Evening star., 1927-05-08

s she stood ON the deck besid
" her husband and gazed upoI
g tho thrillingly beautiful pano
4 rama Of Marseille, there was
assuredly no happier woman
in the world. AS he looked at the rap
face and glorious eyes OF the loveiH
girl beside him. there can scarceiS
have been a man as happy.
They had been married in England
n week earlier, were on their way Il
his vast house and Vaster estate II
Australia. and had come round by sea
instead OF suffering the miseries OF
the special" across france tWhlcH
saves a week TO leave-eXpired return
Ing Auglo.Indiansl.
Happv, Her happiness was almost
a pain. As a child she had childiShiy
adored him: and now he had returned
from his wanderings, after a decade
of varied, strenuous life-to adore her.
Life was too impossibly, hopelessly
wonderful and beautiful. lie, who
had been everywhere, done everything,
been everything-soldier, sailor, ranch
er, planter, prospector, hunter, e&,
plorer-had come home for visit, and
laid his heart at the feet OF a country
mouse. Happy!
His happiness frightened him. After
more than 10 years of the toughest
of roughing 1t, he had 'nade good,
and had. TO his wondering bewilder'
ment, won the love Of the sweetest.
noblest. fairest and most utterly low
able and desirable woman in the world.
She had grown into his absolute ideal
of woman. and had been, by some
miracle. reserved for him.
And which would now know the
greater joy in their travels-he IN
showing her the fair places OF the
earth and telling her Of personal eX'
periences therein, or she IN being
shown them by this adored hero? Not
that the fair places of the earth were
necessary to their happiness. They
could have spent a happy day in Lon
don on a wet Sunday, or at the end
of Southend pier on bank holiday
"Would you like to go ashore? Ma
dame, will you walk and talk with me,
in the Cannebiere?" he asked.
"Of course, we must go ashore, was
the reply.
The ship being tied up, and notice
having guaranteed that she would on
no account unite before midnight, this
couple walked down the gangway,
passed through the echoing customs
shed and out to where. beside a rail'
way.line. specimens of the genus
cocher lie in wait for these who would
drive to the boulevards, and in hope
for those who know not that four
francs is ample fare.
To the sights of Marseilles he took
her. enjoying her enjoyment as he had
enjoyed few things in his life. and
then, in the Cannebriere, dismissed the
fiacre.
In Rome you must roam like the
Roman ans," he observed. I'm Marseilles
YOU must SIT on little chairs in front
OF cafe and see the World and his
Wife Tor Belle AmIe) go by"
Fancy sitting outside a public
house in Regent street or the Strand
end watching Londoners so by!' said
the girl. Isn't it extraordinary what
a difference in habits and customs one
finds by travelling few miles? Think
Of sEnglish officers sitting, in uniform,
on the pavement like those are, and
drinking in public" She pointed to
group of French officers so engaged.
DO lets go and sit near them," she
added. II have never seen soldiers
dress in pale blue and silver, and all
the colors of the rainbow. Aren't
they pretty-dears"
Their uniforms look quaint to the
insular eye. madam, 1 admit" he re-
piled, as he led the way to an unoccu-
pied table near the brilliant group,
"but they are not toy soldiers by any
means. They all belong to regiments
Of the African Army Corps, the 18th.
and there isn't a finer one on earth"
Darling, you know everything"
smiled his wife. Fancy knowing a
thing like that now! I wonder how