Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-02-04

FANNIE dOisSA IL you "
anna would-would leave me alone with
R;p for minute he--he might get to
Nis i;IS me, too. II like him-so there
Her Tor voice slipped upward and she
sot down hard and suddenly on the ex-
tsnsion of the mothers steamer cbalr,
ber lips quvering as II wounded ano
her I ewes, with a hint of tears In them,
.nrned away from the mirth OF the
nromenade deck. III
''"IIff you want to know it, II like
hin,-so there!' -, .,,s
Nrs Lefkovitch's face crumpled into
ny Esther. you!" A little sporty nix
like him. what travels more as ne ut :
tSnds @ TO business. That's what L need
vet VET, nv daughter what could have a
man like Abe
D' "you got to quit calling him a nix,
mama. He's just a prince, that what
he is. Papa says he spends more money
IN one day on this boat than all the
ctber cheap skate fellows put together.
Papa saw him with his own eyes give
away five dollar gold piece, to poor
sick fellow in the steerage.
ia, / know, l know. But never
IN nv life thought much
'He'd let cards alone. pretty QUICK,
LET me tell you. mama. II all the cheap
skates on this boat who lost their rev
dollars that first night wouldn always
be after him trying to, win them oack'
-Four hundred and eighty
"Look mama, look! On, mama, we W
ve-veve been missing it. Oh On!
In sudden proximity green as sward
and as if volcanic shudder Iao
spewed it. up through the sea, the Isle
Of Madeira, Tapped by waves and undei
the luscious kiss of a southern sun, lay
! with its fertile 1anks to seaward
Villages, toy size, perched on the slopes
in the attitude of sliding off. Vine
Yards and geometic truck gardens lay
10 the sun. In the background q
mountain lost its head in mist.
"Oh. mama, isn't it-isn't it gor-
ia. And you say, Esther, in Ma
deira is where we get the hand EN-
broidery so cheap"'
"Yes. yes, and see, mama, that darl-
Ing little white town
Zach, how I wish my boy Niche
could see it with me. tell you q
mother amt got much pleasure if
"See, mama, see the beautiful way
the ocean sends the waves running w
on the banks"
II tell you, Esther, and please Coo
some day you'll need them, such re-
lief it would be to me if. l could gel
you sheets and pillow cases here al
ready made up. That Mrs. Kron from
Milwaukee. who is on this boat, says
she got all her daughters troussear
right here OH
"0h, mama, mama, see that towr
around the bend-look how big be
that's Funchal. Look, mama, just
around those beautiful hills"
Sheets and pillowcases Already
But her daughter was off toward th'
captains bridge, stiff breeze lashinl
her shirts back against her body, chiI
tilted, hat clutched and lithesome limb
outlined, a cloud of flying fish rose of
the water, plotting the boat landward
Beyond the besirred deck. its chatte
and observations mingling, and far ant
beyond the approaching city whicl
nestled in the curving arm of the har
Dor, the purple mountain faded int,
cloud
city of romance and of tropica
aVeneS, of hand made cobbled street
and ox-sledges with bells jingling righ
merrily. Funchal dreams in the sui
Ike many tinted lizard. Natives tn
color of old gold shout in voices tn
quality of old iron to incoming tour
SH, Perpetual summer lies like
plush OF pleasure up the lazy incline o
main street and over all Funchal. 1t
gardens behind and overfowing white
washed walls, are of thousand scent
ana thousand colors. Years and year
.l nave left lichen and gray Spanish mos
mex upon the face of Madeira like
Seard OF old age. But the heart of he
young and her Portuguese trail Iik
children far behind the caravan o
civilization.
Out in the harbor the white shi
houmania cast anchor for want of
quay and sent rowboats for sight seein
carsoes cutting across the quiet water