New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-04
CHAPTER vIII-THE TIGHTENING OF THE
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closed in leaden shell and transhpped TO the
United States for burial; but womans within
interviewed Mrs Carmac suddenly decreed that
the nterment should take place at Nixon. Pont
Aven possesses cemetery of it's own. Nixon,
perched on the plateau of q neighbOrng HILL pro-
vdes final resting place for jewellers in the
valley. Ththcr was borne in state a huge caskct
containing the body of the dead millionaire.
Such funeral had not been seen at Point Aven
in many year. The village turned out en- masse.
BY that time every one knew Of the extraordinary
coincidence that brought Yvonne to the rescue of
wrecked vessel that had her aunt on board.
When the news spread that the woman was i'm
mensely rich local interest TO boiling point
Many and various therefore, were the conjectures
of the crowd as soon as it was seen that the
widow, who insisted attending the ceremony
was not accompanied by her niece. She es-
corted 10 carriage by her husbands nephew, a
tall, slim. dark-featured young man of arstocratic
appearance. In second carriage were seated
Bennett, the lawyer. head of the firm of Bennett,
Son & Ioyle, an elderly man who had convey
ancing and mortgage stamped his shrewd yet
kindly face; Captain Popple hectic in suit of
black, and Raymond looking smaller and more de-
jected than ever in his mourning attire. That was
ALL in so far as relatives and friends were con-
cerned.
The third and last carriage contained local
notary, the Mayor of Point Aven and Dr. GARNER
Mrs. Carmac's unexpected decision that her hus-
band should be buried in Brittany was made
known only when it was impossible for others TO
come from distance. With one exception, the
steward whose ankle was sprained the crew of the
Stella had been sent TO England; the million
aire was followed TO the grave by few who
acquainted with him in life. But the village saw
to it that the cortege lost nothing in dignity
size. Gendarmes, custom house officials and va
rious town functionaries marched behind the car
riages. Half dozen sailors of the French ma
rine yielded to the national love of a spectacle
and fell into line Then the townsfolk in
serried ranks, the Breton garb of men and women
adding a semi-barbaric touch of color.
A Paris correspondent Of New York daily
pressed the opinion to colleague that the be-
reaved wife had acted right in burying her hus-
band within sight of the that had claimed
him a victim.
AT first" he said 81 thought it a somewhat
peculiar proceeding. Now l begin TO understand.
If I had any choice in the matter should
tanly prefer to find my last home in this peace
full little spot rather than fill lot No. so-andso in
a crowded cemetery"
Tastes differ" said the other. Personally, I'd
like to have my ashes bottled and put in win
dow overlooking Broadway. Who comes in for
al the money!"
"The widow I'm told"
Doesn't young Tosdyke get slice?'
Don't know. No good trying to worm anything
out Of Bennett"
"Fosdyke looks like Southern Frenchman He's
English suppose
eyes, by birth and residence But his father
an American-came with a racing crowd
in the sO's-and married pretty Creole"
ooh, IS that it?"
q understand there's a drop of negro blood in
the family. too; away back perhaps but unmis-
taxable. Did you ever meet Carmac"
NO"
"A tremendous fellow; but years ago he was as
thin as Fosdyke."
"How did they make their money!"
Cotton, and backing the North during the Civil
War That's why they left the States The pure
blooded Southerners didn't like em anyway, and
the men who fought under Lee and Stonewall
Jackson would have tarred and feathered the
whole tribe afterward"
whats this hear about niece discovered in
Pont Aven by the LADY,"
Haven't you seen her."
"No"
"Then take my advice and quit by the next
train You're too impressionable. One glimpse
OF her, ana your lie 3 WIeChs one inc prev
test ever"
'Why isn't she here to-day"
ASK me another. But if ! were Fosdyke I'd be
in no hurry to rush back TO smoky London. BY
hook or crook I'd keep uncle's money in the fam
lily"
This we'll informed cynic had not gone inch
beyond the known facts concerning the Carmacs.
At twenty-five the man now dead endowed
with that which is often the heritage of men and
women Of mixed descent, when all other traces
Of negroid strain are eliminated save the black
and plentiful hair, the brilliant eyes, the strong
white teeth, a supple frame and definite thick
ness Of skin that makes for perfect complexion
and cOlorng.
As Walter Carmac had been in youth so was his
nephew now Rupert Fosdyke had often been de-
scrbed as "the best looking man in London soci-
ETY." The tribute came from the opposite SEX
Men, for the most part, disiked him because OF
his egregious vanity. But he was no carpet
knight. He played polo regularly at Ranelagh,
was keen fox hunter and had ridden his own
horses in steeplechases at Warwick, bennington
and other county fixtures lie was prominent
FIRST nighter" in theatrical circles, and knew
great many musical comedy celebrities by abbre-
waited versions of their assumed Christian names.
This latter weakness had brought him into court
as principal in somewhat notorious breach of
promise case and his uncle and he had quarreled
irrevocably on that occasion.
Rupert regarded the older as philan-
thropic "muT," and dared to tell him so, though
such candor was likely to prove expensive. His