The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-09-18

or Gaze do not stop there;-there ar,
no sights" save the old sanctuary called
Monte Vergine standing aloft on fits rug
ged hill, with all the memories OF 1t!
ancient days clinging to IL like wiz
ards cloak, and wrapping IT In sort oil
mysterious meditative silence. It can
look back through vista Of event
full years to the eleventh century,
when It was erected, so the people say,
on the ruins of temple OF Cybele. But
what do the sheep and geese that are
whipped abroad in herds by the drovers
Cook and Gaze know of Monte Vergine
or CybeleP Nothing,-an 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
Sabsto rushes and CLEANS white against
cleft rocks that look like war
worn and deserted castles, q
drovsy peace encircles IL, 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 Egeria were placed in RI
vslry with the painted waxen image Of a
half-dressed balletdancer. Few lovelier
sights are 10 be seen in nature than q
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 fun Of those tender purple
and grey shadows that one sees on the
canveses Of Salvador Rosa, while the
town itself looks like bronzed carving
on On old shield, outlined clearly against
the dazzling lus.re OF the sky. To this
retired spot I 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 It 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
lergeness pervades the thoughts, the
cramping prosiness of daily life has no
room to assert its sway,-a grand hush
falls on the stormy waters Of passion,
and like chidden babe the strong man
stands, dwsrfed to an infinite littleness
ia his own sight, before those majestic
monsrchs 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 Vlncenzo. Twas tired Of
the ostentation had been forced to prac-
tice IN Naples in order to attain my
epds,-and it was q relief to me to be for
time as though were poor man. The
house in which found rooms that suited
me, was ramblingly built, picturesque
little place. situated on the outskirts of
the town, and the woman who owned it
was, in her way, a character. She was
ing in her black eyes-1 could guess
that at once by her strongly marked
features, her magnifcently 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 a few words,
with such eloquent gestures, that she
seemed to live through IL again as she
spoke; her husband had been q worker
In marble quarry,-one OF his fellows
had let huge peace Of the rock fall on
him, and he was crushed to death.
And well do / know" she said, "that
he killed my Tonic purposely, for he
would have loved me had he dared. But
1 am common womec see you-and It
seems 70 me one cannot lie. And when
my loves poor body was scarce covered
IN the earth, that miserable one-the
murdsrer-came to me;-he Of
fefsd marriage accused him