Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-12-26

4 and Goths came the no-iess
considerable invasions OF
American-made shoes, American
made millionaires and tourists. Es-
sential enough to down -the-heels
baronial estates and countless counts
the first two. but what of the re-
silient-necked genus tourists out OF
Chillicothe and Altoona, Keokuk and
Bloody Gulch. who spend an annual
million of American dollars on picture
post cards of the Leaning and Eiffel
towers and the doves of st. Marks;
another annual million up the Matter
horn, down the catacombs and on the
Lion of Lucerne; still another miscei-
1aneouS million or SO on french KID
gloves and filiet lace; Roman pearls
and Anderson seconds: Swiss chalet
boxes and mosaic breastpins; Chianti;
Carlsbad and bad corals, Moulin
Rouge: the Coliseum by moonlight
and gondolas by the hour?
There are quicksands in the tourist
hourglass. Life is short and art was
long until Cooks lassoed the world
with a lariat-shaped excursionist
ticket, and Baedeker compressed the
thousand halls of the Louvre INTO
ninety homeopathic pages; cataiogued
the universe and asterisked the Amer
lean plan and running Nater OF two
continents.
X X X x
an board the Roumania. under a
~ southern sky so blue that it
uuivered on the verge of sea-green'
half thousand first-class tourists
crowded to the lee railing OF the
promenade deck. edging. jamming and
leveling field-glasses at remote line
against the blue. so thin that a scnooi
of porpoises might ;.h nave tSs,r oe ena see"
Miss Esther Lefkovitch. tptoeing.
ouiyering, and her quick eyes framed
in a fringe of blowing curls and a
pongee tourists cap, grasPed ner aeas
thrust them into her fathers hand.
"See, papa! Land! Land! Here. look
through MIR. Danziger's field-glasses.
"Humph! Humph! See: Bertha such
. speck should be land.
see. mamma! Here. you iooK' TOO.
See. we're coming to Madeira Fun
chal is the name Of the town where
the boat stops for two hours, isn't IT,
Mr.. Danziger? Try to remember tnat.
mamma-Funchal, where they make
the hand embroidery.
"FunchalT
~ "No. no. mamma; you've got them
upside down. See. like this. Any
hody could tell, Mr.. Danxiger, by the
way we hold our field glasses. 'ha'
III anybody should ask you, Es-
Their, your papa and me crossed to
America when we was both little
enough to be carried in arms, and not
on such a grand boat IKE thls
neither, let me tell you"
Miss Lefkovitch smiled through
quick flush.
II didn't mean that kind of a
trip. Here. you see you hold them
like this, mamma, just like this"
Mrs. Lefkovitch leaned her ample
figure forward, focused. leaned far
Their to the leeward. her lips wry with
effort and as if she tasted quincy.
where"
There. mamma. right ahead"
Here, Mrs. Lefkovitch, let me ao-
Just the lenses for you"
mo. no, Mr.. Danziger, for myself
can see. Go away"
Mamma, And Mr.. Danziger try
ing to be polite to YOU"
"Such expensive politeness as Mr..
Danziger's can get cheaper.
Mammal"
Just what I say I mean"
Mr. Danziger plunged his hands
into his Scotch tweed pockets, and
beneath the visor of his Scotch tweed
travellers cap smiled down at Miss
Lefkovitch pushing there beside her
mother the rich raspberry RED or
shame.
your mammals all right. Miss Els.
ther She isn't going to let any OF
the fellows on this boat get too
fresh with her. are you. Mrs. Lefko-
She would venture no reply. but
passed the field glasses via her
daughter. back him. 55-5iG 81
II tell you. Aaron. Gott sci dank. II
there is land undex our feet. Just see
how far away it looks"
Mr.. Lefkovitch thrust forward
face covered with q stubble Of black
and gray beard. A smile broke
through it like the white grin of
q faun showing through bracken.
you. but that i 2ghf Tor you"
Bent were S,hi6 shoulders. as IL
across his back laS<a pack filled with
years -Four deGdes previous there
buys at her sfocps Fine and the inch
for-inch doggsdness that had stopped
his shoulders. had metamorphosed
that pack on the back into a plate-
s sas. T.sssans leased s
feet of the most expensive Broadway
frontage in the world.
But even Atias relieved Of his
vault would, for cheer physiological
reasons 1 have e faessne world staa ssoop-
with his latter years light. still let his
head rest like q ball in the valley be-
tween his shoulders.
That such q piece Of string out
there. Bertha, should be land"
II tell you. it amt none too soon
for me- Enough Of sea I've got.
: Never 50 long until I die can I for
get them three rough days. Aaron.
Like my own feelings wasn't enough.
I had to have you yet ON my neck and
crying like q baby should lay down
by you to die"
ZACH now, Bertha, never in my life
did l ask such . thing"
Enough Of sea IL enough, let me tell
you. Like ! say ten times a day, IL not
for you wanting Europe and to meet
new people. Esther. your papa and me
would ten times over rather be home in
our comfortable nat in New York. Amt
it. Aaron? Ten times more as this?
''Ja, Bertha. but-enough of your life
you've lived on land not to be SO rest
less on sea a few days"
'On land. Aaron. many things can't
happen what happens on sea-.
The tall end Of her glance, pointed
and dartingly quick, was for Mr.. DAN
Tiger and his arm, which lay along her
daughters in an approach to a caress.
Mr. Lef<ovitch turned from the rail-
ing and the white froth Of water kick
ing out from the ships huge flank and
the quiet swish swash of a quiet sea,
and quirked his left eye with lightning
quick and vulpine slyness toward Mr..
Danziger.
Tonight. Danziger. Officer Childs
says we can have our last little game
up in the lounge room. SO through the
windows we can see the Gibraltar when
she comes in sight"
Aaron, =
ZACH now, Bertha; tomorrow don't
We Ia nd in NaOleS for good? ask YOU.