The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-07-30

world. They'll see the races and have
some repairs
"How interesting! 1 know Sin
Brooke very WE'LL" said Mrs. bennett
bennett, on the report. "Prny 60 over
with my compliments tomorrow, Mr..
Vanderwater, If you can arrange il,
and bring him on board. a delightful
fellow" she added afterwnrd TO Lady
Christopher, who herself did not know
Sir Brooke, but resented having the fact
recognized.
81 believe" said Lady Christopher,
"tbat he has some peculiar precedence,
some long descended rights. We have
families, perhaps you knew, that need
not take off their hats 10 the queen
II should think any gentleman
would" said Mrs. bennett bennett.
"Oh, over here. don't you know, you
hardly understand all that the peer
age"
"My dear!" said Mrs. Dennett Den
nett. "As if / hadn't seen peerage
on every drawing-room table in Lon
don, thumbed like a Boston blue
book. Oh, yes. And Sir Brooke is the
heir presumptive of "A adukedom-the inn
beetle old duke is some sort of distant
cousin with no one between. He has
half dozen continental titles, besides,
that have fallen TO him iD much the
same way, and good ones, some of them;
but he never uses them; he prefers TO
wear his little English one" LAZY
Christopher's husband was only a
knight.
"And place for every one, sup
ipose." said Honoria.
"rlaces that are poems"
"And money to burn, i dare say" said
poor Charley Osborne.
Eyes, he owns, / won't say half the
iron and coal mines in England, and
about the same thirg as whole cities,
but he has really fabulous wealth-and
enough of our securities to make it very
we'll worth his while TO come over"
''IIe will not need to look for an
heiress then" said Lady Christopher.
"Nor have the chance. All the
mammas in London were pulling caps
about him last year--their frightful
capsl" said Mrs. bennett bennett,
who never allowed herself to be outdonc
in rudeness.
"They wear their own hair, don't you
know" said Lady Christopher. "And
the effect"
"Oh, that's very plain" said Mrs,
bennett bennett, looking for her cloak;
and Sir Brooke was quite forgotten in
the agreeable excitement of the skir
mish.
But over on the Pendragon, Sir
Brooke Beltanley was leaning on the
rail, nothing visible Of him but the
spark of his cigar. and looking down
and across at the Neckan.
"By Jove, Billvi" he exclaimed.
"Do you see shat?" and the movement
OF his cigar indicated the lighted deck
of the Neclan and the beautiful young
woman standing there while a dark
and slender foreignlooking man
dropped her wrap on her shoulders.
Tall, and rounded as Clytie might have
oeen, and with mass of red-gold hair
ripplng from forehead almost ms low
and full and white as Clytie's, too, in
tensely fair under the strong light, with
eyes like two great topazes, and with
mouth red and sweet and parting in
smile. she was like vision out here oG
the dark sea. She wore a white Vene-
tian silk, which she had brought along.
in case they dressed for dinner, be-
cause il would not cookie In the sea air;
and on her waist was one long stemmed
Nvide-blown American Beauty rose.
Charley Osborne had whispered to her,
rs they came out on deck that night,
that she, and not the rose, deserved the
name. But she had heard the phrase
before.
"Do sec what?" said the gentleman
ddressed, who was called Billy by his