New-York tribune., 1907-01-27


once she made hi'A know.
When Beppo heard he sand very little, but he
,lenched his hand and his eyes aight they
were sometimes alIght when Lucia sang to HIM 1t
Is well. he SAID shortly. You have tried.
| try Listen ~ seven O'Clock YOU must go
the stage door OF the theater-at seven clock.
TO inside Be there If the SIgnorna Mona Ariso
should not come there IN time, It may be that You
shall sing tonight
Lucia eyes searched his through her tears
Promise he cried peremptory.
Lucia nodded mutey, and he left her Her
thought went hardly farther than his words She
sat forlornly by the oleander to await the time
Bramey was in the hotel stables busting the
faded cushions of the elephantine brougham, when
single idea about Beppo instantly presented itself
" Hello!" he said Beppo took shape in the
d'9rway Done an, playin' lately?'" ..
Beppo mastered his features to a smile Little
he answered "You?"
Bramey's face fell. Lost m mouth organ" he
told him
Bramey grnned those who have few anuse-
ments always pretend amusement when, without
knowing why, they renounce one.
IN give you another" Beppo explained. See"
Bramey looked, without expression, his eyes like
the windows of an empty house.
"Seel" said Beppo. ut is a dollar, is it not' l
give 1t to you to buy mouth Organ-to buy any
thing. But you must do a thing for me"
BTamey stared incredulous, loose Tipped.
You drive to the theater tonight
Beppo put it outright "Who?"
That singer. answered Bramey, struggling
with the change of text.
" Let me drive the carriage. Then you will have
the dollar, SAID Beppo, tossing the dollar in the
air Will you do it?''
Bettche.' said Bramey. and held out his hand.
The Signorina Mona Arso always made a cere-
1nony of whatever she did. d" But everything is an
occasion" she v IS wont to say. What happens
that IS nothing 1t IS what is done with what hap
pens. have a great applause-that is nothing.
1t IS how take my curtain, that everyone remem-
bers In the brougham she turned to the queru-
lous little woman with the wrap high about her
throat The drive through this so picturesque
American town-It delights me, she SAID. This
IS very ugly See, Madame Bovo-the ugliness
gives us occasion Let us watch all things
even the straight back of the driver" she muir
INJURED as the door closed.
" He is dark like a brigand of mountains this
driver" said Madame Bovo.
Almost wish he were-for the sake of the oc-
caslon, the signorna murmured, and drew her
scarf across her lips
The picturesque village of Marathon unwound
itself before the elephantine brougham At a
corner which the brougham passed swiftly one
who knew the town might have glimpsed the
huge bulk OF the Marathon opera house But one
who did not know the town would doubtless have
sat quietly until all these passed and the main
street had melted to the high road lying like thin
gray scroll upon the beckOning flats. And it was so
that the SignorIna Mona Arise and Madame Bovo
sat until, on a sudden, Madame Bovo leaned for
ward exclaimed sharply, and looked far out over
The lowered glass.
- But see-we are nowhere" she cried. What
has come the world"
The SignoTina Mona Arso looked from her window
and let fall her lace scarf and caught at the handle
Of the door. The driver!" she called sharply
What IS this? Where do We go:"
No answered
:" But speak to us!' cried the signorina anqrilv
We wished TO go 10 the theater What is thsi'
Beppo did not draw REIN but he leaned slightly
back and spoke 70 the signorna, gently and in her
own tongue. You to have no fear" :" he said
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