Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-08-29


or Gaze do not stop there;--there ARE
no ''siRhts" save the old sanctuary called
Monte Vergine standing aloft on It's rug.
ged hill. with all the memories OF its
ancient days clinging to 1t like wiz
ards cloak, and wrapping It In sort OF
mysterious mcditative silence. Ii can
look back through vista OF event
full years TO the eleventh century,
when IL was erected, SO the people say,
on the ruins Of temple OF Cybele. But
what do the sheep aud geese that are
whipped abroad In herds BY the drovers
Cook and Gaze know OF Monte Vcrginc
or Cybele? Nothing,-and they care less;
and quiet Avellino escapes from their
depredations, thankful THAT IL Is not
marked on the business map OF the drOv-
ers' ''runs." Shut In by the lofty
Apennines, built on the slope OF the hill
that winds gently down into green and
fruitful valley through which the river
Sabato PUSHES and CLEANS white against
cleft rocks that look like war
worn and deserted castles. n
drOwsy peace encircles II, and sort Of
stateliness, which. compared with
the riotous fun and folly OF Naples only
thirty miles away, is as though the STA
tue OF nude Egera were placed In ri
valry with the painted waxcn image OF u
half-dressed ballet-dancer. Few lovelier
sights are TO be seen in nature than a
sunset from one Of the smaller hills
round Avellino,-when the peaks OF the
Apennines seem to catch fire from the
flaming clouds, and, below them, the
valleys are full Of those tender purple
and grey shadows that one secs on the
canvases OF Salvador Rosa, while the
town itself looks like bronzed carving
on an old shield, outlined clearly against
the dazzling lustre Of the sky. To this
retired spot came, glad to rest
for time from my work OF
vengeance, glad to lay down
my burden OF bitterness for a
brief space, and become, as II were,
human again, In the sight Of the near
mountains. For within their close prox-
unity, things common, things mean,
seem to slip from the soul,-a sort OF
largeness pervades the thoughts, the
cramping prosiness Of daily life has no
room to assert It's sway,-a grand hush
falls on the stormy waters Of passion,
and like q chidden babe the strong man
stands, dwarfed TO an infinite littleness
in his own sight, before those majestic
monarchs OF the landscape, whose large
brows are crowned with the blue circlet
Of heaven.
took up my abode in quiet, almost
humble lodging, living simply, and at
tended only by Vincen2o. Twas tired Of
the ostentation had been forced to prac-
tice in Naples in order to attain my
Dnds.-and 1t was relief to me TO be for
o time as though were poor man. The
house In which / found rooms that suited
me, was q ramblingly built, picturesque
little place, situated on the outskirts OF
the town, and the woman who owned 1t
was, in her way, character. She was
q Roman, she told me, with pride fash
ing in her black eyes-I could guess
that at once by her strongly marked
features, her magniicently moulded
figure, and her free firm tread, that
step which is swift without being hasty.
which Is the manner born OF Rome.
She told me her story In few words.
with such eloquent gestures, that she
seemed to live thronTh 1t again rs she
spoke; her husband I'd been worker
in o marble quarry. --0ne OF his fellows
had let huge peac Ut the rock fall on
him, and he was CT he'd to death.
"And well do / L W." she said, "that
he killed my Toni" purposely, for he
would have loved III had he dared. But
am common women, see you-and II
seems to me one cannot lie. And when
my loves poor body was scarce covered
in the earth, that miserable one-the
murderer-came to me;-he Of
fcred marriage. accused him