The acme magazine . ds, but the recent revolt of peasants in theirdomains has placed them, it is believed, in a perilous position. They have beenclosely guarded In their palace. Deeds of violence on the royal estates havebeen committed during the uprising. Queen Elizabeth is much better knownoutside of her own country than the king because of her literary work. SheIs noted as Carmen Sylva, a graceful poet WON BY HIS NERVE. By FRANK H. SWEET. WHEN the daily niidseasontrain rounded out from thepalmettos, slowed across thebridge and came to a smooth,almost suave stop at the end of theRoyal Poinci
The acme magazine . ds, but the recent revolt of peasants in theirdomains has placed them, it is believed, in a perilous position. They have beenclosely guarded In their palace. Deeds of violence on the royal estates havebeen committed during the uprising. Queen Elizabeth is much better knownoutside of her own country than the king because of her literary work. SheIs noted as Carmen Sylva, a graceful poet WON BY HIS NERVE. By FRANK H. SWEET. WHEN the daily niidseasontrain rounded out from thepalmettos, slowed across thebridge and came to a smooth,almost suave stop at the end of theRoyal Poinciana, the usual people wereIn attendance. An orchestra in the co-coanut grove swelled out alluringstrains of welcome. From the dockscame the occasional creaking of yachtsails. On the Poinciana steps, the plat-form, in the grove, along the paths,were scarlet coats and gauzy, summer-like dresses and golf sticks. Two private cars were in the train,but except for a casual glance theyof the scarlet coats and gauzy dresses. OH ! HE SAID. GOOD MORNING. did not notice them. Multimillionaireshad become a drug at Palm Beach. Thus it was that the railroad mag-nate of a dozen millions and the cod- per king of tliree times as many walk-ed from the cars with only the buzz-ing, tip loving attendance of bell boysand porters. But the next morning the copperking, who had registered as HenryTierman, Michigan, made a strongerplea for local recognition. He wentfashing. His own line had been thrown over-board soon after leaving the dock, butnot a nibble came as an encourage-ment for him to persevere. Gettin tired, sir? the boatmanasked. llather, Tierman confessed, yawn-ing. I dont believe Im much of afisherman after all. Thats cause you aiut in practice,encouragingly. Tierman assented by a nod, and theboat was run alongside the Pitts is-land dock. Tierman stepped out, light-ed a cigar and sauntered away into oneof the shadowy paths. Half an hour later he found himselfnear a cottage which was almost c
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