl S'nVin' ~ "n a's
there, and otto Is very shy bird MY only d'S rs
* TO see the bow comfortably settled-Sone sensible
la ~ who would tako good care OF MN MISS
OMutan ISN'T phmnX; but who -
She has the advantage of rank p suggested Am
br ise.
| tries MI Ambrose. You Americans have escaped
| from IT. but where distinctions OF rank 90 eNS''
! ones only safety Is IN observing them vi course
there are many ladles MOI oeohglng w vuJ t
who would nevertheless be IN every way clRp' IoI
| otto; but Cathmngan and are Ola croh'e5' anu
| . the young man seems 20 aave no one else III
! particular in his eve"
!" Cone ~ thonght Ambrose " this man is renson-
| able enough. Somebody has been making noun
tain out of n moehill! Upon my word. ho.'tn'
Beatrice has been creating imaginary dIincutirs ne
tween herself and the duke. on purpose 70 Keep UP
| her interest in him" Aloud he said one can
| always see what Is IN young man eye by io'AhH
eTrue: they are great rognes" aesentcd the
other laughing II might be well TO make lnNeSti-
| cations However. here We are at our anchorage.
| I have taken rooms on Scllly-,t II would give Us
| great pleasure If You would dine with US.
| Ambrose cvcused himself. but was constrained 10
| prom 80 that he would breakfast with Mr.. Ardent
the next day. Tho duke emerged from ms caDln 20
! bid him adicu and remarked that. for himself. he
| intended TO pass the night on board his yacht.
Mind You don't forget again and leave me IN the
! lurch" exclaimed his uncle, hughngly' putting
| his hand Oh his shoulder ,
| The duke shook his head gravey There VII he
| bad weather tomorrow, think, lie SAID bu'
| we shall know before midnight