The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 20, 1901, Page 2

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LIE . con " the ndation Queen likes d to have i she is use. Her swim- t surptise pect her to s always him to the summer the climax, ad hesitated hhc she she Stood by the cloud had sun and made the hreatening elt out , one oar like a d the Queen. se T do get w what ? e sure I will. heavy? What » more fun swimming. I to keep my head above the never fear. And all the ladies will » keep and th ways poking in her Th: risk whatever,” 8 andmother. s are up e by the rough waves and they wil e 1o go back to thé bathhouse. Won't you, ladies?” she cried tauntingly, end off she went with a laugh and gave her maid orders to make her ready, The maid was immensely pleased, though she had to look like a sphinx. Ehe liked her tall, bright-eyed Queen, and . QUEEN OF PORTUGAL. BETTENCOURT DA CAMARA what she e At social f perially llked was her spirit. ms she is the Mfe of rer home lifg she is a ruler d of title. In hér sports she No wonder her maid adores the 1 shore the ugly little clond had € away the and the weather looked more hopeful. The fussy court lady was ‘disAppeinted because it s if she would have no chance from sun told you so.” This is tha m isfaction that a court lady can I of being in the right. 8he would never dare say so. ao wae the than who rowed her out to the bathing place. He alway§ is ¢ man. He has been emnioyved as the Queen’s boatman for a long time, for he is trustworthy and the Queen is loyal to any servant who is loyal to her. 8o while Cata » is & good and willi boat- man e knows that no man can take his place. He was pretty stre of this before, much sur now since the famous rescue. e has a family living in y are poor, but what they have from income During the season when royaity shines in the Lisbon pal- ace Jose picks up all sorts of jobs about’ town and his wife takes in w: times. The whole family are so ot having Jose work for the Que cnce his wife refused a high-priced wa ing from one of her neighbotrs beca ihe nelghbor’s husband merely owned a boathouse on the beach—one which r alty did not patronize, although the hoat- man’s income was three times as large Jose's Before Jose pushed off on the day of the. accident he remarked that there would be a rough sea soon: “The cloud has passed,” =aid the Queen. “Yes, your Majesfy; but the water grows dark and there are flecks of ‘foam the waves.” ‘Are you afraid, Jose?' questioned the Queen in her most withering inflection. But Jose knew his sovereign too well to be withered He was only declighted at the implication that she was not afraid. He tried to-accept the reproof with a properly humble bow, but a twinkle of en- joyment would steal into his eyes, despite his efforts, and the dimple next to the corner of his mouth would show. Some- how the Queen caught his eve and they both laughed together. She is (lways doing this kind of thing, and a fers who had loved the older Queen, to the disadvantage of the younger, have said at times that she lacked dignity, It is certain that she possesses a sense of humor. “If you're mot afraid, I'm not, Jose,” sald she, He was charmed. He dipped his oars in and pulled on them in big, strong tugs, for the water resisted heavily. [y his sure. shing some- proud n that sh- on The Queen was In glorious spirits. She d the wayv the boat rocked and the n pulled. When shé got on her 1it she ran laughing out upon 1da and called to all who dared to The lad he waves. Some struck out, but e up after a few strokes. had Amelie sw lovely in ever before. She frolicked like a dolphin, laughed In the face, of every wave that grew bold and kepl sucient breath to shout mockingly to her timid followers. So for splendid "haif hour she played and did not notice that the clouds were heavier. “It's getting cold,” she cried at last, feeling a sudden chill of incoming water. She swam reluctantfy back to the house. Catalao was anx hing sky and water, “Jose is still fearful,” taunting little shrug her apartments. When she came out was dressed warmly, even heavily. She had an extra wrap about her shoulders, for the air had turned sharply cold. The weight of her Aressing had its significance later on. The row back to the beach was a fight —the oars against the waves. The strug- gle was hard. Queen Amelie watched contentedly. She likes stormy weather almost as well as brizht; not that she enjoys melancholy, but she throws her own sunshine over the grayest kind of a day, and she rather enjovs seeing that the gloomiest kind of a croaker cannot resist her. 8he. cuddled farther down in her wraps and watched the muscles shift in Jose's big arms. It is only half a mile back to the beach, but even in the short time of rowing a great change was noticed in the waves. It was not until the boat was within a few yards of shore that a wave proved too much for it. They saw the great white- topped thing coming toward them, but they never doubted the.little boat's trust- worthiness. On it came, dark and heavy. It growled sulkily. Then it struck and there was a crash. For an instant nobody was consclous of s dipped squeamishe Never She ws s more usiy w she said with a as she passed into she anything except big mnoises and much water and then beéing flung about and huried against hard things. The boat had been oyerturned. y Queen Amelle recovéred her self-pos- sessicn. She struggled a moment before she could strike out. for her cloak bound her. She tried to throw it off, but it clung. . seeing that she could not rid herself of it, she flung her arms out free and swam toward the beach. Suddenly she heard shouts behind her “Help!' She knew the voice of her 1 boatman, calling to people on the beach. Her first thought was that he called for her, which was indeed true. But as the cries grew more despairing she turned t call back proudly that she did not need help. In turhing she saw that Jose did not follow. He was clinging to the boat. As she looked his hold loosened #ind she saw him dragged down by the undertow. Queen Amelie nhever hesitated. “‘He has been faithful to mé, I will be faithful to him,” was what she would have said if she had spoken. She madeé one more futile attemnt to fling off her cloak, then she swam back toward the drowning man. People on shore were Watching breath- lessly. It all happened o quiekly that no one: could interfere. Help came running down to the beavh, but when they got there the Queen wa# faf out in the water. "The onlookers saw her r and dls- appear. Then she camé Bt ing toward them. One of the royval hafda was under the boatman’s chin. The other whs &trik- ing desperately for shore. Not a person aided in the réscue. She had, Jose Catalao back upon the beach before.any. one was able to give help. 1t any other woman had done the thing - shé would have fainted promptiy, the res- cue heing achieved. But Queen Amelie 41a no such thing. “Yes, I'm a little damp.” she said. “but that doesn't matter. I haven't time to think about that usitil I see that this pocr man is takepn cafe of. You See his leg is broken, that is plaln. That i8 why he could not save himself. He must be taken to the hosnitm at once.” And having personally attended to his installment in the Cascaes Hospital she changed her clothes. Her giory at this point had reached its climax, and if glory was all that Amelte wanted she might have forgotten Catalao then and there. The hewspapers of Por- tugal would have printed just as big headlines and hér friends would have gushed just as much. But she had not finished-her work. She knew that Catalao's wages were the sup- port. of his family. She saw to It that they received the full amount and will continue doing so until he is able to earn them again. When he recovered enough to be moved she had him brought to the palace, where he could be better taken care of. He ls fairly purring now in the midst of jellles and soups and wines. If this were a faity #tory it would have been the humble boatman who rescued the Queen and was presented with a pai- ace in return. Thig 18 not a fairy story. e . The only bullding &t Spitzbergen is a tourists’ hut abott 500 miles from civiliza- tion. In éonsequence of ths increasing cost of Holland oysters American oysters are coming more and more into voguse in Ger- many.

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