The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-05-01
CHAPTER III.
CBy Miss Abbie Potts

Mrs. Thurston always Travelled in the
most luxurious way, but even that was
very poor in Spain, and she was so
6isgusted with the incOnvenient hotel
Accommodations by the time she reached
Seville that she decided to make only
a very brief stay in Spain, although she
was sorry TO give UP seeing that in
teresting country. The STATIONS tried
in vain to persuade her that she would
soon become accustomed 10 the discom-
forts there, but she was determined 10
leave As they were anxious TO have
her and Margaret in their party they
consented 10 accompany them TO Italy
after making a very hurried visit to
I Grandma, taking merely a passing
glance at the Alhan1bpa. They had an
uneventful voyage on the Mediterran-
can from the Spanish TO the Italian
shore. and they landed at Naples where
Margaret had been anxious TO go ever
since she had arrived in Europe. She
did not enjoy their stay in southern
France very much, because Leod d'As-
tillon in his asSiduous efforts to pay her
every attention in his power to give her
pleasure, deprived her of the hours of
solitude for day dream ming of Douglass
Hepburn or Phil Laird she so heartily
desired. Here in this comfortable hotel
situated in one of the highest parts OF
the CITY, she cOulu SIT ON lNe DdIcDuN
outside her room in the warm sunshine
and dream to her hearts content, gaZ-
ing on the magnificent view of south
ern portion of Naples below her. to the
left and above the narrow, closely built
houses, rises NesuviuS in two peaks,
one higher than the other and in the
basin-hke space between n ring OF fire,
verifying every minute, light one min
ute and dark the next. Across the bay,
L, -, To- = Ia
to the right is the Island of Capri. she
feels sure that she viii not grow weary
of Watching the smoke rising from the
volcano. that is, where ii is not hidden
from sight by a thick mist, and the ever
changing colors of the Bay and the
white capped waves dashing against
the old ruined castle near the shore.
She soon discovered that her musinS
were interrupted some what by the
noise coming from the street be-
low The vendors cry their
wares with strong voices, the poor
over-worked donkies, patiently toiling
up the long, steep hill with their heavy
burdens on their backs, add to the in
harmonious sounds with their dismal
sounding tones; the gaily dressed wo-
men, going from door to door singing
the pretty Italian melodies, favorite
being "Addio bella Napoli,' accompan-
were more pleasing to hear. Mrs.
Thurston came into Margaret'S room
one morning shortly after their arrival
there, asking her to join their party
going to Pompeii about twenty miles
distant to which she willingly consent
id Driving to the station in car
riages, they took the train to the eX-
cavated city where a guide led them
first to the museum containing earthen
jars. small iron lamps, some petrified
bread and other relics discovered in
the buried city, then through the mar
row streets of Pompeii. paved with
large fiat stones. The pretty frescoes
in such bright tints, the fountains, and
few remaining statues gave some idea
of the original elegance of the houses.
They went to the large and small
forum, theatre basilica, prison, temple
of Isis in which they saw the small
subterranean passage through which