The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-15

but something in the upraised eyes and thrilling notes went straight to their hearts, and, as he ceased, th.y clapped, and shouted, and threw flowers and coins at his feet in their impulsive southern fashion.
 eco on :" they cried; ego crl" And the little lad obeyed, growing bolder and more at ease, and inspired by his own success, the sweet, clear treble pealing out in the silence till it seemed to go straight up to heaven, like lark's song on a summer morning.
 Bruno listened wonderinely, and not i'll pleased. The child took better than the dancing dogs. He was not afraid now of his bargain. He gathered up the money, which the child left unheeded, but he would not let the child sing again.
 "No," he said, as the shouts and ac- ciamations rang out on all sides. "That is enough here. Let us go further on. You did we'll" he added, as he held his hand and led him across the Piazza of the Signoria, and on to where the cheo- uered marbles of the Duomo and the slender pile of Giotto's tower showed themselves against the soft blue of the sky. " You did well, but you must learn the peoples songs; that is what they like. Keep your ears open and listen. One hears them everywhere. You will soon pick them up. We will go hone now and rest and have some food, and in the evening we will go yonder to the Cascine woods. All the city will be there You will have a merry life with me if you but do my bidding. There is no fear of the priests catching you now"
 Tista thought Bruno could not be a very good Catholic himself to talk so ir- reverenuy of the church's powers and mandates; but he was only too content to be free to roam through these wonder tnl and beautiful cities, al no greater cost than the lifting up of his voice in song that came as naturally to him as to the birds.
 Obedient to Bruno's demands he sang again and again. The people crowded and applauded, and Bruno was in high good humor, and congratulated himself upon his luck, and no longer spoke rough ly to the little lad, but treated him with good food and kind words, and let him rest and sleep all through the hot, bright afternoon, for 1t was long way to the Cascine woods.
 This boys voice is a mine of silver,' Bruno said to himself that night; "a mine of silver! lmust take care, though, that he does not find it out"
 CHAPTER III
 This first day was the outline of Tista's life for many day to come. They wan dered through towns and villages, large and small, taking them just as they came, aod always the little lads lovely voice and beautiful face carried the same charm md won the same success
 All through the broad, sunny plains of Romagna and Tuscany they wandered, md almost always on foot, travelling in he cool early morning, or bright nights | of moonlight, Tista singing to knots of 1ancing peasants, or at the doors of the title hostelries, or in the cool squares or gardens of some ancient town and the title lad grew to like the wandering life, | hough he disliked his master and his coarse, rough ways and violent speech. | But so long as the money flowed in Bruno | vas not unkind, though he hated the lt- le lads fanciful dreams and constant hirst for information, and scoffed at and | checked them whenever Tista uttered | hem. So Tista gradually kept them te himself or only con6ded them to Coco. sho was his surest and most faithful riend.
 The animal had grown very fond of inn, and rarely left his side, and went with him in all his wanderings, even hough he were foot sore and tired, as he 'ften was for rest to him meant only ex- 'rcises and practices, or the learning of lev tricks, to the accompaniment of leavy blows and hard words Bruno, vith the intelligence of ignorance, seem- ng to think that the surest way to quick n comprehension in the brute creation i'll usage. Tista knew better, and vould do the teaching with endless pa- fence and untiring gendeness, trying bus to shield the dumb creature from his masters blows, and often succeeded.
 People soon knew them well-the little lad and the shaggy dog, 'ho was his inseparable companion trough the summer months.
 When the vintage was over, and the lawns and nights began to grow chill, 'runo turned from the mountains, and alked of spending the winter months in florence.
 There will be rich foreigners there," e said, "and money is easy to mako. sesides, there is the carnival time com ng."
 So, to Tista's delight, they travelled 'aek to the beautiful city, pausing on heir way at FieSole, which they had not ct visited.
 They reached it at dusk of November lay, and Bruno bade the child rest for hat night-a permission he was willing nough to accept. Very early in the morning he awoke and dressed himself, alled softly to Coco, and went cut into he cool, radiant dawn while Bruno slept. ie went up the steep slopes, and watched he soft gray mists as they slowly rolled way like furled sails before the advance f the dawn. The vineyards were bare; Il the shelving, zigzag ways looked frap0A and AeSAYfAd and ShA oII A~@.