Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-05-10

southwest OF Iuc OSIldu gdCc, anu 50 GU
crossed were we in our talk that we did
not observe large party of riders of both
sexes, with an escort of men alarms, COM
ing at hand gallop 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 we'll in adj
vance of the others, and this man shouted:
"The road! The road! Way for his holi-
ness! Way! Way!"
We drew off at once to the side, Jacopo
dismoun5ing and sinking to his knees. I
however contented myself with uncovering,
and watching with no little astonishment
the party as they came up. They were evil
IDENTIFY returning from hawking and at the
head of the column of riders were two men
in full Turkish costume.
"Who are those Tdrks?" asked Jacopo,
and the knave, still kneeling, and holding
his hands up in supplication, answered hur-
riedly:
"One is the Soldam Diem, exccllency-
O, Lord, l trust we may not be hanged as
an afternoons amusement-the other, the
fair one, old Alexander vi. himself - 0
Lord! What cursed luck! Kneel, excel
lency; it is our only chance"
|"Tush!" l replied, and remembered at
once that the brother of Bajazet, the Great
Turk, was hostage in Rome, practically
prisoner in the hands of Alexander,
legacy he had inherited from the Cibo, and
which brought him 10000 ducats annually.
could understand Diem in eastern costume,
but the pope masquerading in broad day.
light as a Moor! It was as wonderful as
it was disgusting to me. And then the re-
membrance of Cortes daughter came to my
mind, and as they approached, I could hard
ly refrain from making dash to rid the
world of the monster who sat in St. Peters
chair.
When they had gone, Jacopo arose from
his knees, and busting them with his hands
whilst he looked up at me, said: "Corpo di
Bacco! But gave up all for lost. VOW
candle to St. Mary of forget where-but
to the shrine nearest to the place we dine,
for this lucky escape"
"Come, sirrah!' said, little annoyed,
mount. There never was any danger.'
every well, your worship!" and Jacopo
drew little to the front. There they co."
he said, shading his eyes with his hands,
and turning to the left, where dun cloud of
dust on the Via della Marmorata marked
the progress of the Borgia. "The best way,
signore," he continued, 'is over the hill;
we will get view from there, and then
passing by 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
Julius. Here we stopped to 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 rlpples 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. 10 the north the view was little
shut in by the Palatine and the church of
st. Prisca above us, and far off rose the
cone of Soratte. Northeast and east lay the
Palatine, the Esquiline, with the campaniles
OF Santa Maria Maggiore and San Pictro
in Vinco]i. Over Monte Coelio we could
see the heights of the Sabine hills, and run
ming our eyes along the Appian way, we
could almost descry the Alban lake, the
mountains being distinctly visible We
stayed tor few moments drinking in the
view, and then going UPWARDS, turned
northwest, past St. Prisca, and began the
descent, by winding way, held in by vine
yards. Coming down we caught glimpse
OF the three churches of the Aventine, name
ly, S. Sabina, S. Maria Aventina and St.
Alessio, which was held by the monastery of
st. jerome, whose walls rose hard at hand
A look to the right showed US the Circus
Maximus, above which lowered huge obe-
lisk surrounded by four lions. At length
we came to the Vicola di San Sabina, and
at the corner of the street rose the gray
walls and square tower of the castle of the
Savelli. l drew rein, and looked at it with
bitter heart, and sigh could not con-
troll escaped me, as I saw the breeze catch
and spread to the wind the silken folds of
the standard of the Chigi, who bore quar-
tered on their shield the star of the Savell
and the tree Of De Ia Revere. It Haunted
there, in all the insolent pomp of new
house, whose money bags were full, and the
sight OF it was enough for me. Jacopo must
have caught the look on my face, for he said,
kindly:
"Who knows, excellency luck may turn. -
Well meant as the words were, they
Jared on me, and, without replying, moved
on, silently raising my sword to the salute.
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