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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 14, 1913)
The Omaha Sunday Bee Magazine Page . : r- r r .. AND EVERYWHERE JHAT fSjARY yyENT Jsf Z,e the Old Nursery Rhyme, This Relent less Pursuit in Sloop, Yacht and Submarine, of One of Our Richest Widows by the Most Gallant Society Sea Captain WILli Mrs. Henrjr noamona, one of the wealthiest wid ows In society, finally re ward Captain Franklin Plummor for his years of devotion and for his persistent, if peculiar, mothod of wooing? Some men haro won tholr sweethearts by moans of flowers, lovcr-llko letters, deeds of heroism, or by being ono hundred por cent efficient as lovers. Captain Plum mer, vlco-commodoro of the Now York Yacht Club, and ono of tho best amateur skippers In tho yacht Ins world, will win his suit because of his rororslon to typo. Ho is, in n way, tho modern prototype of the cave man. Ho has Utorally chased his beauti ful soon-to-be-flancoe to oarth, al though his chase has beon in tho water. It has boon a long chaao and mostly n stern chase, this yachting courtship. The beautiful widow on her beautiful steam yacht. The eultor aboard a dazzling white ecboonor. It is bound to be a suc cessful ono, and society la this coun try and England, where both have many friends, is counting on send ing wedding present before the snow files. Every once in a while we are brought face to face with a court chip so unusual, so sentimentally In teresting that we pauso, in this busy modern age,, and say, "Ah, hat Gad nooks! tho good old days of romance ,aro not dead." This Is one of those Ipauso-maktng courtships. We must begin at tho beginning this tale of a love affair that would have in spired Dumas, one that might woll fit in with the Wo otory of the Three 'Musketeers. Mrs. Redmond, the heroine of this "chaso," is a charming young widow, Mossed with several million dollars, and a rare sense of humor. She is passionately devoted to yachting, and has spent seven-elgbths of the (last ten years on board her big steam yachL A year aftor Mr. Redmond's death a suitor appeared on the horizon. It was Just at tho opening of tho yacht ing season that Captain Plummor's yachting cap began to seek a per ranmcnt hook in tho cabin of tho nedmond yacht. The widow was delighted to renew an old acquaint ance with the vice-commodore. There wero many visits, tea was drunk in gilded cups nearly every afternoon on the dock of tho "Julio," which was tho name given Mb yacht by tho lato Mr. Rodmond. Before the Summer ended society began to notice that wherever tho "Julie" dropped anchor, the Plummer yacht speedily dipper her colors at a neighboring mooring. Thus began the chase, three short years ago. After the Newport Horse Show that year Mrs. Redmond weighed anchor on the "Julie" and sallod for parts unknown. As the "Julie" steamed cut of the harbor, the sail ors on board the big whlto "Sea Fox" wero busily at work making sail, Ten minutes after tho "Julie" drop pod out of sight, the "Sea Fox," look ing like a great white Nemesis, was flying before the wind, with Captain Plummer in the lookout's nest anx iously scanning tho horizon. The next night the "Julie" an chored In Boston Harbor. Early the following morning Mrs. Redmond, In the most fascinating whlto yacht ing costume, sat on deck, sipping her chocolate and keeping her eyes fixed on the top at Bunker Hill Monument. She Bighed. What did she Bay to her pretty companion, Dorothy Kane, of tho red-gold hair? Well, what would a heroine of a Dumas novel sayt "It is well done, Dorothy, my pretty maid, we have escaped our suitor. It 1b, you see, Just a thought too early for me to settle on tho partner of my future. It is well that we stole away without making our plans known to our suitor. Ho can Yo Gods, my pretty Dorothy, what varlet enters here!" And. leaping lightly over tho port rail. Captain Plummer Joins his run away sweetheart. "Good morning, Mistress Redmond. It is a pretty morning, and a fine tail we had over the bounding bil lows. Gad zooksl didst you think to lose me so soonT" Thus spoke the heroine and hero of this romance as they met In Bos ton Harbor. Thus closed the first leg of a chaso which was to extend over three years and many, many The "Julie" stayed In Boston Ru bor ten days. There was much to do In the town and many short trjo in America to make to nearby places on the north shore Sometimes, they all gathered on the dock of tho "Sea Fox," other times thoy stoamed about in tho "Julio." But always there was a twlnklo In Mrs. Redmond's gray eyes. One night a heavy fog blew in from tho sea. At Its thickest, the "Julie" wolghed anchor and slipped away, headed for Bar Harbor. Tho next morning tho skipper of tho "Sea Fox," in immaculate flannols, ordered his launch to tako him to tho "Julio." "She's gono, sir, gono thoBO many hours llko a thlof In tho night. Suro I thought you know," ropllod the first mate. "Gono! Am I again undonot" cried Captain Plummor. "Plpo all hands on deck and make all Ball at onoel" (Scene of great bustle and confu sion on board. Captain Plummer, glowers over tho starboard rail, hut the cold, gray waters give him no clue.) Where away, air," asks tho mate. "Dm um er something tells Be to head straight for Bar Har bor." It is cold for those northern wat ers, nearly October, but the "Sea Fox" makes splendid headway, and two days lator floats placidly on the bosom of Frenchman's Bay, All is quiet on board th6 "Julie." It is mid-day; thoro is no one on deck. The boautlful widow and her guest aro lunching daintily in the dining room. Heavy htops are heard descending tho stairs. "We seom to have oludcd him," says Mrs. Red mond. Do we hoar her sigh? "May I havo some luncheon?" asks a brave, manly voice, and Cap tain Plummor stands betoro her. "Why how, oh, how did you find us?" "To me you were novor lost. My heart told me that you were here, and I camo." Another period of pleasant days, spent In each other's company. Then another sudden disappearance This timo the "Julie" headed for New York, arriving throe days later. Mrs. Redmond stopped from her launch to the dock at the foot of East Thirty-third streot, almost into the arms of Captain Plummerl "You are a wizard, you could not have sailed here, have you a maglo carpet?" askod tho heroine. ' J tThla Is Mrs. Henry Redmond Whose Heart Haat Last Been . ' wiWm&L. ' ' 'VCI Won by Gallant Captain PIummera Pursuit On the . ila wlxi m eft 18 Dorothy Kano Who Has Lonsf Tried PV-'j'y yEt4fcSfl Help Her Escape the Captain; on the Right, MEwT H&V'M SMIStlm Roberta Willard Who Shared in tho jalllL u. 'J'mV Sub marina Adventuz- Copyright. Hl. Ilk Vs- -m Wj : . . by the Star Company. Great Britain Itlgbta Riervea "Came by train, have been wait ing hero slnco yesterday," replied the hero. "It is useless to try to escape me, always I will follow you to tho onds of the earth." "I see It is useless," and the hero ine shrugged her beautiful shoulders wearily, but hor eyeB twinkled, j Then camo weeks, on shore, with the gallant Captain forced to sharo his lady with other suitors. It was only on tho water that he could be alono with hor. But Christmas brought better things. "I sail for Florida within an hour," whispered the heroine to tho hero. "Sorry you cannot follow me in the dear old "Soa Fox." By-bye." Oh cruel heroine I When tho "Julio" arrived in tho harbor at Miami, thero was not a sail in sight. "Ah ha, I havo es caped my herol Where, oh where is the gallant Tar?" "Right hero, at your service, Madam. I came down the coast on a fast freight train." And up stepped the Captain, with a big bunch of or chids In his left hand, and a young alligator In his right hand. Thon began another love chaso. The Cap tain hired a fleet motor boat, and everywhere that the herolno went, the Captain followed. It was a most amusing game of tag, with Mrs. Red mond alwayB "It" In desperation one day, ehe slip ped north to Savannah, and there to greet her was tho Captain, smil ing and debonair. Then back she went to Palm Beach, the Captain ar riving the next day and all the world by this time smiling and betting on the gallant Tar. Mary had a littlej lamb, Its fleece was white! as snow, And every where) that Mary went The lamb was sure to go." "Thus runs Mother Goose, and Captain Plummer, although not at all a lamb, behaved just like the historic one. Every where the Widow Redmond went on her yacht there was Captain Plummer bobbing upj Out of the sea." But again the Newport season rolled around, with no matrimonial announcement in sight. The Cap tain's bronzed faco was strained and , his eyes looked worried. "I feol llko tho Wandering Jew, never two min utes In the samo place. Give me peace ere I die." "I sail for Newport to-night. Shall I see you thero?" was tho heroine's, only reply. And tho jolly chase began again, with the heroine looking prettier than ever. Tho "Julie" had been sold in the meantime, for the hero ine needed a faster yacht. She char tered the "Admiral" because a yacht with such a name is sure to win any race. But to date, the "Admiral" haa not once been able to elude tho Cap tain. One day in July, when to hide for at least a day from the "Cavo Man" Mrs. Redmond sailed over to a secret island in the outer bay for a picnic luncheon with two jolly girl friends, Roberta Willard and Eliza beth Sands, the Captain followed them in a submarine and frightened them almost to death by rising from tho water at their feet. Another day he literally dropped from the sky, having flown across country in an aeroplane. But usual ly he was content to use his yacht. It seemed more harmonious. From Newport to Bar Harbor, then to Portland, then back to New York, with stops in between to throw the Captain off the scent, kept the "Admiral" busy until Christmas came again, and then the Southern waters saw the same old morry-goi round. "Why doesn't Julie Redmond stop her fun and marry the Captain?" asked society. "Because the chase is sport and matrimony is not," an swered a Gentle Cynic "Why don't I marry?" repeated the heroine; "simply because I am hav ing so much fun being chased. After marrying, I will havo to do tho chas ing. Tho very fact that the horo never knows whero I will be keeps him Interested. And In the mean time, this flying about and hustling to keep ahead, is giving mo a won derfully slim figure." Which Is all very true. Here at tho end of tho third Newport season Mrs. Redmond stands, a slim, dainty sprite of a creature, her flguro as slender ns a flag pole, and with the hero more abjectly devoted than ever. . . The "Admiral's" log for this Sum mer of eight weeks showa that fif teen times she, with tho heroine on board, has slipped out of the harbor with ono of her threo pretty favor ites, Dorothy of the red-gold hair, Roberta of the golden locks, or Eliz abeth with roso-red cheeks to bear her company. Fifteen times, from Labrador to Bermuda, the "Admiral" has made port, but never onco has tho Captain failed to bob up serenely. "The man is bewitched," the her lne often says. "Indeed he Is not," replies fait) Dorothy, "he is in lovo." "Ho adores you," sigh Roberta and Elizabeth. "Such adoration! must be rewarded." And it will be rewarded. The heroine now whispers that she isj simply waiting tho result of tho lastj chase, and then sho will say "Yes.' The last chase will be a long onej It will be across the Atlantic and through the Suez Canal to India. If the heroine reaches the mouth of the Ganges first, she will greet the hero with open arms. If the hero reaches It first, the heroine will fall Into bis waiting arms. And they will then sail home toi eether. The chase ended. The yea! romance of life Just begun, ' v I