St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-02

IhereSa point. left the mole, passed be-
tween the Teatro Communale and the
square and reached the Piazza Grande,
where they talked for quarter of an hour
in front of the fountain which is built OF
the stone from the neighboring Karsi
hill and stands by the statue TO Charles vi.
Then they turned TO the left and came
back. To tell the truth, Zirone eyed the
pasSers-by as if he had an irresistible de-
sire TO feed on them. Then they turned
towards the large square of Tergesteum
just as the hour struck TO close the eX-
change.
There it is, empty-like we are" said
the Sicilian with laugh, but without any
wish to laugh.
But the indifferent Sarcany seemed to
take not the slightest notice of his compan-
ions mistimed pleasantly as he INDUCED in
hungry yawn.
Then they crossed the triangle past the
bronze statue of the Emperor Leopold l.
A shrill whistle from Zirone-quitea street.
boys whistle-put to flight the flock of blue
pigeons that were cooling on the porticO of
the old exchange like the grey pigeons in
the square of st. Mark at Venice.
Then they reached the Corso, which di-
vides new from old Trieste. a wide street
destitute of elegance. with weil-patronized
shops destitute of taste, and more like the
Regent street of London or the Broadway
of New York than the Boulevard DIES Ital-
lens of Paris. In the street great number
of people, but of vehicles only a few,
and these going between the Piazza Grande
and the Piazza della Legna-names suafi-
GENTLY indicating the towns italian origin.
Sarcany appeared insensible to all temp
tation, but Zirone as 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 in
vitiIg, particularly in the provision shops,
and chiefly in the "biererieS, " where the
beer flows more freely than in any other
town of Austria-HungaTy.
There is rather more hunger and thirst
about in this CorSo" said the Sicilian,
whose tongue ratified against his parched
lips with the click Of a castanet.
Sarcany'S only reply TO this observation
was a shrug of his 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. Here the shops and stalls looked
much less tempting. When he reached the
church of San Antonio, Sarcany turned
sharply to the right. His companion fol-
lowed him in silence. Then they went back
along the CorSo and crossed the old town,
whose narrow streets, impracticable for
vehicles as soon as they begin to climb the
slopes of the Karst, are so laid out as to
prevent their being enfiladed by that ter
rible wind, the bora, which blows
Jelly from the northeast. In this old
town of Trieste, Zirone and Sar-
cany, the moneyless, found themselves
more at home than among the richer quar-
tiers of the new.
1t was, in fact, in the basement of a mod
est hotel not far from the church of Santa
Maria MaggiOre that they had lodged
since their arrival in the Ilyrian capital.
But as the landlord, who remained unpaid.
might become pressing as to his little bill,
which grew larger from day 10 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 nothing had
turned up in the almost deserted streets,
they began the ascent of the rough foot
paths leading almost to the top of the KarSt,
TO the terrace of the cathedral.
Curious idea to climb up herel" NUT
tered Zirone, as he frightened his cape round
his waist.
But he did not abandon his young COM
panion and away he went along the line of
steps, called by courtesy roads. which lead
up the slopes of the Karst. Ten minutes
afterwards, hungrier and thirstier than
ever they reached the terrace.
From this elevated spot there is mag
nificent view extending across the Gulf OF
Trieste to the open sea, including the port,
with its fishing boats passing and repassing,
and its steamers and trading ships
outward and homeward bound, and the
whole of the town. with its suburbs and
farthest houses clustering along the hills.
The view had no charms 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 a stroll along the
rich shops of the CorSo. Perhaps the luck
might reach them here which they were so
impatiently waiting for!
At the end of the steps leading onto the
terrace near the Byzantine cathedral OF
st. just there was an enclosure, formerly a
cemetery. and now a museum OF antiqui-
ties. There were no tombs. but odds and
ends of sepulchral stones lying in disorder
under the lower branches of the trees
triglyphs and metopes Of different ages of
the Renaissance. vitrified cubes with traces
of cinders, all thrown anyhow among the
grass.
The gate OF the enclosure was open.
Sarcany had only to push it. He entered.
followed by Zirone, who cOntented himself
with the melancholy rehection.-
If we wanted TO commit suicide, this is
just the placer
''And if SOMEONE proposes it?" asked
Sarcany ironically.
Il should decline, my friendi Give me
one happy day in ten, and ask no mOrer'
lit shall be given yOu-and something
else!'
MAY all the saints of Italy hear you.
and heaven knows they are counted in hun
dredsI'
Come along" said Sarcany.
They went along a semi-circular path be-
tween a double range of ums. and SAT
themselves down on large Roman rose
window, which had fallen fiat on the
ground.
At first they remained silent. This suited
Sarcany, but it did not suit his companion.
and after one or two half-Stifled yawns Ii
rome broke out with
This something that we have been fools
enough TO wait for is 4 long time coming.
Sarcany made no reply.
What an idea" continued Zirone, '1tC
come and look for it among these ruins!
am afraid we are Oh the wrong tack. my
friend. What are we likely to find i'm this
OLD graveyard? The spirits do not want il
when they have left their mortal carcasses
behind them. When join them l shall
not worry about dinner that is late or a
supper that never comesl Let us gel
away"
Sarcany, deep in thought, with his looks
lost in vacancy, never moved.
Zirone waited few minutes without say
ing ANYTHING Then his hahifnal lnnnacifN