The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1919-08-28
Continued From Last Week)
CHAPTER ~. s>ILt%
Calypso.

VI course glance and the first
sound of his voice had told me that I
had to do with a gentleman-one Of
those vagabond English gentlemen in
exile who form type peculiar, 1 think.
TO the English race; men that are a
curious combination Of aristocrat and
gypsy, soldier, scholar, and philoso-
pher; men Of good family. who have
drifted everywhere, seen and seen
through everything, but in all their
~nnderings have never lost their sense
ana habit OF "form," their boyish zest
In living, their humorous stoicism, and
above all. their lordly accent.
Now that you have found us, Sir
Ulysses - continued my eccentric
host, mOtioning me, with an indie
scribably princely wave Of the hand to
accompany him-"you must certainly
give us the pleasure Of your company
TO luncheon. Visitors are as rare as
black swans on this Ultima Thule of
ours-though, by the way, the black
swan, cygnus atratus, is nothing like
so rare as the ancients believed. I
have shot them myself out In Australia.
Sill they are rare enough for the pur.
pose OF Imagery, though really not so
rare as human being one can talk
intelligently to on this island"
Talk! My friend indeed, very evi-
IDENTITY was tulker-one Of those fan.
tastic mOnolOgists to whom an audi
ence is little more than q symbol.
saw that there was no need for me
to do any of the talking He was more
than glad to do 1t all. Plainly his en-.
counter with me was to him like a
sprihs al thirsty land.
Solitude" he continued. us per.
haps the final need OF the huma u soul.
After while. when we have run the
yamut of all our ardors and our
dreams, solitude comes to seem the
>ne excellent thing, the summum
oOnum."
/ murmured that he certainly seemed
to have come to the right place for t.
"Very true. indeed" he assented.
with cOurtly inclination Of his head.
as though 1 had said something pro
found; very true. indeed, and yet,
wasn't 1t xne great Bacon who said:
Whoever Is delighted with solitude Is
either beast or gOd?'-and this
particular solitude, confess, some.
times seems to me n little too much
like that enforced solitude OF the
POntic marshes Of which Ovid walled
and whlmpered in the deaf ears Of
Augustus"
l could not help noticing at last
as he talked on with fantastic magnif-
cence, the odd contrast between his
speech and the almost equally fantas-
tic poverty Of his clothing. The suit
he wore. though still preserving q
certain elegance Of cut, was 80 worn
and patched and stained that a negro
would hardly have accepted 1t as a
gift; and his almost painful emacia-
tion gave him generally the appear
ance OF an animated framework of
rags and bones, startlingly embodying
the voice and the manners of a prince
Yet the shabby tie about his neck was
bound by ring. in which was set q
turquoise Of great size and beauty.
Presently. as we loitered on through
the palms. we came upon two negroes
chopping away with their macheteR
trimming up the debris Of broken and
decnying palm fans. They were both
sturdy, ferOciOus-looking fellows, but
one OF them was veritable giant.
Behold by bodyguard" said my
magnificent friend. with the usual pos