The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-25

"I'd be delighted" she said forcing a smile. Sine wouldn't b' delighted at all; MT. Gregory wa a dull companion. However, tners would be no pleasure in going or herself, a lone sleep, without pur' pose or direction.
 They went ashore in the frs small launch. Just beyond tht wharf. a veritable army of chaui' II.urs offered their services. MT Gregory called the name of tht chauffeur whom the doctor hac recommended; instantly sever eager natives responded.
 What will we do?" ne won dered, looking at the seven black faces.
 She laughed. Tt must be q name like John Smith" she sad Easily duplicated"
 Eventually they chose the driver who offered the most comfortable car. and they set of, not alone with him, but with two other darkies crowded into the front seat: one, it was explained vague ly, to be their guide, the second an extra interpreter.
 MT. Gregory was plainly troubled but Joyce laughed him out of it Were going to have day of sur prise" she prophesied. Look at that, will you? Don't laugh, but look over there and tell me if that isn't the original steam locomotive!"
 She pointed across the street to where a tiny locomotive puffeo its tranquil way along a single track. In New York such piece of equipment would have caused riot if it were seen any place outside of museum, but here it fitted into the general scheme oi things. Their driver, guide, and interpreter grinned appreciatively as she noticed it; all three ex- plained the magic of it to her their eyes shining with a tremen- dous pride.
 If you ask me-" MT. Gregory offered presently, T think this city is filthy"
 He was looking at the market place, where old women sold fish and vegetables from stacks on the floor beside them, without any thought for the sanitation of mod ern packaging.
 Wherever they went, the natives stopped in their tasks to wave a friendly welcome. They were lov- able people, Joyce thought, despite their poverty. And once more she thought of the emperor who had dreamed of endowing them with mighty tradition. Perhaps he had failed, but he had left them something else. He had be- queathed to them the dignity o1 independence; today they walked along the streets with their heads high, despite the tatters Of theli handed down clothing.
 And such clothing as it was A tall, elderly darkey strode along proud in the glory of a full dress jacket, it's black tails hanging down over blue cotton work trousers. His feet were bare, but on his head he wore high silk hat, the top of which had long since been battered through. Int women strove for only one detai of elegance-variety of color. Ant they wore jewelry extravangtly beads and bracelets of nativ seeds, dyed every color of tn spectrum.
 In the central square of the cit. they left the car for a few min utes to look about the governmen buildings, to view at close range the various monuments to tht heroes of the republic. The mute figures told their story dramatic ally; looking up at them the years seemed to roll back for one heetine instant, and again that tumultuous undercurrent of long-ago struggle for freedom surged in ones blood.
 As they walked back to the car Joyce little thoughtfully, she wa' startled out of her day-dreams bJ the pitter-patter of bare feet be- hind her. A little girl came up, hold ing out something in her hand ane