The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-03-02

see, mama. see the De3uuIul 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 a re-
lief it would he to me if l could get you
sheets and pillow-cases here already
made Up. That Mrs. Kron from Mil
%aullee, who is on this boat, says she
got all her daughters rousseau 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, 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,
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-
mer lies like a blush of pleasure up
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
beard Of old age. But the heart Of her
is young and her Portuguese trail like
children far behind the caravan of civ
iization.
out in the harbor the white ship
ROumania cast anchor for want Of a
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 a perpendicular ladder
of stone steps and into the sun-and-
shadow streets of Funchal.
Mrs. Lefkovitch grasped her hus-
bands cOat-sleeve, steadying herself
with some difficulty Past her streamed
the Roumania's passenger list, Baede-
kered, sun-goggled and loving the land.
Aaron, like my legs would wobble
right off, that's how l feel"
Now now, Bertha l amt so steady
myself if you hang on me like that"
NO, but them three rough days
when we first started, you could hang
on me, l tell you. When my legs
wasn't even so steady us they are
now"
Trees closed over them, cacti and
the heavy frOnds Of palms.
"Mama-papa Just see. Isn't 1t
just perfect? Oh, Mr.. D8nziger, no
wonder you rayed and rayed about
Madeira
Just wait, If you think this is go
ing some, Miss Esther Wait until
we go up the mountainside on the
funicuIar and come down on slcdges."
"Whew, give me my fan out of your
pocket, Aaron. l don't want to say
nothing right in the start. but l tell
YOU l amt stuck on the smells here.
Mrs Kron and her husband was right
to stay on the ship if"
Mama :"
ooh, come now, Mrs. Lefkoyltch;
this smell isn't so bad"
There's nobody. Mr.. Danziger, can
tell me better as my own nose what
| smell"
"Mamaw
"There's no use talking Miss
Esther; your mama don't think much
of US Chicago boys. She's all to the
New York"
1T amt Chicago l don't think so
much of, Mr.. Danziger; l never blame
the jug for what comes out of it,"
"Ouch, take that one with you"
cried Mr. Danziger, lodging an imag
mary blow.
"And maybe, Mr. Danziger, since
you say it, we got right in New York
as fine boys as"
Zach, DanZiger, my old lady likes
to have her little fuss with everybody.
I'm glad enough for a while it should
be you instead Of me- Like my son
Niche back home in New York says,
her bite is worse as her bark. | got
a fine boy back home, Danziger. But
always when he wants to tease his
mama a little, that's what he says to
her"
Laughter, two large dlmples and the
crow's-feet Of amiability crept into
Mr.. Danziger's face, and he flung one
arm along Mr.. LefSovitch's stopped
shoulders.
you got a mighty fine lady for
wife just the same, Lefkoyitch-a
mighty fine lady"
"See, see, mama. there go some of
the Portuguese who live here, right
past you"
A group Of native riff-raff. bare
limbed and their brown backs still
glistening from the dive, scuttled past.
Don't look, Esther, I feel ashamed
enough. | tell YOU II | had known