The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-12-01

nervous.
They flutternd over her little hoard
like charmed birds, or clast ed one an
other imploringiv as she lost, and lost.
At last all was gone but one FIVE
franc piece. Her purse lay then empty.
Those hands told me that she was q
novice-there, perhaps. for the first
time. They showed a sort Of despera-
ton. She had not schooled them and
they gave her away. Should she stake
her last piece? Her hands hesitatei i,
trembling. stretched out the coin; drew
back quickly. lingering it longIngly;
held it over number again; again
withdrew it. Then. in a nervous haste
the haste in which Elizabeth must
have signed Mary Stuart death war
rant, fearing her own indecision), put
the money on IA and lost. The poor
hands wrung together in despair.
The two women rose from the table
together. one with money in her purse,
the other utterly ruled. / left also
and went out of doors to cleanse heart
and lungs and eyes in the blessed sun
shine and sweet garden.
Decidedly one does not get the
gaming fever, looking on.
February 1st.-We went along. the
coast from bleak Genoa. past Carrara
and AIessandrIa. aud so TO Pisa.
Toe Apenuines were lovely in SNOWY
peaks aud purple nearer slopes. Olives
and lemons maintain, as we keep aloUg
beside the intensely blue Medlier-
ranean. and vineyards are everywhere
In summer. this Riviera iii Lovante.
this Tuscan region, must be idyilic.
We came into the old "Psae," across
the low Iands, aud saw the wonder
tower 10 the golden sunset.
Tne leaning tower-it falls. believe
thirteen feet out of the perpendicular
looks great monument TO the coniec-
TONER'S art. 1t IS white and beautiful
in perfect Carrara marbles. and many
columns aud pillars. We climbed the
winding stairs and looked through the
narrow windows far across the plains
to the misty mountains. The city slept
below.
We were nearly blown away when
we stepped out upon the last gallery
1t was unpleasant for that reason
only; for | experienced no un-
conquerable desire to hurl myself
down, or commit any other ridiculous
extravaganza. / have certain
respect fer this earthly tabernacle.
and hope to leave il in 4 presentab.e
condition--even as it was when ] came
into possession. That is what is ex-
peoted of most tenants, l believe.
The Duomo. which with the Bsp-
tistry, is in the shadow of the Tower, Is
a handsome old building in black and
white marble. Tuscan style.
The magnificent sixteenth century
bronze doors admit one. to the right tran
sept. There hangs the bronze chande-
lIer which is said to have suggested to
Galelio the Idea OF the pendulum. There
is not much of interest inside, but over
the south door there are some very fine
mosaics, forming part OF the facade.
Pisa is a clean, quiet little place.
stretching along the slow-running
Arno. But it was desperately cold; We
left, and week later were in Naples.
Naples. February Alt is hope
lessly rainy day; and a rainy day IN
Naples is thing not to be as readily
forgotten as one might wish.
The bay is not beautifully blue, "
but tossing gray sheet, one color with
the sky above IT.
Naples needs the generous sun to gild
its shahbiuess and giorlfy its dirt, an
brilliant day the Deggars. indeed.
seem 10 wear velvet gowns. The city is
like a woman in a tawndry ball dress OF
tulle and tiD,el-much the worse for a
wettiDg.
To-day. I repeat. it does rain. and the
very oranges look ashamed OF their 10y
Gus color (which is. indeed, in sadly
bad taste). and would fain hide them
among their dark leaves.
The street vendors or various wares
seem not a whit dismayed by the pre-.
yajlipp drearlness. and a confused
mingllpg of sounds is heard every
where.
Cries Of women selling fruit OF boys
driving tiooks OF goats to pasture out
side the city of men and boys leading
COWS from house TO house. to be MIXED
in the presence of the customers Of
girls with coral, withtortoise she'll, with
flowers: even, and the importunate cries
of coachmen, way-Iaying psssers Dy.
This last cult seems to form large pro-
portion Of the city's population, and
as they all seem TO cOngregate beneath
one single window and that ones own
sleep after break o. day is sheer lmpos-
sibIlity.
Last week we made the ascent Of Ne
sugius. Last Wednesday our little
party of four was IN solitary possession
of that wicked old Mount of Hades.
We left our hotel at 8 o'clock, at which
time it looked rather shOwery. Inc
coachman and our concierge assured us
that it would pass. and that we could
not have better day.
We Welded to the protestations OF
those lonledrraIss. tron. ttat lnolaeht
of weakness all our troubles date.
A drive Of eighteen miles was before
US. and we made ourselves comfortable
in the large and handsome hack. ii
was Unfortunately surprised TO find car
rlages ike orr own American ones n
Europe. c4unog say, ain sure. what
else I expected We rolled along tie
broaa but ever-crowded VIA Roma (the
old Toledo, aud toward the quays. Some
steamer had Just arrived. aud all was
hustle and confusion. But soon We
struck into what seemed az alIey-wav
so narrow and dark aud unclean was 1t
Ga the contrary, this street, With the
croyding. lad yrbuiit houses, the mud
DIV pavements aud i'll smells, was a
thoroughfare along which we drove for
twelve miles, perhaps, and, nearly all
the way, through the heart of Naples.
and then its suburbs, which are Joined
imperceptibly.
One is 10 danger. when not there, of
forgetting that Naples is the largest