New-York tribune., 1896-11-15
Arabs. Cecil vanished head-frst below the
waters Of Genoa Harbor.

AS they saw Cecirs well-aimed blow % about TO 10
voluntarily closed their eyes ana VIII .ha;r
ventured to reopen them the tan lot" & Sa nat
was so full that they felt no ureasiness apous
him. supposing him to have founo p'aeo
nearer the bow , 49, ho~
shoreward way Even the Arabs were perlecti!
quiet now. for they could see the uanssi ~,
which single reckless movement WouIu pa" ~
the lives of all The ladies held their prea,n IL,
terror They dared not so much as withdraw
their garments from the close contact Oh 'he"
rough neighbors -,s ,,;cs
Don't look so dreadfully frightened. MISS
Thornton So long as you all keep stil you VIII
be all right. And even if an accideni W were ~
happen why, here am. all ready for II!
Where did the voice come from? Grace iookeu
up and down and round the boat. ana every
where but the right place. till niue chueh,,s ,i
laugh guided her eyes to where CecH N vi ipp.1 pPa
head was rising and falling on siigh' "'"u
born swell. ,, .So,
"Why. now you look more frightened than
ever. Pray don't. 1t isn't quarter OF a i,i,e ~ -
the shore and | could do 1t 'on my head' as
sure YOU. - 49, q,
The sentences reached Miss Thorntons ear IN
detachments as the swimmer shouted d ""
words at a time between the SLOW powe'.u,ui .,
strokes which kept him easily abreast or the
boat master of all swimmers donses' ~
had already rid himself OF coat ana snoss. ",iu M
was. TO all appearance. thoroughly ehJo''" "'
involuntary bath. - ..o
Still. Grace would have tried to screen the
dripping head from her aunts view hau sne
dared to move an inch from her place Whei,
Mrs Armvtage however, at last discovered
whence came the shouted words. she seemed 10
be more puzzled than alarmed.
"Why? What? 1t can't be. But. yes. IL really
is Mr.. Hartley. Dear me- and do you really pre-
fer going ashore in that-that very uhcomlort-
able fashion," ,..,,
would be to go to the bottom Of the harbor
zone never knows what young men VIII 90
next" said Mrs Armytage. resgnediy.
Grace laughed in spite Of her anXiety-ahd'
after minutes reflection. Mrs. Armytage
A few minutes more. and the trio stood to-
gether on the broad marble steps OF the quay
Cecil turned to his waiting companions.
Now Mrs. Armytaee. am again at your ser
vice. Where do wish TO go?
Never mind about u.s." broke IN MISS mon, .n,n.
ton, with unusual impetuoSlty. You iiust 'i"e
care of yourself now"
Yes certainly. Mr.. Hartley II ~ our turn 10
think of you now. Which Is your hotei.
There was n gracousness In Mrs. Armytages
tone which emboldencd Cecil. ana he took MS
courage in both hands.
May / venture to sav-the same az your
own" Dripping dishevelled hero that ne was.
Ceci's smile had still it's old charm-it had been
az good as fairy gift to him from the hour ne
first smiled up into his mothers race IL won
the pardon of his audacitv now For a moment
Mrs Armytage seemed 10 he taken aback ny
this fulflment Of her own recently uttered
prophecy then she met the honest. smiling eyes
and her heart reproachcd her for cruelty
"Wcll-perhap haps-under the circumstances Yes
think Il woulI really he as well. Then I shall
he able 70 gee that YOU take proper precautions
against a chill"
Five minutes later the three were safely en-
sconced In the omnibus Of their hotel. Mr. Hart
ley completely enveloped 10y great travelling
vrap and seated at a occful distance from
bis drver coupani0ns Presently the epuipage
entered the Via Garibaldi-the famous street of
Palaces"-and. after Gathering under lo'ty
erchWay, drew within IN" courtyard OF d
grand old palazzo.
How artful Love can make the simplest of us:
Cecil Hartley was by nature an entirely honpr-
able and straight forward young Englishman.
yet on that first dav at Genoa his conduct dis
PLAYED a depth Of duplicity of which ms most
Intimate friend would have declared him inca
pable. What swim In summer sea-the
Mediterranean in June,-and the subsequent
dampness. to a healthy young fellow Of cish,-
and-twcnty, lot bath and Il change or raj
ment and he stood In no more danger OF taking
cold than water-spanisl
tage's varied precautions against taking
ch' ne II he had been already In the 'irst stages
OF consumption.
So he retired to his bed withou, proiest-hc
would have stayed there for week TO please
her-and submitted meekly 10 n great many
more coverings than were at all comfortahle
and drank-with thanks-a hot. medicinal CON
coction which the kind hearted woman pr
pared and brought him with her own hands.
And then he fell aslecp-to dream such pleasant
dreams. For good or for Ill. the fateS had ie-
creed that h. was not yet 10 be separated from
Grace Thornton.
4 long wide-sweeplng stretch - cleaning
sand !ncloses A cresccnt-shapcd bay Of clear.
blue water. on the right high ana rugged
promontory runs FAR out 10 sea, tape'lns 10 !"
narrow point which bears n tail white signai =
station on the left a lower and g"ntlcr mead
land covered 10 its summit with vcrdur". ana
crowned hv the beautiful ruins NJ an ancient
church To seaward the view has hut ono break
O. small oddly shaped island rising high above
the water some two miles from the shore .
Nestlng close to the waters edge lies little
old italian town. with quaint pink. blue and yell
low houses. tottering gray walls and churchcs
marked by tail. slender campaniles anc Moorish
tiled cupolas on the narrow space between the
town and tho score or weatherpeatch
fishing boats are drawn up. and n line OF rudy
nets are laid ont 10 dry I'm the sun. that glorious
southern sun which does Indeed seem giant re-
jocing I'm his strength.
The picture has noble background. An am
phtheatrc Of tcrraced and olive-clad mis- rises
HIGH into the cloudlcss sky. the lovely curves or
their SUBMITS clearly defined against the brill
liant azure. Here and there few white Villas
peep out from among the gray olives. iew scat
tered farmhouses. and two or three small noun
tain villages. little clumps or close-huddien
houses each with It's church and campanile.
clinging like wasp nests TO the hillside.
Over all, to-day, peace reigns undisturbed An
other few weeks and he now silent shore VIII
resound with the laughter and voices OF merry
crowds Of bagnante from Turin and Milan. and
the now deserted sands be the playground or
troops Of dark-eyed Piedmontese children. But
II is as yet only early In June the 'Inglese. .
who In winter seek refuge here from the logs or
their native land. have all returned to their Eng
lish homes; the Picdmontese summer VISITORS
have not yet arrived. For one brief month In
the year Alassio really belongs 10 the Alassans.
Certainly their ancient citta Is so left TO them
| IN all the fullest glory Of the years changing
espects II IS not yet too hot for comfort though
| the delicious warmth penetrates every recess or
| your being and you may live ont Of doors from
early morn to dewy eve. and far on INTO the sou,
| sweet night.
| The main street OF Alassio-long. narrow.
arched overhead with buttresses to guard against
| the shock OF possible earthquakes-rtns parallel
| with the shore and as you traverse Its shady
| length every fifty yards or so you may look
| down still narrower crossways and feast your
! eyes on the bewilderng bueness OF sea and SKY.
| for there framed by the narrow. high-arched
| openinP lies the tideless