The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-03-24

sum In readiness.
The character OF the man lay re-
vsaled In that act. a. also In the way
No had kept dumb about Yves till the
moment OF his purpose.
0aspard felt certain that had II
suited his interests Sagesse would
have betrayed him to the authorities.
e
He was awakened next morning by
the roar of the anchor chain through
the hawse-pipe.
Five minutes later he was on deck.
La Belle Arlesienne, steered by
magic hands during the night. had
raised some magic horizon and passed
1t TO anchor Ia paradise. 10 II seemed
to him A. his eyes travelled from the
cloud turban of Mont Pelec colored
bling woods. the cascades OF leaping
foliage high, far on, dark In shadow,
falling to tho hillside city: and the
city breaking from the woods. falling
street by street to tho harbor's edge.
palm tops peeping above the red-tiled
roofs; houses, shadows, palms; trac-
cry Of gardens. sQuares. step Nights
from street to street; old moss grown
nights Of steps, old gardens and
the grenadilla and the neur d'amour:
old houses. heavy-built and lightly
colored. all stretching from the great
high woods to the very edge OF the
shadowy harbor In whose depths tho
blue Of night still lay.
The blue Of night-though tho sky
above Pelee was ablaEe with the
morning blue. Over on the east Of the
island At 0rande Anse the morning
was already full and splendid. but
here the shadow Of peak and morn
pSr<h In rn
oscuro. The city. seen ~ through
u vague veil Of gauze, seemed asleep,
yet It was burning with early morn
Ing life. and Oaspard. a. he watched,
could zee the moving figures Of PEG
pie, forms trickling down tho steep
flights Of steps leading from street 10
atreet. ana swarming by the seq Steps
and harbor side.
Gaspard had never seen anything
Mt all like this. He had seen many a
tropic town where the Halvani zed tin
roof Of the trader, or the rigid out,
lines OF the Methodist meeting house
broke crudely through the beauty OF
palmiste and orange. But st. Pierre
lay before him beautiful, absolutely
beautiful. like . dream city set In
Wonderland.
Nothing could be more strange or
more poetical than the city reaching
from these woods to the shalowy sea,
Other vessels were anchored IN tho
harbor, boats were putting out from
tho shore: now. clear and sharp cut.
through the vague noises Of early
morning came the note OF q buqle
from the fort. and from a sailing
ship away TO starboard the clank OF
capstan pnwls and the cry OF sailors
hauling on the halyards.
With and through everything came
the perfume OF the land, earth and
troplc hOWcrV, Jasmine and vsnjlla
scents, mixed with the scent OF the
sen.
The canoe men had offered TO row
Sagesse and Gaspard ashore, and the
captain had evidently told them of
tho fate OF the Rhone. for. as they
crossed the harbour. Gaspard found
himself an object OF interest and
piled with hundred questions.
Sagesse was In grand good humor
too. seemed the port officers The
Joyous city seemed to radiate gayety:
the languor OF midday had not yet
fallen upon n and II laughed like a
child awakened by kiss on bright
morning.
Tho harbor side was crowded
naked children, half-naked men,
apricot colored men, chattering In
that French worn smooth which Is
the language OF the French West
Indies, a language in which Monsieur
becomes Missile, Maman. Manman,
and France, Fouance.
Sngesse, bidding good-day TO the
port officers, struck uptown accom-
panied by Gaspard. Uptown, by
flights OF old steps. worn, moss grown
4. Ii -
houses and rooted with ribbon OF
binding azure sky. everywhere the
sound Of running water from the
thousand conduits and fountains
everywhere the sound OF the ses
echoing as In the whorl Of a great
shell.
The stepways led to streets. lines
OF blasting light and color. veran-
dahed, broken by black house shad-
ows, filled with colored people OF
all shades, all hues, from the mule
tresse TO the chabine: all busy. NOV
Ing. drifting, chatterinG, buying o'
selling, finely formed. graceful as the
palmistes.
Then mora steps haunted by foun.
tain and sen sounds, and they en-
tered a river Of iisht-ths Hue Victor
Hugo.
White umbrellas, striped verandas
black shadows, laughter. motion
color. colored people, colored clothes
lemon tinted houses. hower-blue sky
q street Of light beneath . roof ot
, azure. the Rue Victor Hugo lay be-
fore GaSpard.
There IL no sound Of feet: every one
10 shoeless: they walk In whispe'
! under the wonderful blue light OF thu
sky. these people, these men an'
women OF all shades Of yellow, grace
4, full. dignifed, gracious. who NIGH
seem the mhabitalts of dream cit,
but for tho sounds. OF everyday life
cries OF cigar vendors, and pastr!
vendors. and fruit sellers. children
voices, laughter,
From n flower-seller as they en-
tered the Rue Victor Hugo, Sagess
had bought n candy blossom whicl
F. he put In his coat.
He was eli fete and his good
, humor was Infectious: linking hi
. arm In that Of Gaspard. he had LEI
!, him into n cafe. cool. spacious shol
: set out with handicapped tables
On every table there was little bow
!. filled with bright-colored blossoms
; men were seated about. men In coo
white clothes and broad Panam
hats. A. Gaspard followed his com
ra0lop hot TIA "a hlAn hA vntira