The Crimson Gardenia and Other Tales ofby Rex Beach
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The Crimson Gardenia and Other Tales of by Rex Beach1
The Crimson Gardeniaand Other Tales of Adventure
BY REX BEACHAUTHOR OF "HEART OF THE SUNSET" "THE SPOILERS" ETC.ILLUSTRATEDHARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS NEW YORK AND LONDONTHE CRIMSON GARDENIA AND OTHER TALES OF ADVENTURE Copyright, 1911, 1912, 1913, 1916,by Harper & Brothers Copyright, 1910, 1913, by Cosmopolitan Magazine Copyright, 1906, by TheMetropolitan Magazine Co. Printed in the United States of America Published April, 1916[Illustration: Her eyes flashed to the white gardenia on his breast, then up to his own.]CONTENTSTHE CRIMSON GARDENIAROPE'S ENDINOCENCIOTHE WAG-LADY"MAN PROPOSES--"TOLD IN THE STORMTHE WEIGHT OF OBLIGATIONTHE STAMPEDEWHEN THE MAIL CAME INMCGILLTHE BRANDILLUSTRATIONSHER EYES FLASHED TO THE WHITE GARDENIA ON HIS BREAST, THEN UP TO HIS OWNAS FLORÉAL ROSE FROM HIS FATHER'S BODY HE HEARD A SHOT AND SAW THE SOLDIERSOF THE REPUBLIC CHARGING HIM"TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT GUN, BARCLAY"
The Crimson Gardenia and Other Tales of by Rex Beach2
"BARCLAY WASN'T MORE 'N HALF DEAD, AND THE WOMAN FELL TO BEGGIN' FOR HIS LIFEAGAIN"THE CRIMSON GARDENIAIThe royal yacht had anchored amid a thunder of cannon, and the king had gone ashore. The city was brightwith bunting; a thousand whistles blew. Up through the festooned streets His Majesty was escorted betweenlong rows of blue-coated officers, behind which the eager crowds were massed for mile upon mile. Thin wirecables were stretched along the curbs, to hold the people back, but these threatened to snap before the weightof the multitude.In the neighborhood of the raised pavilion where the queen and her maids of honor waited, the press wasthickest; here rows of stands had been erected that groaned beneath their freight, while roof-tops andwindows, trees and telegraph-poles, were black with clustered humanity.The king was tall and dark; a long beard hid his face. But the queen was young and blushing, and herwaiting-women were fairer than springtime flowers. To a crashing martial air, she handed him a sparklinggoblet in which he pledged her happiness, while the street rocked to the roar of many voices, and in the openspaces youths, grotesquely costumed, danced with goblin glee.Mr. Roland Van Dam secretly thought it all quite fine and inspiriting, but he was too highly schooled to allowhimself much emotion. He had been hard put to obtain seats, and had succeeded only through the efforts of afriend, the Duke of Cotton; therefore, he felt, the members of his party might have shown at least aperfunctory appreciation. But they were not the appreciative kind, and their attitude was made plain byEleanor Banniman's languid words:"How dull! It's nothing like the carnival at Nice, and the people seem very common."Her father was dozing uncomfortably, with his two lower chins telescoped into his billowing chest; Mrs.Banniman complained of the heat and the glare, and predicted a headache for herself. Near by, the rest of theparty were striving to conceal their lack of interest by guying the crowd below. Van Dam had been the one tosuggest this trip to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras, and he felt the weight of entertainment bearing heavilyupon him. In consequence, he assumed a sprightly interest that was very far from genuine."This sort of thing awakens something medieval inside of one, don't you know," he said.Miss Banniman regarded him with a bland lack of comprehension; her mother moaned weakly, the burden of her complaint being, as usual:"Why
did
we leave Palm Beach?""All those dukes and things make me feel as if it were real," Van Dam explained further. "They say this Rexfellow is a true king during Mardi Gras week, and those chaps in masks are quite like court jesters. Maybethey sing of wars and love and romance--and all that rot.""I dare say life was just as uninteresting in olden days as it is now," Eleanor remarked. "Love and romanceexist mainly in books, I fancy. If they ever did exist, we've outgrown them, eh, Roly?"Being a very rich and a very experienced young woman, Miss Banniman prided herself upon her lack of illusion. To be sure, she occasionally permitted Roland to kiss her in celebration of their engagement, but such
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