Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-09-12

the stern dark walls OF tho Castel
Nuovo.
Il was such scene % the English
painter Luke Fildes might love to depict
on his canvass,-the one man OF today
who. though born Of the land OF opaque
mlsts and rain-burdened clouds, has,
Notwithstanding these disadvantages,
managed TO partly endow his brush with
tho exhaustless wealth and glow Of the
radiant Italian colour. / watched the
dance with faint sense Of pleasure-it
was full OF so much harmony and dclcacy
OF rhythm. The lad who thrummed the
guitar broke out now and then into
song,-a song In dialect that fitted into
the music Of the dance as accurately as
q rosebud into It's calyx. Icould not dis
tinguish all the words he sang, but the
refrain was always the same, and he
gave II In every possible infection aud
variety OF tone. from grave to gay, from
pleading to pathetic.
"Che bella cosa de MORE ucciso,
'Nanz' ALA porta DELI innamorata!"
meaning literally-''How beautiful q
thing to die, suddenly slain at the door
Of ones belovedv'
There was no sense In the thing,
thought half angrily,-it was q stupid
sentiment altogether. Yet / could not
help smiling at the ragged, bare-footed
rascal who sang II; he seemed to feel
such qualification In repeating II, aud
he rolled his black eyes with love.lorn
intensity, and breathed forth signs
that sounded through his music
with quite o touching earnestness.
or course he was only following the
manner Of all Neapolitans, namely, act
ing his song; they all do 1t, and cannot
help themselves. But this boy had o
peculiarly roguish way Of pausing and
crying forth plaintive "Ah!" before
he added ''Che bella cosa," etc, which
gave point and piQuancy TO his absurd
ditty. He was evidently brimful Of mis-
chief-his expression betokened 1t; no
doubt he was one Of the most thorough
little stamps that ever played at
''morra, but there was charm about
his handsome dirty face and unkempt
hair, and watched him amusedly, glad
to be distracted for few minutes from
the tired inner workings Of my own un
happy thoughts. In time TO come. so
/ unused, this very boy might
learn to set his song about the
''belovcd" to q sterner key, and
might find II meet not to be slain himself,
but to STAY her! Such thing-in Naples
was more than probable. BY and by
the dance ceased, and recognized In
one Of the breathless, laughing sailors
my old acquaintance Andrea LuEiana,
with whom / had sailed to Palermo. The
sight Of him releaved me from diff
Guilty which had puzzled me for some
days, and as soon as the little groups Of
men and women had partially dispersed,
walked up to him and touched him on
the shoulder. He started, looked around
surprised and did not appear to recog-
nize me. remembered that when he
had seen me had not grown beard,
neither had worn dark spectacles.
recalled my name to him; his face
cleared and he smiled.
"Ah! buon giorno, Eccclenza" he
cried. "a thousand pardons that / did
not at first know you! Often have
thought Of you! often have / heard your
name-ah! what q name! Rich,
great, generous!-ah! what glad
life. And on the point Of marry
ing-ah, Diol love makes all the
troubles go-so!" and taking his cigar
from his mouth, he pulled ring Of pale
smoke into the air and laughed gaily.
Then suddenly lifting his cap from his