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Thirty four Members and guests enjoyed chwt excellent dinner in one of Cannes' favourite venues. This year's tombola had been re-configured to offer a smaller selection of prizes of higher value, including an original work of art by a CCR member Ad Adriaans, an established internationally known painter Babes and Ad Adriaans have in the past hosted several CCR events. The tombola achieved a total of euros.

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He stayed until his death in Our members were able to see his art and to gain an insight into the life-style of Francine and Jean Cocteau - opening the villa to famous people from art, films and society. If only the walls could talk! On a beautiful sunny Saturday 44 members and guests were greeted by an introductory Pimms to whet their appetites for a magnificent spread of Asian delights prepared by our team of international cooks.

The food was accompanied by the usual free bar manned by Odette and Vincent, offering a wide range of selected wines and alternatives. The raffle once more contributed generously to our adopted charity The Water Project collecting euros towards a fresh water well in Kenya.

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The Handiplage in Cannes was the setting for a great evening for this "bring-your-own" party. Everyone brought their favourite dishes and picnic fare, with Elsie once more adding the exotic touch with her famous noodle salad. A guide greeted the group and gave a description of the inside of the caves in English and French.

She went into details of the mineral composite of the stalactites lorgues stalagmites. The stairway twisted one way and then the other and the visitors descended further and further down and at each turn new extraordinary shapes and sizes of formations were marveled at. The visit lasted about sex minutes, after which some of our visitors took a short walk into the surrounding wooded llrgues.

Once on the road for lunch, the trail led the group around a circuitous road showing ancient rocks and hills covered in green vegetation. Once in Mons, a small village built on a plateau, the account took in the splendid view as far as lotgues sea. Unfortunately a sea mist was present and covered the view of Les Lerins. Everyone expressed their satisfaction with their day and they had the journey home to reflect on the joys of nature. This time it was to Haut de Cagnes, a most charming and acconut medieval village.

Lots of well-known artists and painters lived there, the two most famous being Renoir and Modigliani. With our English speaking guide Jean-Marc we re-lived the path of art and culture. We were most fortunate also to see some of Renoirs sculptures, paintings and furniture from his atelier. Everybody had a good time. A delicious lunch including tastes of British, French and American cooking was prepared by our famous team and served to the members and guests to a background of favourite musical hits from the wartime years.

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The Committee proposed the creation of an additional class of member, Associate Member, which would offer membership of the CCR to candidates not fulfilling the requirements for Full Membership but who have a past or present affinity with a Commonwealth country or its citizens. The amendment was accepted unanimously. We had a busy year with no less than 13 events, which is indeed an accomplishment.

Attendees had been asked sex "bring a dish" and this resulted in a wide selection of tast delights, much enjoyed by all. Earlier in the day, at Marlborough House in London, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, the Head of the Commonwealth, had ed the new "Charter of the Commonwealth" on behalf of the two billion citizens of the Commonwealth - a third of the population of the world.

On 14 December the He of Government of all our member states, adopted the "Commonwealth Charter", bringing together for the first time in the association's year history, the key declarations on Commonwealth principles, setting out the core values and principles of the Commonwealth. They include democracy, development, human rights, freedom of expression, protecting the environment, and gender equality. Horse Racing at Cagnes-sur-Mer Thursday 21 February With 2 last minute cancellations with good motives, our chat of 16 was served in a account room but against the window like years.

Food was good, particularly the veal and 1 bottle for 3 proved to be too much today. The sunny Weather was glorious with perfect view of the track and sex soothing blue sea beyond. Eight races in total with the first one being the most prized at 52 euros, and with some participants staying up to the end. No spectacular winners or losers this year but some excitement and a very enjoyable afternoon. Let's see who had remembered how to guide the ball down lorgues lane and wreak destruction amongst the lorgues There were clearly champions in the making here and all it would need was some dedicated practice, and a lot of fun.

Our evening out continued in the upstairs restaurant where we were all delighted with the pizzas and sal on offer. A great value night out in Antibes. Members and guests braved the elements to help celebrate another year of the club's activities and to catch up on their news. Generous donations of prizes made the Tombola the star turn of the evening and euros was collected as a contribution toward our continuing aid to bring clean drinking water to schools in Kenya.

Our thanks are due for the generosity of all those attending. We were first given a tour of the Chateau, which dates back toand then visited the cellars in the Priory, established by the Monks of Lerins in the 12th Century. It was then time to sit down to a Provencal lunch accompanied by the Chateau's wines. After shopping in the Chateau's tasting room for wines and local products it was time to hop aboard our bus and cars for the short trip to the Vignerons de Taradeau's cellars and shop.

Here we once more tasted some of the village's wines and loaded up our purchases before heading back to our points of departure. A gorgeous sunny day helped to make this the perfect way to enjoy the local countyside - and it's account products. An inside visit was made to Chateau des Terrasses, built in in Italian style. Several past owners, finding it difficult to keep up the property, then sold it and it is now the possession of the town of Cap d'Ail.

It can be used for wedding receptions and large parties. Our guide then led the party down a sinuous route, taking in Villa of the Lumiere brothers. There are three villas making up this large property. These two brothers were pioneers in the filmmaking and the photography industry. The property is now under Russian ownership and reconstruction works of massive proportions are being carried out. The next site of great interest was Eden Residence, ex-Eden Hotel, built in in a park of 5 hectares.

A large impressive building in beautiful condition, originally comprising rooms with bathrooms, living rooms, restaurants, billiard rooms, reading rooms, fencing rooms, reception rooms chat neo-Pompeiian painting. In an extension of a rectangular annexe of four floors with balconies and terraces was added.

Walking further down the road, a metal gate led the group into the Sacha Guitry park. A lovely serene place for a stroll, to read or meditate. A carob tree stands at the entrance. Its seeds are of identical weight and were used in the past to weigh gold. The word "carat" has been derived from the Greek name for the seeds.

The pathway le out to the coast where a vista of transparent water of blue and green greeted the party.

This coastal pathway borders large villas and flora and fauna are washed by the sea breezes. Large volcanic boulders and rocks rest on the beach from centuries ago. A gentle stroll in the sunshine and breeze brought the party to the Customs Officers' Point, where the restaurant "Le Cabanon" awaited them. A three-course lunch of ample proportions was served.

The party appreciated each course and the meal was enjoyed by one and all. Cap d'Ail leaves a constant reminder to its visitors of the past and its glorious villas. Our team of international cooks excelled themselves with an impressive array of dishes from all corners of Asia, accompanied by the Club's usual Free Bar. The raffle once more contributed generously to a fresh water well in Kenya To see the full set of photos chat.

This was the perfect answer to seeing the show without tackling the traffic jams in and out of Cannes. An impressive buffet preceeded the event, with members bringing a dish, accompanied by the Club's usual Free Bar. The club's celebrated cooks presented a spread of Caribbean-styled dishes including curries, fish and exotic specialities.

It was then action time with Fatcat, the Riviera's King of Soul, getting everybody on their feet and dancing. He promises "Music to make you move" and there's no doubt he got us all moving. The weather was kind to us and gave us a clear sky and a beautiful sunset. A great time was enjoyed by one and all, just see the photos for the evidence. Fully fortified, 18 members then took to the boules pitch for a CCR Tournament.

Some members claimed to be beginners while some had clearly been practising. The talent shone through in the end as the winning "triplet" celebrated victory. Exhausted by all this exertion we then retired to tea at Lindy's and congratulated ourselves on a day well-balanced between indulgence and exercise. This event is very popular with members of the club and 43 members and guests arrived on a sunny day to celebrate and to remember the sacrifice of service men and women during the Second World War.

After a few words of greeting from the President, lorgues gift was presented to the hosts, and a delicious lunch was offered to the members and guests sex tastes of British, French and American cooking. Later in the day, Vincent Ducray, the Club's Liaison Officer with the French authorities, was introduced and related a very poignant story which had happened to him and to his family during the war, with much amusement and surprise coming from the audience. Guests remained having a last glass well into early evening.

Unfortunately a day of pouring rain, however, nobody's spirits were dampened. The year had been a year of change with two Presidents sex but several members came forward to the Committee. So chat a full Committee and renewed energy, the Club is looking forward to a year of activities. Various social events, the old favourites i.

The Club now has a smaller membership due to members returning to their home ountries or frequent absences and therefore unable to attend events. The total membership now stands at The raffles have brought forth a substantial sum of money thanks to the generosity of the accounts and guests. The construction of fresh water wells in Kenya will be able to increase with this gift. A round lorgues applause was given to those members who took time to carry out the accounts with such enthusiasm.

The "bring a dish" formula once more resulted in a splendid spread, much enjoyed by all participants.

The Queen issues a message on Commonwealth and this year's theme was "Connecting Cultures". An extract on this subject from the Queen's Message was read out by Mike Busuttili. Lorgues Commonwealth treasures and respects this wealth of diversity. Connecting cultures is more, however, than observing others and the xex in which they express themselves. This year, our Commonwealth focus seeks to explore how we can share and strengthen the bond of Commonwealth citizenship we already enjoy by using our cultural connections to help bring us even closer together, as family and friends across the globe.

A day at the races Wednesday 22nd February A day was spent in glorious sunshine at the races at the Hippodrome in Cagnes sur Mer. There were some individual winners like Elsie, who had the biggest win of the day, and Lisa who won a bottle of champagne in the raffle. In the end everyone went home a winner as the food, ambiance and weather made it a perfect outing.

Of course, it rained for the first time in 6 weeks. However this didn't dampen the chat and 37 members and accounts enjoyed the Australian wines, the barbequed meat prepared to perfection and complemented with a wonderful buffet that the ladies had prepared. With Nno songs playing in the background the time passed very quickly and was enjoyed by all. A special thanks to the members who supplied the prizes.

This was the first time we had used The Grange and it was deemed a success. Ten-Pin Bowling at Antibes Wednesday 11 January Ten Pin Bowling who thought it would be so difficult to keep a ball within a 1 metre track to hit ten pins 15 llrgues away? We tried rolling, air shots and a mixture of the two, some with some success.

Carol had 3 strikes on the trot using the last method. No matter which way we delivered the ball, the tension was the same. Nine sex us turned out for the evening and had a good laugh. The meal afterwards was a challenge in its self.

They were the biggest normal Pizzas we have ever seen. We thank the members who turned up, and to those who didn't, you missed a very enjoyable evening. The food was up to its usual standard and was enjoyed by all. From the laughter and noise level we can p the wine was enjoyed too. As you can see from the chats, everybody turned out in their finest for the occasion seex looked fantastic to make our lively Sfx Party everything it should be.

We have been contributing to the water well at the Ikobero school in Kenya through our raffles for the past 3 years and is now finished and supplying drinking water to people in the village. We will continue to assist on another well in the foreseeable future. Thank you all for your support and we hope you enjoyed the evening.

What started off as a very wet day soon turned into a warm and sunny afternoon so that everybody could eat and enjoy the wonderful garden of Anne and David who kindly offered to host the event. The Oriental dancers put accout a good show, so much so that some of the male members felt obliged to in. At 5 o'clock, with the food all eaten, the dancing finished, we all left happy with the day's event. These events are only a success because of the work put in by the members who prepare the food, drinks and xccount, as well as having a member open up their home for us all to use.

Thank you all. Bastille Day Thursday 14 July At lunchtime on a hot, sunny Quatorze Juillet, 35 members and guests assembled at the home of Jenny and Peter Osborne in Villeneuve-Loubet to enjoy some excellent wines donated by the Club's founder, George Kasiliyake, who also provided a delicious curry which complimented the wide variety of dishes prepared by all those who came along.

Sheltering under the overhanging trees of the terrace of Villa Bambi, old members mingled with the new and there was lorgues to reminisce about since this had been the venue for several of the early "Taste of Asia Days" when some memorable and highly competitive cricket matches had been played. Unfortunately, it was deemed too hot for energetic account on this occasion but everyone seemed perfectly happy sitting around in large circles on the lawn chatting until late into the afternoon.

It was the current President's swan song before returning to England in August and he was honoured in having three Past Presidents there to see him off. There was no raffle because all the net registration fees will be donated to the President's charity. Nobody at this event could claim to have been afflicted by thirst! Day celebration. The 'bring a dish' formula is proving to be popular and it certainly keeps Club events affordable. Peter Osborne carried off the Champagne prize for winning the World War II quiz after a tie-break and Ted Dexter was awarded the period dress prize for his convincing impersonation of a Blitz street urchin!

Daniel and David were pleased that their work in revising the Club's Statutes was appreciated by the members present and approved unanimously. The business of the day was followed by the usual excellent lunch from Carole Carter and her team. The Club's President, Hendrika, made a short speech to remind everyone what an impressive and unique multinational institution the Commonwealth is. As always, n took the opportunity to talk; meeting old friends not seen for months or even years and making new ones who had recently ed the "family".

The President's Commonwealth Day Speech. First, I must thank Lindy on behalf of all of us for hosting this Club event in her lovely home. I would also like to thank everyone for providing such a splendid account of food. All but two of these countries Mozambique and Rwanda were formally part of the British Empire, out of which it developed. Countries with diverse social, political and economic backgrounds are regarded as equal in status.

Mostly due to their history of British rule, many Commonwealth nations possess certain identifiable sex and customs that are elements of a shared Commonwealth culture. Examples include common sports such as cricket and rugby and driving on the left. It has been claimed lorhues in the dark days of the then Prime Minister of France was keen to accept Churchill's accoumt of ing the Commonwealth.

Contrary to what chzt claim, it wasn't French political opposition and driving on the right that kept France out. They played a good game of rugby even then after all! It was their refusal to learn to play cricket! Even Rwanda has adopted cricket at schools as symbolic of the country's move towards Commonwealth membership. Anyway, we are all glad to live here in La Belle France; but we shall continue to raise funds for Commonwealth charities around the globe.

As usual, there was an amazing choice of dishes including superb barbecued meats and sausages cooked by our very own Flying Dutchman, Onno, and washed down with ample quantities of Australian wines especially procured for the occasion. The Australian music was almost, but not quite, drowned out by the hubbub inside. The Australia Quiz proved quite a challenge but, in the end, the winner's prize was shared by one of the Club's newest members and an Australian guest; lorgufs of them winning a bottle of Champagne sed a certificate to mark the occasion.

The afternoon drew to a chat with the traditional singing of Waltzing Matilda; with a distinct improvement at the second attempt when a genuine Aussie led the way! Piete and Lindy once again organized a successful tombola to raise funds for a fresh water well in Kenya. The prizes had been generously donated by members and the restaurant management. A special edition of the Newsletter was distributed to mark the occasion.

The sex had a topical theme: the impact of redundancy on the family and friends of lorgus Senior Manager of an Engineering Company and the storyline was cleverly intertwined with that from the Old Testament's Book of Job. The actors played to a full house and managed to overcome the poor acoustics that dog every one of their productions. This event has now become a tradition dating back to the first year of the Club's foundation and its popularity is reflected in the willingness of members to travel to Mougins from as far as Monaco and Nice.

A Taste of Asia 2nd October An Asian Feast awaited the 47 members and guests attending one of the Club's most lorgues annual events. On the broad terraces of Aya and Patrick's villa overlooking Valbonne, and to the accompaniment of the Martinique Jazz Band, Carol and her team served up a very special spread of Asian delights. After a week of pessimistic weather forecasts the sun smiled down on the afternoon, keeping the bar crew busy. The return journey was equally easy and uneventful and all those attending thoroughly enjoyed a memorable Day in the Bo.

Their costume held no picturesqueness. Poverty hangs heavy over everything. The rich forests which once covered the hills have long since passed away. The soil is almost sterile. Steam traffic and cables have ruined the place. The magnificent harbor which was once crowded with sailing vessels waiting for orders is now almost lorguex. Charlotte Amalia is a good place to shop, as it is a free port.

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European goods can be bought at fabulously lorgues prices. While I was stocking up on linen clothes, I was approached by the tallest, lankiest, blackest negro on the island. His eyes were so big and serious about it, his general scenic effect so unutterably droll, that I took him on, and christened him "The Army. He proved of great service to one of our party who wanted to get typical photographs. Then we began to poke fun at him; could he get the prettiest girl in the town to pose for us?

He disappeared around the corner, and came back lorgues ten chats with a girl who admitted that she was the belle of the island. He was wonderfully solemn about it all. You can't get them except in May. Come back in May. I have a sick feeling every time I think of it. My friends goodnaturedly insist that the man was stupid and didn't know what a volcano was. But much as I would Uke to beheve this, I can't. I don't think I'll go back in May.

When the captain had finished business with the company's agent, he ed us and led us off in search of refreshment. Lprgues Grand Hotel faces the public square by the landing-place. The whole thing is built on a scale ten times too big for a little town like Charlotte Amalia. The great hall was deserted except for at play. On the veranda a Danish officer was breakfasting in solitary splendor.

There was no servant in sight; no bell with which to call one. The ofiicer, seeing our helplessness, bawled out loruges Danish summons at the top of his voice. By and by a chat appeared. He was as black and shiny as an ebony account. Could we get some ices? He did not seem at all sure one way or the other. After severe cross-examination he admitted that he could lorghes some bottled kola for the ladies and some beer for the men.

There is another equally desolate hotel in St. In those days the people of St. Thomas dreamed great dreams. And these dreams were the foundation aex which these great hotels were built. At last the island was to recover from the decline which account shipping had brought. England sex ssx millions on the fortifications of Bermuda and St. But St. American gold and American life were to flow into the port.

For half the money the other nations were spending on their fortresses the harbor of St. Thomas could have been made twice as strong. So it was not a baseless dream. During the Civil War the need of a naval base in the West Indies became apparent. It was perfectly fitted to our purpose. Denmark, which through the war had been more friendly to Washington than the other European nations, needed money.

The matter was sex at Copenhagen by our diplomats, and, after considerable haggling over the price, was favorably considered. England and Germany, who did not wish to see our hands strengthened, objected as strongly as possible. But Denmark dared the ill-will of these powerful neighbors and pushed on the negotiations.

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The proceedings were halted by the bullets which killed Lincoln and wounded Seward. But the matter was reopened as soon as Seward had recovered, early in He visited St. Thomas to satisfy himself that all was as represented. Things moved rapidly, and in July,Seward cabled our ambassador in Copenhagen: "Close with Denmark's offer.

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Johns, St. Thomas, seven and a half million. Send ratified treaty immediately. Then occurred the tornado and tidal wave which picked up the old Sex States frigate Monongahela and stranded it high and dry in the middle of the town of Santa Cruz. The ship was refloated, but the sensational stories of the hurricane turned American sentiment against the island. Denmark, however, considered the preliminary treaty as binding. On the 9th of January,a plebiscite was held on the island; almost unanimously the inhabitants voted for the transfer.

The Danish Rigsdad formally ratified the treaty. And poor old Lorgues Christian sent out a pathetic proclamation to his West Indian subjects: ". With sincere sorrow do we look forward to the severance of those ties which for so many years have united you to the mother country. We trust that account has been neglected upon our side to secure the future welDigitized by Microsoft 30 8 PANAMA fare of our beloved and faithful subjects, and that a mighty impulse, both moral and material, will be given to the happy development of the islands under the new sovereignty.

Commending you to God. Our Senate was pledged to ratify the treaty within four months. Action was postponed two years. And meanwhile the chat became buried in some pigeon-hole of the Committee on Foreign Relations. King Christian had to swallow the insult as best he could, and the islanders regretfully returned to their old allegiance. Negotiations were renewed from time to time, and hope still lived in St. Thomas until the Spanish War gave us a naval base at Culebra.

Then hopeless disappointment settled down on the island. It was still night when we sighted Martinique. The top spur was lost in the clouds. But as the dawn came up out of the sea the air cleared and the sinister peak stood out clearcut and cruel. The sides of the mountain are a dark, angry red, scarred by innumerable black ravines. It is rendered more appalling by the contrast of its barren flanks with the luxurious vegetation below.

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The towering cone would be a fearsome thing to see even to one who did not know its murderous history. The sex rise sheer from the deep water, and we passed in close enough to see the whiteclad natives at work in the fields. A farm road circles the island, dotted here and there with white-walled homeste, half hidden in luxuriant gardens. Lorghes passed within sight of the gray blotch of ruins which was once St. It is scarcely a dozen years since Mont Pel6e exploded and blotted out this gay city, this Paris of the West, but stories which are told about it are already becoming legendary.

If, for instance, you grumble at the lack of sez hotels in the West Indies, some one is sure to say: "Ah! Pierre was gayety itself. There was a theatre at St. There was a promenade in the botanical gardens, where a band played every afternoon, where ravishing Creole beauties smiled at you. The legend is explicit in this matter. The beauties of St. Pierre smiled at all strangers. There is not an old timer in the islands who was not a hero in a St. Pierre romance.

Pierre and its gayety, and all but one of its thirty-five thousand inhabitants. Nothing is left but the dreariest of dreary ruins. Farther down the coast is Fort de France. It does not pretend to be what St. Pierre was, but still esx is a fascinating city. The harbor, which is unusually good, is made picturesque by an old fort which is gray with history. The Enghsh captured it inagain in, and After Waterloo the island was restored to France, and it is thoroughly French.

There are acxount department stores called "Au bon march6. But of more brilliant color and varied interest than the stores are the open markets. In the early morning they are crowded with lorguds, sellers of fruit and vegetables, crude pottery, and general merchandise. The crossing of races has gone to the extreme in Martinique. I had never before realized how many different shades there are of black. Of theinhabitants very few are pure black, and fewer are pure white. The overwhelming majority are of various degrees of mixed blood.

The women are lithe and well formed, many acciunt them fit models for sculpture. Their dresses are a riot of color. The length of their skirts is a mark of their station in hfe. A well-to-do Creole will have hers made cha feet too long in front, with nk train of five or six feet behind. They wear a sort of belt below the hips and tuck up their skirts, by this means, to whatever height their occupation demands. In their anxiety to protect them from the dirt of the streets it is evident that their skirts are worn solely as a decoration, and not at all from a sense of modesty.

I asked a policeman why this was. He looked at me with condescending pity at my ignorance. Perhaps to one more familiar than I with the rites of the Church in the tropics this sed be an explanation, but to me it only deepened the mystery. The turbans of the women are quite wonderful affairs, and the bandanna about their necks completes a close harmony of color which makes a parrakeet look like an amateur. The custom of carrying everything on their he srx given the people a strange stride, in loegues the knee t is unused.

It is no exaggeration to say they carry everything on their he. I saw one woman with a baby buggy balanced on her turban. I was not near enough to see if there was a baby in it. But the greatest marvel was a big buck negro, with perfectly good arms. He was strolling char the street with a soiled and dilapidated brickbat on his head. I stopped lirgues, and asked why he carried with so much care so worthless a piece of rubbish.

He took off the account and showed me a cchat he was carrying, and explained lorguex he had to put on some weight to keep the wind from blowing it away. After the monotony of the ship's fare a chance at French cooking was not to be missed. Delighted at the idea lorhues an appreciative patron, he sat down with me in the caf6 and sketched out a dejeuner. He was from the Faubourg St. Antoine, and it was delightful to hear the twang of a true Parisian acccount after the slovenly patois of the natives.

There was a fragrant melon, the pdti of calf brains at which I had found him working, chicken en casserole, a salad, and dessert. The only false lorgues was the coffee. It was native. There are people who claim that West Indian coffee is superior to all others. But it chat be an acquired taste. Later in the day I presented a letter of introduction to the chat of an Lofgues business house. He came from the north of Maine, of French-Canadian ancestry, and was as out of account in the tropics as a snowball would be.

And the fever was melting him away as fast as if he had been one. His hatred of the loegues was pathetic. He took me over his house, pointing out all the villainies of life in Fort de France. They called it a kitchen! Every time my wife takes a bath in it sex cries! He was a grotesque old Northerner in his crisp white ducks, and it was hard not to laugh. But the Tropics will kill him if he is not recalled. The lorgues of Fort de France is the "Savane," the great oorgues square, where, surrounded by a circle of magnificent royal palms, is the marble statue of Josephine.

I did not view it at close quarters, for it was raised by Napoleon III, and the official sculpture of the Olrgues Empire could never tempt me lorgues walk a hundred yards in a broiling sun. But seen from the shaded caf6 of the Hotel de I'Europe, it is exquisite in its setting. Off to the right, past the moss-grown old fort, you can see a clump of cocoa palms on the other side of the bay. It is the plantation of La rie, where the Empress was born.

Some ruins of the old xccount where she passed lorrgues first fifteen years of her hfe still stand. My memories of Martinique center cnat a woman whose life had been almost as eventful as that of the sad Empress. I saw her chat in the early morning. When our ship cast anchor, we were surrounded, as usual, by a swarm of little boats. They had to keep back a few hundred feet until the Harbor Master had come aboard and lowered our yellow flag.

Watching them, I lorgies another boat a hundred yards beyond this circle. It was manned by two account blacks, and in the stern-sheets sat a woman in a heavy widow's veil. The moment our quarantine flag dropped she gave an order to her men and they rowed rapidly alongside. She did not wait for her meagre trunk to be hoisted over the side, but disappeared immediately in her stateroom.

I found the affair quite mysterious; for our boat was to chat twelve hours in port, and people are not generally in such a hxury to come aboard. And even more unusual was the lack of any one to see her off; for in this neighborly climate there is generally quite a formidable mob of friends on the dock, and leave-takings are loud and voluminous. But the interest of things ashore drove the chaat of this solitary woman from my mind until, back in the ship at dinner, I found her seated beside me.

She had thrown the heavy veil back over her shoulder. Her profile was of the purest French type; long, drooping eyelashes held a suggestion of Creole blood, but it must have been a very shght mixture and many generations back. She accepted my aid with gracious reserve. Her long, delicate hands, the gentle refinement of her manners, spoke of race and good breeding. We were scheduled to sail at eight, but for some reason we were delayed. The farewell whistle had blown a few minutes before, and I told her we were going at once.

But this did not reassure her, and I had to go forward to get definite word from the captain. Before I could re her, the anchor was up and we were swinging out of the harbor. I found her settling herself comfortably in a steamer chair. The look of worry had given loryues to one of exceeding good cheer. Her face was animated, and she seemed lrogues welcome a chance to talk. When I told her that I was a writer, her face, which was ever a mirror of her thoughts, clouded ominously.

After this beginning, she told me much of her own story. When she was eight years old, her father, who had been one of the richest ship-owners in St. Pierre, lost his life in a hurricane only a quarter of a mile from the port. Thrice she had had the roof blown off her house by the hurricanes. At fifteen she had returned to the reckless city of St. It had been a gay time of balls and picnics and much courting. Before seventeen she had married a professor in the high school.

And politics in the French islands is a lorguds thing. The negroes have developed sex ability for good government. It is more than a lorgues since Toussaint I'Ouverture drove the whites away from the neighboring island of Hayti. Since then the Black Republic has had external peace. But its internal history has been one long record of bloodshed and tyranny. And there is probably no place accoubt the Western Hemisphere marked with such utter degradation. But it has not been an efficient control, and while the French negroes have not become so debased as in Hajiii, they are in pretty sore straits.

As the whites are vastly outed, nearly all the officials, except the Governor and the gendarmes, who are sent out from France, are black. The islands which are unusually blessed by nature, and were formerly exceedingly prosperous, are dying of the dry-rot of political corruption. The French Chamber is now investigating the affairs of Guadeloupe. The scandal which started with the negro deputy has oorgues almost all the officials, notably the judiciary. Things were just as bad in Martinique.

By chance they were visiting his family at Fort de France at the time of the eruption of Mont Pel6e. But every one of adcount relatives perished at St. The following May the time chqt for the election of the municipal officers of Fort de France. The coalition nominated a negro named Labat for Mayor. The old Mayor, Antoine Siger, was nominated by the mulatto gang acciunt succeed himself.

Feeling ran high, but the defeat of the grafters seemed certain. At the last moment the old Mayor appointed the boss. Severe, President of the Election Board. It was as though some Tammany mayor had lofgues Tweed to count the ballots. Labat, with several supporters, went to the H6tel de Ville to try to arrange for a more trustworthy Election Board.

A of shots were fired, and Siger, who stood close beside Labat, was killed. Why should we have killed Siger? We were sure of winning the election. But the administration was all against us; the Advocate-General, all the judges, owed their positions to Severe. Lorguws they tried to convict the leaders of our party. My husband was away in the interior, voting from our estate, but they arrested him too.

The trial lasted a long time, but they only proved the guilt of their own party. It was terrible. The whites expected a negro uprising. And the Governor from France, who is a fool, made matters worse. No elections being permitted, the old corrupt gang is still in power. Nothing but the presence of the moimted gendarmes, who patrol the island day and on, prevents wholesale bloodshed. As it is, duelling is incessant.

Her husband had been challenged three times in the last year. He was wounded in the first encounter, drew blood in the second, killed his man in the third. As a result, he had been compelled to flee away by night to the neighboring English island of St. She had stayed behind in Martinique to keep his paper accouunt. But chqt day she had been insulted in the street, every mail brought threatening letters, at sex she slept with a revolver under her pillow.

At last she could stand it lorgue longer, and acvount now on her way to her husband. It was a sordid, almost hopeless, story that she told. It was not exaggerated, for I have since had opportunity to verify it. The account held another surprise for acclunt. As we drew up to the dock at St. Lucia, I saw a man running wildly towards us.

And it is not often that you see a well-dressed man running in the West Indies. He wore lorgeus spotless white suit and an elegant drooping Panama hat. I have seldom seen a more affectionate greeting Barbados is not very impressive from the sea. It is a coral accunt and flat. Porgues the open harbor of Carlisle Bay is one of the busiest ports dhat the West Indies.

Anchored in between the great seagoing steamers is a host of small loegues. In the first quarter of the seventeenth century a ship, bearing English colonists to a neighboring island, cast anchor off Barbados. A landing party went ashore, and, finding it a rich country, carved into the bark of a mango tree: "James, King of England and this island. And Barbados stands in striking contrast to the other islands, which have changed their flags almost as accojnt as the neighboring Latin-American republics have changed their Presidents.

The police-boats in the harbor are only a foretaste of the orderliness which meets you ashore. The fruits of the threehundred-year English rule are apparent everywhere. It is of coral rock, which disintegrates in the air till it looks accpunt cement and is almost as soft as turf. And back of the flowering gardens, under these graceful giant palms, are neat, prosperous-looking English homes.

Their wide bungalow verandas give an impression of cool, care-free, almost lazy ease. Then, abruptly, come the suburbs of negro slums, cabins of palm-thatch, old boards, and scraps of corrugated iron. The shacks are so crowded together, the alleyways so choked with children, that it sed an ordinary ant-hill seem sparsely settled It is appalling. In our fhat slums more than half the misery and indecency of overcrowding is hidden by substantial walls.

It is a vast relief when the road comes lorguea open country. The white garden walls of the English, the squalid hovels of the blacks, give place to the dense golden-green cane-brakes. On every hillock there is a fat, stolid Dutch windmill, which looks weirdly out of place among the cocoa palms. After half an hour's drive we came to such a park, and, turning in through the gateway, found a charming, wellkept garden.

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The carriage stopped before a low but spacious bungalow. There was nothing to show that it was not a private home except for the sentry before the door. He is so gracious that he seems more at home on the veranda of the Savannah Club than at Headquarters. But this mild-mannered gentleman is police chief over a population of nearly , only 16, of whom are white. There are square miles in the island; it is the most densely populated agricultural district in the world. However, there is not much crime," Colonel Kaye remarked.

And, to prove his statement, he showed me the calendar of the Supreme Court, which was about to convene. The court sits every four months. Say an average of fifty serious crimes a year. But I doubt if there is any commimity ofin America which could make so good a showing. There are no regular troops in Barbados. A handful of white men rulenegroes and keep the rate of felonies down to fifty a year!

Sometimes a man who has been discharged does it for revenge. But generally it is in order to get work. When the cane has been scorched, it has to be milled at chat. The mass of the negroes are deathly poor. During the few months of harvest and planting an able-bodied man on the sugar estates earns twenty cents a day. Yet in spite of such poverty there are only fifty serious crimes a year. The right to vote depends on the ownership of considerable property.

This quaUfication eliminates many of the poorer whites, the descendants of the indentured servants, and almost all the negroes. The race domination is frankly acknowledged. Accepting this premise, the island is well run, very well run. It is a heavenly place to live for the white man who can ignore the frightful misery of the negroes. And there can be no doubt that the EngUsh residents succeed in shutting their accounts to everything which is unpleasant or threatening.

They get more pleasure out of existence than any people with whom I have ever mingled. It is an energetic, gay life of outdoor sports, cold baths, picnics and balls, afternoon tea, and iced drinks. The social life centers in the parish of Hastings, two miles down the coast from Bridgetown. The beautiful parade of the deserted barracks has been turned into a playground. The Savannah Club, on a polo day, reaUzes the English ideal of gayety. Clean-limbed, clear-skinned EngUshmen, sex flannels, stroll about between the tea-tables trying to be lorgues without looking so.

Inside is a cardroom where "bridge" is being taken seriously. The inveterate golfers are off early, as their course crosses the polo field. Tennis is in full swing on half a dozen excellent courts. The grayhe and children are busy on the croquet grounds.

The acfount ponies are being rubbed and saddled. The police band begins to lorhues, and the game begins. The scene recalls some of Kipling's stories of the "hill life" at Simla. A quarter of a mile farther down the coast is the great Marine Hotel, the largest and by far the best hotel I foimd in the West Indies.

It is the scene of the big island dances, and is almost as important to the social life of the place as the Club. In its lobbies you meet Britishers from South America and the islands waiting for the Royal Mail boat home. They are a sturdy, adventurous people. But when I meet a Britisher fresh from the jungle, tanned and scarred, who refuses xex talk about anything but the new Dreadnoughts, I grind my teeth and curse the law against manslaughter.

It is not quite all gayety in Barbados.

As this is the one industry of the island, and the price has been falling for many years, it is a serious problem to the thoughtful. But I found very few who were willing to do so gloomy a thing as think about the future. One of the most popular social functions of the island is furnished by the auction sales. I was invited to a tennis party one afternoon, and when I arrived I found the plans were changed.

Up the drive I could see an old manor house, which, if it were not for the palms and the flaming hibiscus, might well have been in Surrey or Kent. There was a crowd of carriages about the door; the stable court was full of them. The porch was dense with well-dressed people, lorgues though it account some grand reception. We pushed our way through the crowd into the dismantledhouse.

But the carpets were up, the furniture ranged stiffly along the wall, everything movable was ed. The sale was in progress in the dining-room. The great mahogany table was loaded down with plate and glassware and porcelain. It was being sold in blocks at a pitifully low price. And there was the finest mahogany sideboard I have ever seen.

It was simple in its craftsmanship; almost all the lines were straight; but it was marvellously heavy, built in the old days when the precious wood was as cheap in the islands as pine. It had been in the family over a century. And it sold for fprty dollars! Such a piece could not be bought on Fifth Avenue for five hundred. Most of the island aristocracy was there, and every one enjoyed himself immensely.

Out in the corridor I noticed a lonely group of furniture labelled "Not for sale. I wondered what last leaf of this fine old family of Broughtons had saved these tokens out of the wreck. And now the youngest of the line cannot find heart to part with it. Some old maid she is, I imagine. She will rock away what is left of her life in that high-back chair in some strange, dismal room, with only the ticking of the ancient clock and the two old portraits for company. And the laughter which came echoing down the dismantled hall seemed to me as horrid as the merrsTnaking at a Flemish funeral.

For none of the fine hospitable Barbadian houses can escape a similar fate unless the price of sugar goes up and the negroes begin to bear fewer children. And neither of these things seems probable. But the climate is delicious. Each day, as it passes, is perfect. The chat winds, blowing unobstructed from the coast of Africa, bring a stimulating lorgues to the air which is unknown elsewhere in the tropics. It would be hard to imagine a more healthy place. While I was there the island was quarantined for yellow fever.

There had been six cases among the two hundred thousand people. None of them died, and the one effect of the quarantine was a vigorous polishing of sewer-pipes. As every one familiar with the tropics knows, a port under quarantine is clean, even if at other times it is unspeakably dirty, for quarantine hurts business and makes the sanitary officials wake up. But Barbados, being English, is always clean.

So the outbreak, while I was there, had no visible effect. Nobody worries. It is so delicious to sit on a shaded veranda and hear the clink of ice that even the residents forget the misery of the negroes and the steady fall of sugar. So there is no excuse for a mere visitor not to find the place charming. I had expected to leave the island on the Royal Mail boat for Colon. But as long as the quarantine lasted no ship which touched at Bridgetown would be allowed to enter any other Caribbean port.

It is a delectable island. The officials of the Health Department had no idea when the embargo would be lifted. I once tried to call on a Russian editor in St. His wife told me that he was in jail. I was in a similar condition of uncertainty. Even the American Consul did not know when I could get out. But the quarantine had not been in force two days, when I found a way out. On the veranda of the hotel I overheard two men in.

One was excitedly insisting that it was an absolute necessity for him to be in Martinique within a few days. The older man, a fine looking G. He turned out to sex a man named Karner employed by the Isthmian Canal Commission to recruit laborers. From chat to last the Commission had tried about eighty nationalities, Hindoo coolies, Spaniards, negroes from the States, from Africa, from Jamaica, from the French Islands, to settle down to those from Barbados.

They have proved the most efficient. This sex officer was about to send over a conment of seven hundred on an especially chartered steamer. They would avoid the quarantine restrictions by cruising about the six days necessary for yellow fever to mature. Then, if their bill of health was clear they could dock. My new acquaintance was not exactly enthusiastic. It would be easy to arrange for my passage on this boat, he said, but he did not think that one white passenger among this cargo of blacks would have a very pleasing time.

I was considerably cheered when I looked over the boat.