The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-27

stone, while indifferent clerks gossiped over the
 2 soda = fountains in the
 shops Any American would
 know that this must be a suRage
 Ar any rate that was much the effect that the first sight of the islands had upon Mir. Josiah B. Landscam- He <frfched the sides of his steamer-chair and leaned forward like man who was seeing things
 Look over there" he demanded, when nt length he became aware of my pres- ence Do sos see an5 thing
 But perhaps 1t were wise to pause at xfis point and recall the fact that had made his acquaintance, in a more or less sailing from Boston on a ship bound for the Mediterranean
 HYou're an American citizen?" he in- qeired, confronting me upon the promen- ade-deck, where he had been moving to and fro restlessiy. I admitted that ! was, but silently determined not to sign aur petitions thus early in the voyage.
 So many foreigners on board, I'm, nezfnninR to lose con1dence, he ex- p1ained. smiling bland1y. Met man ntfle while back, that thought sure was zn American from his clothes, so l spoke 10 him No parIor,' says he in reply.
 Try the snoking-room, said l. !. No -parlor,' says he again; and the hteward came along and told me that he was Dago and couldn't talk American. MT names Landscam-J Josiah B. Land- 3raEn, real estate not for speculation, but for investment- This is my first trip ncrOss the big pond
 could do no less than give my own narne, and state that was a journalist Hofng abroad partly on business and in Bart for pleasure; and the knowledge in Ia way disconcerted him
 IL L. something of a hustler myself. My father made his groceries; I've made eaane in real estate l own something ever seventy buildings. You can see Real estate, and you don't know what you gre getting when you buy stocks. He noney earns me from eighteen to tzenfy-four per cent" i" he said That's better than any stocks know"
 I believed at the time that he was buastinR, but I know now that he was telling me the truth His reliance was in real estate in double sense, for soon. after this preliminary conversation he disappeared from view and I did not see him again for two days. At the end of that period the sea had quieted down bit. and the empty chairs in the dining salon began to be occupied by pallid, 1r- certain passengers. MT. Landscam had chauged so that l hardly recognized him at first sight. He appeared to have lost certain amount of his rotundity, his round red face had become haggard and gray, and a mournful pair of eyes peered out from behind his gold-rimmed spec fzcies-
 HStomaeh no good, he explained, pa flrctica1ly. ~Been suffering from indiges- ton Seas no place for me, and ought ao have stayed on land"
 encouraged him with the assurance snat he was now over the worst of his II i. l. T4&- legs from that day; but he did not cease talking of the land. Real estate appeared to have gained a new and sacred value in his mind
 It was under these circumstances that he failed to return my nod upon deck pne morning, and I observed that his eyes had the fixed stare of vacancy.
 Look over there" he demanded, when et length he became aware of my pres ence- Do yoH see anything
 'fyVhat do you meanF r I asked in assumed surprise.
 a motion of his finger. Cant you see a rriountain rising out of the ocean right up h the cIoudsf Can't you really,
 ''TNho ever heard of a mountain in n1idoceansD replied, sceptically. ...
 And that settled him. Hey, steward r he called weakly. ~Serd for the doctor. I'm sick I'm in bad condition
 was obliged to countermand the order and explain to him that we were approaching the Azore Islands, and that what he saw was volcanic mountain upon one. of them.
 GYOu don't mean that there's land way put here7 he exclaimed, joyously. Well, am comforted-
 After that he haunted the ships of Gcers for information, and when we began to run along the coast of Saint Michael a few hours later, and he aearned that we were to anchor off the ciey of Ponta Dafgzda for the night and land passengers there in the morning he was fte happiest man aboard, not except Ing even the returning Portuguese i'm migrants on the lower deck.
 Poufz Delgada is one of those island cities that have a certain charm of their own because they relieve the monotony of the sea It is bit of old Portugal set down there hundreds of years ago. and all But forgotten; drowsy and com fer1ted in t1e mild irato,1ication of it's own sweet odors- Coming to it from fhe deep, the senses are ravished with the delicious perfume of flower and <<uif, while the city itself is still an 3<regiar mass of white stone buildings ; and the eye is not disappointed, upon coming closer, to note that no great docks rise for the accommodation of steamships or merchantmen, and that he who elects to go ashore must do so with such humble cOnveniences as the port 1 itself affords. Columbus dropped an