Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-13

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TT was lovely then" There was a
dream in Hildegarde's eyes.
Tho hotel omnibus was out of service
n they rode up in carriages. The
season was over, and under ordinary
circumstances the hotel would have
been closed. A certain royal family
had not yet left, n this fact made the
arrangements possible. 1t was now
very warm. Dust lay everywhere, on
the huge palms, on the wlthered plants,
on the chairs and ratings, and swan
palpable III the air. Breitmann was no.
where to be found, but he lac seen the
manager of the hotel. and secured
Dom facing the bay. Later. perhaps
two hours after the arrival, he ap-
peared. In this short time he had COM
pleted his plans. As he viewed them
he could see no flaw.
Now 1t came about that Captain
Flanagan, who had not left the ship
once during the journey, found his n
foot aching for a touch and feel of the
land. So he and Holleran, the chief
engineer, came ashore d little before
noon and decided to have a. bite Of
maocaroni under the shade of the palms
Il tho Place des Painters. A bottle of
warm beer was divided between them.
The captain said Faughl as he drank 1t.
Try tn native wine, Capt'n," sug-
gested the chief engineer.
81 have a picture of Capt'n B1ana-
gan drinkin' the misnamed vinegar.
No Dago's bare fut on the top O. mine,
when I'm takin' a glass. An that's
tn way they make ut. This Napoleyun
wus O fine man. He pushed EN- round
some"
Sure, he had Irish blood in I'm,
somewheres," Holleran assented. But
I say" suddenly stretching his lean
neck, will we look t see who's comm
alongl"
Flanagan stared. IT ut amt that
son-of-a-gun ov u Picard, I'll eat my
hail" The captain grew purple. An
leavin' tn ship without ordersP'
An the togs!" murrnured Holleran.
Watch met said Flanagan, rising
and squaring his peg.
Picard, arrayed in clean white fan
nels, white shoes, a panama set rak-
ishly on his handsome head, his fin
gers twirling n cane, came head-on
into the storm. The very jauntiness
of his stride was as q red rag to the
captain. So then, a hand, heavy and
charged with righteous anger, de-
scended upon Picard's shoulder.
Right about face an back to tn
ship, fast as yer legs en- make ut!"
Picard calmly shook off the hand,
and, adding a vigorous push which sent
the captain staggering among the littlo
iron tables. proceeded nonchalantly.
Holleran leaped to his feet, but there
was a glitter in Picard.s eye hat did
not promise we'll for any rough-and-
tumble fight. Picard's muscular Shout
ders moved off toward the vanishing
point. Holleran turned to the captain,
and, with the assistance of a waiter
the two rlghted the old man.
do you speak English" roared the
old sailor.
Yes, sir" respectfully.
"Who wus that2"
The waiter, in reverent tones, declared
that the gentleman referred to was
well known in Ajaccio. that he had
spent the previous winter there. and
that he was no less a person than the
Duke Of But the waiter eve COM
pleted the sentence. The title was
enough for the irascible Flanagan.
''Th-hell-he-isl" The captain sub
sided into the nearest chair. bereft Of
future speech, which is a deal of en-
phasis to put on the phrase. Picard, a
duke, and only that morning his hands
had been yellow with the stains of the
donkey-engine DILL And by and by the
question set alive his benumbed brain;
what was a dukS doing On the yacht