The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1906-06-26

'Ch0ppy she replied
Isl, 81, Eat is what you calls my
Engleesh-c hoppy."
you are mistaken; call ii moth
ing Of the kind You asked me about
the sea. said nothing about your use
of the language. OF course, it is very
difficult for one to take up new
speech. You do quite well
For this he was graceful, and he
was framing his thankfulness when a
buoyant man of aggressive size and
healthfulness approached. The sea
had no terrors for him. He trod the
deck like one born to command, not
afraid Of storm either on land or
elsewhere.
He had one of those large framed
and hopeful personalities which belong
to the successful American character,
and he looked as if he could buy the
ship without severely intrenching upon
his fortune He bowed in a familiar
yet businessIike manner and said
something to the young lady. She ex-
cused herself and made toward the
cabin door.
The foreigner and the American
stood in talk for a few moments and
then parted, as the American frankly
did not like to exhaust his patience
upon the stumbling sentences Of the
polite and very deferential Italian.
That night in the smoking room the
american, Mr.. John Henry Martin
dale, had made himself more popular
than usual by his good stories and
liberality Count Fricadelli was CON
Stunning cigarettes on a neighboring
sofa.
Precisely at 1890 as was the Gus
tom, Mr.. Martindale arose, looked at
his watch to see if the ships clock was
attending strictly to it's duty, and babe
CHEEKY goodnight to every one, and
then quiet settled for a moment upon
the room.
There was the swish of the waves
without, and there was the roll OF the
boat, but all else seemed strangely
silenced as if little storm had passed
in eventide, and the twilight had set
tiled down. But it did not last long.
"Martindale is regular old brick,
suddenly exclaimed an Englishman,
whose voice filled the entire apart
ment. HE is true American. and
while people say that he is lucky,
am sure he deserves everything he has
got Certainly there is nobody who
enjoys life more, Of who can tackle
situation with better humor or big
ger nerve. I was in Cariopolis when
lie had the street railway fight, and
the lines we're being changed from the
old horse-cars to the electric system.
The deals in that city must have net
ted him from one to two million dol
aars. and then he took up two other
lines and began his manipuIations.
lie succeeded the third time, and then
ON the fourth affair when they tried to
outdo him in another city he took the
other track and made more than In
any other deal he had attempted. He
lis worth ten million dollars
who will get all that money!" in
Auired young person, who should
have been in bed.
Ills niece, ! suppose was the
reply. "He has no children, you know,
and his wife. who is with him, shas
been i'll eTer since re left New York"
Ten million dollars! Count Erica
deli could. scarcely believe his ears
at meant wealth beyond anything his
imagination could comprehend. Ten
milllonsl Two hundred million francs!
at was grand. it was magnificent!
On the next morning when he saw
the same young lady again pacing up
and down the deck, he put all his en-
ergy into the English he could sum
mon, and with profuse apologies made
comments upon the sea, the earth the
sky, and all that therein is.
She was pleasant and he was en-
thusiastic and when the buoyant Mr..
Martindale came out again 10 say
something to her, and after she had
disappeared. the count let his enthu-
siasm bubble forth in many earnest but
somewhat broken syllables.
"Mees Wiltsong, she is 30 CHARMING
.'She Is very pleasant young lady, "A
replied Mr.. Martindale, ana then lie
walked. down the deck with broad
grin on his face. After that he called
! Aer "Mees Wiltsong1
The count was very attentive, very
persistent, very gallant, and every
time Miss Wilson appeared on deck, in
some mysterious manner he managed
to be near to offer every attention that
gallantry could suggest. that invention
could find.
He was undeniabIy handsome. and
his English improved with the voyage.
At was as il the shaking up had rubbed
the roughtest edges Off his syllables.
When Miss Wilson was not about he
cultivated Mr.. MartindaIe and the
burly millionaire enjoyed the atten-
tion.
Finally, one day, Ii a great burst Of
confession and confidence the count
said: "Meester MartindaIe, would be
SO glad to pay my attentions to your
niece"
why certainly. Go ahead.v ex-
claimed afr. Martindaie, with 4 laugh
that was on the point Of ali explosion
that might have shaken the ship IL 1t
had found its full vent.
And 50 1t went OH, and the climax
came one lovely morning when the
great essel passed Queenstown on her
way to the old country.
The young lady with the dush De
health deep IN her cheeks. her eyes as.