San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-12-14

ty. don't suppose he would care for
fame. Notoriety is more in the line Of his
race and class"
So the two friends parted. having open
ed the gate Of fame to Gabriel Cole and
his supposed sister.
CHAPTER II.
FLEuR DE- MARIE.
With his back TO the frolicsme, foam
fiinged waves that come tossing and
tumbling noisily into Herne Bay, end his
face to the Dolphin Hotel, sat a young
man on camping stool, with his hat
tilted over his eyes, and his hands in his
pockets, the picture Of discomfort. He
looked hot and bored and cross. In real
life, it is said, only lunatics talk to them
selves, and none save poets, reformers,
and lovers have been known to solilo-
quize. Nevertheless, had Cuthbert New
en- given expression to his sentiments as
he sat on the beach, unshaded from the
July sun, his words would run thus, 1
fancy:
"Beastly place this; no music hall, no
theatre; not decent looking girl to be
met from the pier to the cliff. It's all very
well to breathe the ozone, but that can be
done quite as well, and indeed, a deuce of
a deal better, at Brighton. l like Brigh-
ton; it's healthy and wealthy. You get
fashion and fine air combined, sort of
London super Mare. I've half a mind to
return to town. Well, I'll wait and see
what Curzon says when l go in"
~ say, Newen, old man, why won't you
wear straw hat and white fannels. You
look warm. Nobody sees you here, we
are out Of our world-at least"
Newen glanced up startled.
That's just what l complain of, Cur
zon; but for all that am not going to
dress like hop grower out for holiday,
even here. No. Vice IL mode, say. But
what's doing at the Dolphinf Any fresh
arrivalsf"
"Yes, indeed; and that's what l came
to communicate. Something worth look
ing at"
"Whos the attraction Age, gender,
name, and address, if you please"
81 observe that you place age in the
first order"
"Of course, my dear fellow. II it is .
She and an old one, have no further
interest in her. hate women past thir-
ty. They ought to retire into homes for
decayed gentlewomen."
swell, this one, in particular, is young
very young"
Good, then she won't be old before
am tired of her. Proceed: name and ad"
dress2"
"Fleur de Mariew
"Who may she he when she's at homef
A French flower girl, or vestal virgini 2"
"Do you mean TO tell me you have new
er heard of Fleur de Mariei But then,
to be sure, you were in Algiers when she
came ont last season. She's the very
best thing in the singing line since Grisi,
believe me-"
What olficious godfather christened
her 'Fleur de Marief' Probably her name
is really Betsy Brown"
"What sacrilege to the Queen of Song.
No; her true name is Mysie OFarrell. 1
heard. On the night of her debut as Mar
guerite, certain royal parsonage in Her
Majesty's box was heard to remark,
Such face as hers must Eugene Sue
have seen when he wrote of the Fleur de
Marie The saying was caught up, as
princes speeches usually are, and the
name stuck to her.
when did this star appear in the
Herne Bay heavenf"
"By the IL :36 down. No end of lug
gage and companion. Are you coming
indoorsf believe the fair one is on view
in the coffee-room."
$50 she may be for all care. never
run after celebrities. like to get wo-
man into corner all to myself, and not
one who is looking over her shoulder at
some other man instead Of listening to
me. 1 prefer ring-doves to lions"
"Ab, well; must be of, for I've got let
into trip to Canterbury. "Ta-ta," and
with laugh he turned and strobe up the
beach, humming as he went-a broad
built, blue-eyed, bronzed Englishman, of
medium height, and captain of the good
ship Nimrod.
The dressing gong had sounded through
the Dolphin Hotel some ten minutes when
two men entered the hall and looked at
the clock.
"As thought, we are late" said the
captain, and he hurried up the wide
staircase, leaving his more careless COM
panion to follow at his leisure and pleasure.
At as slow pace as if he were taking
part in the Dtinltet dc Ia cOur, and as if
there were no such words as appetite and
dinner in his dictionary, Cuthbert Newen
sauntered down the long, dimly-lighted
passage, and entered his room to dress.
Cuthbert Newen was dandy from the
crown Of his close-cut, curly, dark head,
to the soles of his well-shod, we'll shaped
feet.
Whether his character was as eAemi-
nate as his tastes remained to be proved.
Hitherto his career had been one OF For
tunes favorites. He had seen the best
part of the world, but had never for one
moment roughed it.
81 say, Newen. are you readyf Soups
a thing Of the past, and if we don't mind
we shall miss the fish. came in to tell
you bit of news. No end Of go As
good as playr
"What's up. nowi Another prima don
ma arrivedT asked Newen carelessly, as
he closed his door and followed his friend
down the passage.
Snow that's a good shot, as it happens.
/ told you the Fleur de Marie was here.
Well, by the next train down comes her
great rival in all her war paint, the queen
Of contraltos"
"What, the Leopardi"
ayes, the Leopardess' herself Quite
hu CHANCE / haliava of cnnrsa the man.