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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS SATURDAY, DECEMBER i
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I The Coral Necklace sTHlW, w'N ' !
By Grace EL Craig.
"Oh, Daddy! Look! There's Vesuvius! And it
is really smoking," cried Faire Atherton, dancing up
to her father on the promenade deck of the Asturia.
The great liner was making her dignified way among
the hazy islands of the bay toward the city of Naples,
and all" the passengers, having packed away their
steamer caps and ulsters, were gathered on deck ready
for the landing.
Fourteen-year-old Faire, witn her merry tace well
tanned now by the sea-breezes, and all alight with
interest, her gray eyes shining and her soft brown curls
escaping from the huge bow which was endeavoring to
hold them, made a pretty picture in her wide brown hat
and brown corduroy traveling suit.
Her father locked down at her smilingly as she chm-,
chattering, to his arm.
"tec. Daddy, all the little boats corning out t-- me- t
rs! The peep!;" in that one have guitars! Oh! Ti
are going to sing ! and look, look! Those rr.cn ,
passing up bunches of violets on the end of a 1 " .
stick! Mr:y I throw them some coppers? and co .:
ch ! There are some little hoys diving and coming v.j
with pennies between their teeth!"
?dr. Arherton, laughed heartdy rnd fc Flowed liis little
d::?'-:''i .'V K-o; lliqht down the deck to a point nearer
the ::::.r !.::" v:rch:!.
:e t!:o oyage from Boston to Naples had
. '. '. W'T ::t ther and Ann: Alice had been
I .. !::.' l. i!i. but Faire had not suffered, and
; er it.id never once missed a tneal in the
They had played shuffle board anil
; lra:::;cd their fe-tir miles every day o;i
; ! da;, s at sea were so glorious th;:t
r s -ry when the steamer at List
::'::! A -tores and anchr red in the har-
tt c'.'.y of f'otita del C.irda. ivltcre
st r,ped for s.'.pniies on his iir-.t
'. !"cr afternoon in the rid town, hov--:.
; 'tore in tiny boats, ro,vd by
(.- u. rnd hired queer carriage'?
; p: '.!..' little donkeys for drives about
or tltree days Inter. Faire had visited
rtre?. of the Kiiplish. crouching like
of the Mediterranean, and in
i her f s.'c the talk narro-.v
-. : .-- w f-fct where the great dh-
dear !at:d first opened his clear
t :. i'"." "br'ia Napoli" of which the
' ; v '..'.re singing, tie wonders were
I '-.Ire- crie !, as they drove up fro-i
'. ; tlit- !:dl. "!) cee the corals!
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Probab'v she is tired and unhanpv;
The itr.ii;.;- ; ris are obliged to work very hard, and
Aunt Aii. !i-okel troubled for a moment. Then she
pushed :. ;..ie :h" curtains and both aunt -and niece
promptiy forgot little Teresita. Vesuvius was in plain
sight and th.c beautiful Neapolitan bay, the fairest
picture m the whole wide world, lay just beneath tSc
The happy days flew by on wings. Mr. and Mrs:
Atherton, Aunt Alice and Faire went to Pompeii, anJ
walked up and down the ancient streets and peered into
the houses which had been buried under Vesuvius'
ashes for so many centuries; to Sorrento, that village
of orange groves, perched on its bluff above the purpk
sea; and finally drove across the mountains to Amalfi
and stayed several days in the old convent which has
been turned into a hotel, where Faire often saw tn"e
few monks who still remain there walking up and'
down under the orange trees, with bowed heads andJ
Daddy read to her Longfellow's beautiful poem while
they sat on the terrace overlooking the dreamy "Salerre
ian bay with its sickle of white sand"' and "the dim
discovered coast" where "Paestum with its ruins lies.!?
When they were back in Naples once more Mrs:
Atherton decided that it was quite time for an exped?
tion to the shops with the fascinating windows whicfi
had so charmed Faire on her arrival, and the littrs
girl looked forward joyfully to becoming the proud
owner of one of the dainty necklaces which were dis
played everywhere in such profusion. She was to
choose it herself and she could hardly wait. To be
turned loose among the rosy corals would be bliss
Faire sat fn her room on the eventful morning count
ing over the Italian coins which her mother had given
her the night before. "
'Tor tfie 'necklace, dear," Mrs. Atherton had said,
"and tfie keepsakes for the home people."
"On hundred and twenty-five francs! Twenty-five
dollars!" the little girl chanted softly. "Dearie me!
What gorgeous things I can buy !"
Jusr then the door which Faire had left unlocked
opened and the small chambermaid appeared with broom
r.nd duster to arrange the room for the day. She was
about to withdraw hastily when the American girl
called her. She had been weening again, in fact she
?petiid to be always sorrowful, and kind little Faire
fe1 that she' roust fathom these deoths of woe.
"'What fs the matter. Tcesita?" he asked, gently.
"Voi ha,-e been rrving, I know. Won't you tell me
what troubles you?"
Terecita spo-- very fair Knglish. hut for a moment
she did not answer. Then sh-. said with a little catch
in her voice, . . .
ar TTF noble Duke of Nothing-Much, one sunny day In Spring,
pL He took a notion (and his hat) to go a-journeying.
Quoth he, "I don't know where I'm bound, but it doesn't worry rv.e.
For, if I have no end in view, I can't go wrong, you see!"
"PRINCE HOOr-PE-t'OO WAS KiriNC. TOWABP THAT SroT."
"Help!" cried the Lady Geraldine. "Will no one rescue n:c?
Alas! Alack! and also Woe. I'm lost as I can be!"
Her lily hands she sadly wrung (oh. I forgot to say
This happened in Hys'J'-via, some hundred leagues away.)
The Lady Geraldine would not have thus bewailed her It
If ?he had known Prince Hoop-de-do was riding toward titat pot.
Though it trr.kcs a deal of difference (as of course you know i tvou!d)
That the Frince v. as cighty-scven miles from where the lady stuod.
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ofOTH HE. I PONT K '
ii i m bounii.
We now n-.urt leave the noble Duke (he'll stay till we get back')
And trr.ee the fortunes of vov.r.g Count Fitzmaurice Crackcrjack;
r :iveil t:
He front some queer place (T don't remember which).
Ar.d it he'd had u.uch mcncy, he'd have probably been rich.
d ! : r :r:ty ryr. v-x if ri.rsig. Aunt.
: " r th? cs..-:,?!ier-nai-!. The ring
; - t v ;. ties,' g;r! r.i a r.eat. black
-.: . ! ';.;: ;;. ; :; xttf ".n-1 pretty
- !t:rtr- n; y . datk hair, and
: ; I .-.!.. 1'aire. fitting no in bed
ttr's ,'rt;-;-i;r -;r :nid h-'r. rylird that
.'I her rather v. irt ftti'v. tnd then
.-. . that the leer'y dark eyes and the
. ; swollen with weeping,
i e much older than I a;n, Aunty.!"
::. bed out of bed after her aunt hadf
"And she had been crying. Did
V i ' i. Lse4-: ifc. ? . "
'.VIM. NO ONE ttr.?ClT. MET
Now, the Trince was hunting stari-sh with hi' trusty !.o-.v ar,d spear.
Said he, "To hurt fr strrtish in a forct may -fcm mice'r,
I'ut then, ju-'-t pray con -i.h r h v rinnwned I'd surely c
Ii I ever really should bring down a iturridi fr..m a tree!"
Well, the noble Duke of Nothing-?duch got home a!l p.ife artd sonnd;
Lord Crackcrjack continues t' eat candy by the pound:
And the dainty Ladv (leraldmr in course of time was found:
Ar..' .' e I'rincc gut fourteen surlish and is terribly renowned!
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'va. i i:iv$ t fry, J -j
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'hts hands wERf. rrLLEn with caramel?, his soul with calm delight.
Lord Crackerjack loved candy; he kept it in a tower;
He used to buy it by the pound, and eat it by the hour;
So, as he sat and looked abroad, upon this day so bright.
His hands were filled with caramels, his soul with calm delight
Full gladly would we linger with the joyful Crackerjack,
But a ballad is a ballad, and you just can't hold it back;
So let us tear ourselves away to quite another scene
And seek, amid the forest gloom, the Lady Geraldine.
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"THE IR1NCE WAS HfNTINt STATtriSH WITH II.'S TTt'STY EOW A"D STEAK.
So now you have the story, jtt-t as rd-im r.s anything,
Of everything that happened on that sunny day in Spru'.g;
But should you ask me lio-v these things all happened thus and a-j,
I really couldn't tell you, for I really do not kr.eo.v !
"I am unhappy, very unhappy !"
"I am so sorry," and Faire clasped her hands before
her in a way she had when she felt most deeply. "I
noticed how sad you looked the first day we were here.
What is the trouble? Can I help you?"
It is doubtful if Teresita understood all Fatre's words,
but she did understand the sympathy in the eloquent
little face, and to Faire's distress she burst into tears.
Then the story all came out. Teresita was the eldest
of several children and her widowed mother was very
poor. The girl had been in school until about six
weeks ago. and had she stayed on until the end of the
term would have received what she called a "certeeft
cate." and then might easily have obtained a good posi
tion in a shop. But the mother had been ill for several
weeks in the winter and unable to do her regular laun
dry work for the hotel, and the household funds were
consequently so low that when Teresita's gown and
shoes became too hadlv worn to appear at school, new
ones were out of the nuestion.
"And so." the little mp'd finished. "T did r,en-e it all
all up. and came here. The hotel people furneeslt the
clothes hut I shall never trt here enough wage to help
the mother, while if T mi?M have had a r-oscrtiof' in a
shoo T should have earned as much as twenty francs
a week. I was so decsnppointed.
Faire looked at pretty, sorrowful Teresita and then
she looked at her little silver purse for a long moment.
"Don't cry!" she said softly at last. "How much
would a new gown and new shoes and the other things
you need cost?"
"Fifty francs,"' Teresita said, sadly. "And I shall
never earn here so much until I am too old for school."
Faire rose and walked around the chair where the
little Italian had dropped down, and suddenly something
glittered on Teresita's white apron.
"Oh, hut you must not!" the girl cried. "Fifty
francs! Madame, the mother, will not like it."
"It is mine." F'aire said. ' "Mother gave it to me for
a coral necklace, but I would far rather have you use
For a moment Faire's straight little Ameriepn figure
in its Peter Thompson suit stood opposite Teresita's
little, rounded, already stooping form in its uniform of
service, and then the two girls suddenlv put their arms
about each other and Faire felt a soft kiss on her cheek.
Mrs. Atherton and Aunt Alice could hardly refrain
from openly regretting Faire's generosity, but Mr.
Atherton restrained rhem.
"The monev was F;re's." he said, "and T am glad
to find t'nat she is unselfish enough to give tip something
she realiy cares for, to help a less fortunate girl."
- ' COPyjZICHT. xaio.
"But. Robert." Faire's mother rrourncd. "the c'rld
will not have another such opportunity to p::rchac
corals, and girls do love them s-. She was very brac.
but I felt so sorry, when we were selecting gift- for all
her little friends, that she wsi to have nnthing. 1
believe I shall go down and get a string of beads and
"Dfn'f!"' Mr. Atherton coune!'-d. "Fa:re wi'1 ret
care for it now. 1 did not notice that she seemed un
happy when she returned from her shTning. I l.n-nv
my girl, and I think site can get rn without a coral
chain a while longer."
The very day the Atherton s left Naples Teresita left
the hricl to return to school.
A year later, when Faire was hrck in her Tlos.ton
home, and had quite forgotten her lodging for the
pink glories of the Neapolitan windows, a l:o ca-re
for her one day. It was addrrs.-ed in the clear, round
hand which is taught in the Italian public schools, ant!
bore many foreign stamps.
Faire onprted it wonderinglv. and there on a l ed f
white cotton lay a corn r.fflarr.
Mrs. Atherton and Aunt Alice exclaimed in rapture.
I: was a wonderfully fine chain, very long, and with
beads perfectly tr.i.tehcd, and de'ncate in tint ;a the
inside of a shell. A card attached bore the words,
A little note written m the a:ne careful hand told
how Teresita had ImUhed sc.-.' ol. and at once obtained
a good position iti a dressmaking eablishmcnt. She
had been able to kcc
t't: "S in school also, end
they irtdd on tin 1 position now, and Teresa would
be relieved fr. :ti ore. thanks to the young American
Sipnorina. The writer k"cw that her kind friend had
longed for a r"ral nrcklrce. and as an uncle had re
turned from .Vrrritvi wt'; l is savin;- r.nd started a
5v d jrv. r 'ry si.' in Xa;''-. she had bren abl to
' taitt t H : . crv at a rrnsi '-able price. She was fenring
it v.-it't her "g-atitude and reverent love."
"Hum!" Daddy said, when Faire exhibited her trea-u-c
Jo hitrv 'Tt is etfrnt'lv handsome, but T should
vrd-e the 1"'tr- eve-' r"T" h;,rh1v tbnn the necklae.
Thev a-e hiirs T--"v-e rrr";nus than coral beads.
Don't you think so, daughter?-'