The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1885-04-08
"CALLED BACK"
CHAPTER III.
BY HUGH CONWAY.
THE FAIREsT sIanr OF ALI.


1t is Spring the beautiful Spring of
Northern Italy. My friend KENYON and
are Longing about in the RECTANGULAR
CITY OF Turin, as happy and idle pair
OF comrades as may any where be met
with. We have been here a week, long
enough to do all the sightseeing de-
manded by duty. We have seen San
Giovanni and the churches. We have
tolled, Oh beasts of burden have toiled
with us, up La Superga, where we have
gazed at the mausoleIlm of Savoys
prlncely line. We have seen enough of
the cumbrous old Palazzo Madame,
winch frowns at our hotel across the
Plazz1 CASTILLO We have marvelled at
the plain, uninteresting looking Palazzo
heale, and our mirth has been moved by
the grotesque brickwork decoration Of
the Palazzo Carignano. We have criti-
clsed the rather poor picture gallery.
In fact we have done Turin thoroughly,
and, with the contempt bred by famili-
ar1ty, are ceasing to feel like pltiful lit
tie atoms as we stand in the enormous
squares and crane our necks looking at
Marochetti's immense bronze statues.
Our tasks are over. We are now SIM
ply loatng about and enjoying our
selves; revealing in the delicious wea-
ther, and trying to make up our Ian
guild but contented minds as to when
we shall leave the town and where our
next resting place shall be-.
We wander down the broad Via di
PO, lingering now and then to peer into
the enticing shops which Turk in its
shady arcadeS we pass through the
spacious Piazzi Vittorio Emanuele; we
cross the bridge whose i've granite arches
span the classic Pc; we turn opposite
the doomed church and soon are walking
up the wide shaded path which leads to
the Capuchin Monastery; the broad ter
race III front of which is our favorite
haunt Here we can lounge and see the
river at our feet, the great town stretch
lug from its further bank, the open plain
beyond the town, and, far, far away in
the background, the glorious snow
capped Alps with Monte-Rosa and
Grand-Paradis towering above their
brothers. No wonder we enjoy the view
from this terrace more than churches,
palaces OF pictures
We gaze our fill, then retrace our steps
and saunter back as laziy as we came.
After lingering few moments at our
hotel some hazy destination prompts us
to cross the great square, past the frown-
ing old castle, leads lis up to the Via di
Seminario, and we find ourselves for the
twentieth time in front of San Giovanni.
what architectural beauties it's marble
front can boast, and as / am trying to
discover them am surprised to hear Ken
yon announce his intention of entering
the building.
"But we vowed vow," / said, "that
the interior of churches, picture CALLER
ies and other tourist traps shall know
is no more"
"What makes the best men break
their VOWS ?"
"Lots of things, 1 suppose"
But one thing in particular. Whilst
you are staring up at pinnacles and but
tresses, and trying to look as if you
knew architecture as well as Ruskin, the
fairest of all sights, beautiful woman,
passes right under your nose"
II understand absolve YOU"
''Thank you she went into the church.
feel devotional and will go to-"
"But our cigars? ?"
"Chuck them to the beggars. Beware
of misery habits, Gilbert they grow on
one"
Knowing that Kenyon was not the man
to abandon choice Havana without q
weighty reason, did as he suggested
and followed him into the dim cool
shades of San Giovanni.
No service was going on. The usual
little parties of sightseers were walking
about and looking much impressed as
beauties they could not comprehend were
being pointed out to them. Dotted
about here and there were silent wor-
! shippers. Kenyon glanced round
eagerly in quest of 1.-THE fairest of all
sights" ana after awhile discovered her.
'Come this way" he said "let us sill
| down and pretend to be devout Catholics
N We can catch her profile here"
la I placed myself next to him, and saw 6
n few seats from us an oh italian woman
4 kneeling and praying rvently, whilst in