Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-03-09
Continued from last week.

the world than you and papa and Abe
and me put together. He's going to
show us Switzerland and the Riviera
IL he can change his ticket" !,
And If you want to know 1t, IL
like him. like him whether you like
him or not. Maybe II you and papa
would-would leave me alone with him
TOR minute, he-he might get to like
me, too. II like him--so there! I
just do" SAr
Her voice slipped upward and she
sat down hard and suddenly on the
extension of the mothers steamer
chair, her lips Quiyering as ii wounded
and her eyes with hint of tears in
them turned away from the mirth cf
the promenade deck.
IF you want to know 1t, IL like
him--so there!"
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 WHIST could have a
man like Abe"
You got to quit calling him Nix
mama. He's just a prince, that's what
he is. Papa says he spends more money
In ore day on this boat than all the
other cheap skate fellows put together
Papa saw him with his own eyes give
away a five dollar gold piece to a poor
sick fellow in the steerage."
ia. l know, ! know But I 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 it. Oh Oh !"
In sudden proximity green as sward
and as if a volcanic shudder had
spewel it up through the sea. the isle
of Madeira. Tipped by waves and ;inder
the luscious kiss OF a southern sun, lay
with its fertile TANKS to seward Vii
lagos. toy size. perched on The slopes
In an attitude of sliding of. Nine-
yards and geometrtc truck 2a'tte !:
lay to the sun. In the background
mountain lost its head in mist
"Oh, mama, isn't it-sn't it gor-
geous?"
ia. And you say, Esther, in Ma
deira is where we get the hand en-
broidery so cheap"
'Yes, yes and see, mama, that dar-
ling little white town.
ZACH, how | wish my boy Niche
could see it with me. ! 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"
Il tell you Esther, and please God
some day you'll need Them such re-
lief it would be to me If could get you
sheets and pillow-cases here already
made up. That Mrs. Kron from Mil
waukee, who is 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 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, a stiff breeze lashing
her skirts back against her body, chin
tilted, hat clutched and lithesome
limbs outlined. \ cloud Of flying fish
rose off the water, plotting the boat
iandward. Beyond the bestirred deck,
its 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 jingling right merrily, Funchal
dreams in the sun like a many-tinted
lizard. Natives the color of old gold
shout in voices the quality of old iron
to- incoming tourists. Perpetual sum-
ner lies like blush of pleasure up
the lazy incline of Main street and
over all Funchal. Its gardens behind
aud overlooking whitewashed walls,
are of a thousand scents and thou
sand colors. Years and years have
left lichen and gray Spanish moss
thick upon the face of Madeira like a
beard of old age. But the heart of her
is young and her Portuguese trail like
children far behind the caravan of civ
ilization.
Out in the harbor the white ship
Roumania cast anchor for want Of
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 dock up perpendicular ladder
OF stone steps and into the sun-and-
shadow streets of Funchal.
Mrs. Laflaxitch- Grasned her. bus.