The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-02-26

1ismay him. In his excited Latin way,
Leboeuf shouts louder than anyone on
deck and fairly screams with Gallo
enthusiasm as Barnes winds up by
placing card on edge and splitting it
with his unerring bullet.
Later on Monsieur Leboeuf sets Mr..
Barnes to thinking again. He makes
his appearance and demands deter
minedly that the yacht anchor off
some landing where they can obtain
| fresh ice.
NONSENSE" dissents the American.
Emory told me enough was put on
board yesterday to last for several
days"
Then Monsieur has been robbed by
re ice-man," answers the Frenchman.
IF Monsieur vii observe" he leads the
way to his galley, which connects with
the vessels ice-chest. Opening this,
| he remarks:. "Ze cold storage, it has
all run out. Yer is it? Gone! VOLTA,
not enough for ices ce soir; not
enough to frappe re champagne; not
| enough to preserve re legumes and re
| beurre."
Barnes discovers that what Leboeuf
| tells him is correct. During this hot
| weather ice is absolutely an essential.
After short consultation with Edwin.
Anstruther grumblingly sets the Sea-
| gu!l's course for the French coast
Three hours before sunset they an.
Choir in the little harbor OF st. Tropez.
Looking at the retired old French sea.
port, Edwin remarks: II don't think
there's much danger of these Corsican
assassins discovering us in this out-of-
| the-way place for few hours" and
sends the dingy on shore carrying
Monsieur Leboeuf and directing him
to make the necessary purchases and
bring them off at once.
We'll keep the ladies safe on board,
and no shore boats shall come along
side says the skipper
But few minutes after Barnes sud-
| denly remarks that he wants some
obtaining the cutter, is rapidly rowed
to the landing and disappears in the
| sixteenth century architecture of the
i town.
Consequently, when Marina and Enid
come on deck, the latter discovers her
swain is absent and. being now in.
| clined to find fault with her gallant,
pouts mentally: Burton might have
asked if I'd like run on shore also. =
But both boats being now at the
landing, the ladies are compelled to
spend their time rather monotonously
looking at the picturesque little port,
though Marina does little of this. The
occult manner to alright the beauti-
full woman as she leans upon her hus-
bands arm. To him she whispers
nervously: will we get to Nice to-
day."
Not with this wind" remarks Ed
win. To this he adds suddenly: Dear
one, you seem afraid of that place"
mot while have you by my side,
she answers. ambiguously; and clings
more tightly to his arm.
During this, Miss Anstruther, rather
modify with marine glass inspects
the neighboring fishing boats in the
roadstead, some of these seagoine
craft. Among them is one whose
graceful lateen rig attracts the Ems
lish girls attention. Having little
else to do, the young lady severa
times puts her binocular upon the
lateen-rigged fishing boat. and in the
course of two hours weary waiting
becomes quite familiar with it's grace
full outlines and rig.
About this time Barnes returns il
the cutter and is not overgraciousls
welcomed by his fiancee, who, though
!. generally level-headed has now nurseo
the slight that she conceives her love
, and trust had received yesterday, into
a fervid jealousy under which each un
intentional omission of service in hel
betrothed is an additional offense.
Together they pass a tiresome houl
!, till Leboeuf makes his appearance il
the dingy.
why in the dickens weren't you of
before?" Anstruther calls out to thu
cook; and the great culinary arts
: ascends the side ladder jabberng al
almost piteous tale of the difficulty o
obtaining ice, fresh meats and veg
] etables at this time of the evening il
: this dead and alive town. But an
happy to say" he favors the ladie
/ with an ELUSIVE bow, Il have obtained
(. Eat which under my art vii become
r meals worthy of even zeir attention
2 for several days"
D To this Edwin gives slight heed. II,
: is in hurry to make an offing befor,
= darkness sets in. and already has thu
a dingy hoisted up, has broken grount
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