The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1919-08-28
look at your muscles, samson-there',
good boyr"


Ing power. but beautiful In its play Of
muscles as that Of a god.
Leaving Samson and Erebus to con-
unue their savage play with their
machetes. we walked on through the
palms, which here gave a particularly
)ungielike appearance to the scene
from the fact of their being bowed
out from their roots and sweeping up-
ward In great curves. One involunta-
riiy looked for man-eating tiger at
any moment, standing striped and
splendid in one Of the openings.
Then suddenly to the right, there
came flash OF level green. suggesting
lawns, and the outlines Of house.
partly covered with brilliant purple
howers-a marvellous splash of color.
"Bougainvillea Bougainvillea spec
tabilis-of course. you know It, Was
there ever such a purple2 Not Solo
mon In all his glory, ct cetera. And
here we are at the house of King
AlcinOus-a humble version of II in
deed"
1t was n large rambling stucco
house, somewhat decayed looking.
and evidently built on the ruins Of an
older building. We came upon 1t at a
broad 1talian-loOking loggia, supported
by stone pillars bowed in with vines
very cool and pleasant-with mossy
slabs for its floor. here and there
tropical ferns set out In tubs, some
wicker chairs standing about, and a
table at one side on which two little
Darelegged negro girls were busy set
ting out yellow fruit. and other ap-
purtenances Of luncheon, on q dazzling
white cloth.
"Has your mistress returned vet.
my childrenT asked the master.
mo, sar," said the older girl, with
giggle. twisting and grimacing with
embarrassment.
My daughter" explained my host,
has gone to the town on an errand.
She will be back at any moment.
Meanwhile. shall introduce you to a
cooling drink Of my own manufacture,
with q basis Of that cOconut milk
which I need not ask you whether you
appreciate, recalling the pleasant
circumstance Of our first acq,aint-
ance"
Motioning me to q seat, and pushing
toward me box Of cigarettes he went
Indoors, leaving me to take In the
stretch Of beautiful garden in front of
me. the trees Of which seemed literal
ly to be hung with gold-fOr they were
mainly Of orange and grapefruit
ranged round spacious beautifully
kept lawn with the regularity Of
sumptuous decoration. In the middle
of the lawn. a little rocky fountain
threw up Jet Of silver, falling with
n tinkling murnur into broad cir
cular basin from which emerged the
broad leaves and splendid pink bios
SONS Of an Egyptian lotus. Certainly
1t was no far-fetched allusion Of my
classical friend to speak of the gar
den OF AlcinOus; particularly connect.
ed as 1t was In my mind with the white
beach Of desert isle, and that marble
statue In the moonlight.
AS l sat dreaming, bathed in the
golden-green light of the orange trees,
and lulled by the tinkling Of the foun-
tain. my host returned with our drinks.
his learned disquisition on which
will spare the reader highly interest
ing and characteristic though it was.
Suffice 1T that 1t was drink, what
ever Its ingredients-and there was
certainly somewhere a powerful
"stick" in it-that seemed to have
been drawn from some cool grotto of
the virgin earth, so thrillingly cold
and invigorating it was.
While we were slowly slipping 1t, and
smoking our cigarettes. in an unwont-
ed pause Of my friends fanciful ver-
bosity,-I almost Jumped In my chair Mt
the sound Of a voice indoors. 1t was
instantly followed by a light and rapid
tread, and the sound of wOman's
dress. Then a TALL beautiful young
woman emerged on the loggia.
"Ah! there you areI" cried my host.
as we both rose: and then turning to
me. "this is my daughter-CalypsO
Her real name I assure you-none OF
my nonsense-doesn't she look it2 Al
low me, my dear. to introduce-Mr
Ulysses !"-for we had not yet ex-
changed each others names.
am a wretched actor and I am
bound to say that she proved herself
uO DSttCi. w BIC kdNc utClueu
start as she turned those glowing eyes
on me, and the lovely olive Of her
cheeks glowed as with submerged rose
color. Our embarrassment did not es-
cape the father.
"Why. you know each other al
ready" he exclaimed, with natural
surprise.
"NOt exactly"-I was grateful for
the sudden nerve with which was
able to hasten to the relief Of her love
ly distress-"but possibly MIss-Ca-
iypso recalls as naturally as l do. our
mOmentary meeting In Sweeney's
store. one evening I had no expecta-
tion OF course, that we should meet
again under such pleasant clrcum-
stances as this"
She gave me grateful look as she
took my hand, and with tor was 1t
t.So, ~,