The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1899-11-22

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Of old pottery, which lies towards the river
southwest Of the Ostian gate, and 90 en-
crossed were we In our talk that we did
not observe a large party Of rider. Of both
sexes, with an escort Of men at arms. com
| ing at hand GALLON from our right, straight
in our direction. Our attention was how.
ever sharply drawn to the fact by the cry
Of an equerry who was riding well in ad.
vance Of the others, and this man shouted
The ruadl The road! Way for his holi.
ncsl wayl Way"
We drew OF at once to the side, JacopO
dismounting and sinking to his knees. |
however coutented myself with uncoyering.
and watching With no little establishment
the party a. they came up. They were evi.
IDENTITY returning from hawking. and at the
head Of the column Of riders were two men
in full Turkish costume.
"Who are those Turks" asked Jaeopo,
and the knave, still kneeling, and holding
his hands up in duplication, answered bur.
riedly:
"Ous is the Soldam Diem, eIcellency-
O, Lord, trust we may not be hanged as
an afternoons smusemont-the other, the
fair one, old Alexander vi. himself - o
Lord! What cursed luckl Kneel, excel.
lency; il 10 our only chance"
"Tushl" I replied, and remembered at
once that the brother Of Bajsset, the Great
Turk, was q hostage in Rome, practically
a prisoner in the hands Of Alexander, a
legacy he had inherited from the Cibo. and
which brought him 5000 ducats annually.
could understand Diem in eastern costume,
but the pope masquerading in broad day.
light as Moorl II was a. wonderful ss
II was disgusting to me. And then the re-
membrance Of Corte's daughter came to my
mind, and as they approached. could hard
~ refrain from making a dash TO rid the
world Of the monster who sat in ST. Peters
chair.
When they had gone, Jacopo arose from
bis knees, and busting them with his hands
whilst he looked up at me. said: "Corpo di
Dacco! But | gave up all for Lost. vow a
candle to St. Mary OIL forget where-but
To the shrine nearest 70 the place we dine,
for this lucky escape"
Come, sirrahl" l said, little annoyed,
mount. There never was any danger"
Very well. your worshipl" and Jacopo
drew little 90 the front. There they 60"
he said, shading his eyes with his hands,
and turning to the left, where dun cloud OF
dust on the Via della Marmorata marked
tue proRrehe OF tue DorBla- ne Deet way
signore," he continued, lis over the hill;
We will get a view from there, and then
passing b. the places you want to see, make
for quiet hostel know Of in the Strangers
Quarters"
Following him, we rode up the Aventine,
until we reached the old wall Of Servius
Tullius. Here we stopped 10 observe the
view. To the west and southwest we could
see the green Of the Campagna merging into
the distant gray Of the Roman Maremma,
whilst beyond that clear blue line, below
the flush OF the coming sunset, marked the
sea. Beneath US lay the Tiber and the is.
land, the yellow water OF the river stirred
into ripples by the breeze, and looking from
the distance like hammered brass. BEYOND
the Tiber rose Monte Gianicolo. beyond
which the top Of the Vatican hill was just
visible. To the north the view was little
shut in by the Palatine and the church OF
ST. Prisca above US, and far of rose the
cone Of Soratte. Northeast and east lay the
the Esquiline, with the campaniles
Of Santa Maria Maggiore and San Pietro
in Vincoli Over Monte Coelio we could
zee the heights Of the Sabine hills, and run.
ming our eyes along the Appian way, we
could almost descry the Alban lake the