The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-12-11
lTHR MIDLAND JOURNAL.

street destitute Of elegance. with well
patronized shops destitute OF taste. and
more like the Regent street OF London
or the Broadway Of Now York than the
Boulevard des Itahens of Paris. In the
street Q great number Of people, but Of
vehicles only few, and these going be-
tween the Piazza Grande and the Piazza
della Legna-names sufficiently indicat-
ing the towns italian origin.
Sarcany appeared insensible to all
temptation, but Zirone rs he passed the
shops could not help giving an envious
glance into those he had not the means
to enter. And there was much there
that looked inviting, particularly in the
provision shops and chiefly in the
"biereries," where the beer flows more
freely than in any other town in Austria
Hungary. u5
There is rather more hunger and
thirst about in this Corso," said the
Sicilinn, whose tongue ratified against
his parched lips with the click Of cas-
tanet.
Sarcany's only reply to this OBSERVE
ton was shrug of the shoulders
They then took the first turning to
the left, and reached the bank of the
canal near the Ponto Rosso--a swing
bridge. This they crossed and went
along the quays, where vessels of light
draught were busy unloading. Hero
the shops and stalls looked much less
tempting. When he reached the church
of San Antonio, Sarcany turned sharply
to the right. His companion followed
him in silence. Then they went back
along the Corso and crossed the old
town whose narrow streets, impractic-
able for vehicles ~ they begin to climb
the slopes of the Karst, are 30 laid out
as to prevent their being enfladed by
that terrible wind, the bora, which
blows Jolly from the northeast. In this
old town of Trieste, Zirone and Sarcany.
the moneyless, found themselves more
ut home than among the richer quarters
Of the new.
1t was in fact, in the basement Of o
modest hotel not far from the church Of
Santa Maria Maggiore that they had
lodged since their arrival in the Illyrian
Capital. But as the landlord, who re-
manned unpaid, might become pressing
MS to this little bill, which grew larger
from day to day, they sheered off from
this dangerous shoal, crossed the square
and loitered for few minutes near the
Arco di Ricardo.
The study of Roman architecture did
not prove very satisfying. and as noth-
ing had turned up in the almost deserted
streets, they began the ascent of the
rough footpaths leading almost to the
top Of the Karst, to the terrace of the
cathedral
"Curious idea to climd mp here I"
muttered Zirone, rs he frightened his
cape around his waist.
But he did not abandon his young
companion, and away he went along the
line of steps, called by courtesy roads,
which led up the slopes of the Karst.
Ten minutes afterwards, hungrier and
thirstier than ever, they reached the
terrace. q.
From this elevated spot there is q
magnificent view extending across the
Gulf of Trieste to the open seas, includ-
ing the port with its fishing boats pass
ing and repassing, and its steamers and
trading ships outward and homeward
bound, and the whole of the town with
its suburbs and farthest houses cluster
ing along the hills. The view had no
charm for them! They, were thinking
of something very different, of the many
times they had come here already to
ponder on their misery! Zirone would
have preferred stroll along the rich
slopes of the Corso Perhaps the luck
might reach them here which they were
so impatiently waiting for ....i
At the end of the steps leading on to
the terrace near the Byzantine Cathed-
raj of Saint just there was ON enclosure,
formerly cemetary and now museum
of antiquities. There were no tombs,
but odds and ends of sepulcharal stones
lying in disorder under the lower
branches of the trees-Roman stele,
medieval cippi pieces of trigylphs and
metopes of different ages of the Renais-
sance, vitrified cubes with traces of
cinders, all throEn anyhow among the
grass. ...
The gate of the enclosure was open.
Sarcany had only to push it. He en-
tered, followed by Zirone, who con-
tented himself with this melancholy
reflection % r
eff we wanted to commit suicide
this is just the place." ,...
"And if some one proposes it?" asked
Sarcany ironically.
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