The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-20

Copyrights. iaD. by Tina Whesisr syndieass. Ina
@And lie you want to know II, Fl
like him. / hike him whether ycu like
him or not. Maybe IL You and papa
would-would leave me alone with him
for minute, he-he might ret to like
me, too. II like him-so therei
just dot"
Her voice slipped upward and she
sat down hard and suddenly on the
extension OF the mothers steamer
chair, her lips qufvering as III wounded
and her eyes with hint OF tears I'm
them turned away from the mirth Of
the promenade deck.
IF you want IN know 1t, IL like
him-so therei",
Under the caves OF the steamer
hood, Mrs. Lefkovitch's face crumpled
into incredulity.
Esther, you! A little sporty nix
like him, what travels more as he at
tends to business. That's what / need
yet, my daughter what could have
man like Abe"
You got to quit calling him a nix,
mama. He's just prince, that's what
he is. Papa says he spends more money
in one day on this boat than all the
other 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, know. But / never
in my life thought much"
He'd let cards alone pretty quick,
let me tell you, mama, If all the cheap
skates on this boat who lost their few
dollars that first night wouldn't always
be after him trying to win them back"
-Four hundred and eighty"
Look, mama, look Oh, mama, we
we-we've been missing IL. Obi Obi"
In sudden proximity green as sward,
and as lie volcanic shudder had
spewed 1t up through the sea. the isle
the luscious kiss Of a southern sun, lay
with its fertile TANKS to seward. VIII
lagos, toy size, perched on the slopes
in an attitude of sliding off. Vine
yards and geometric truck gardens
lay to the sun. I'm the background a
mountain lost Its head In mist.
"Oh, mama, isn't it-isn't 1t gor-
geousT
ia. And you say, Esther, I'm Ma
deira Is where we get the hand en-
broidery so cheap?"
YES, yes. and see, mama, that dar-
ling little white town."
"AcR. how wish my boy Niche
could see Ii with me. I tell you a
mother amt got much pleasure If"
See, mama, see the beautiful way
the ocean sends the waves running up
on the banks"
81 tell you, Esther, and please God
some day you'll need them, such re-
lief 1t would be to me IL could get you
sheets and pillow-cases here already
made up. That Mrs. Kron from MIL
waukee, who In ON this boat, says she
| got all her daughters trousseau right
here on"
"Oh, mama, mama, see that town
around the bend-look how big! I bet
| that's Funchal Look, mama. Just
around those beautiful hills"
Sheets and pillow-cases already"
But her daughter was Off toward the
captains bridge, stiff breeze flashing
her skirts back against her body, chin
| tilted, hat clutched and lithesome
limbs outlined. A cloud of flying fish
rose off the water, plotting the boat
landward. Beyond the bestirred deck
It's chatter and observations mingling
and far beyond the approaching city
which nestled In the curving arm OF
the harbor, the purple mountain faded
into cloud.
A city of romance, OF handmade
cobbled streets and ox-sledges with
bells juggling right merrily, Funchal
| dreams i'm the sun like a many-tinted
| lizard. Natives the color of old gold
shout I'm voices the quality of old iron
to incoming tourists. Perpetual sum
mer lies like blush of pleasure uI
the lazy incline of Main street and
over all Funchal. Its gardens behind
and overlooking whitewashed walls
are of a thousand scents and a thou
sand colors. Years and years have
left lichen and gray Spanish moss
|. thick upon the face of Madeira like q
| beard of old age. But the heart OF hel
| is young and her Portuguese trail like
children far behind the caravan Of CIV
ilization.
Out in the harbor the white shfI
| Roumania cast anchor for want OF Q
| quay, and sent rowboatS Of sightseeing
| cargoes cutting across the quiet water
natives naked and diving for pennies
| in their wake. Then a more or less
| difficult landing at the foot of steep
sided daak nm a parnandiaular ladder