The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-09-16

Y YlNTER fogs In New York ar,
vAI never quite 80 lntolerable a'
wv their counterparts In Lon
' don aud while their fire.
quency is matter Of complaint, theiI
duration IL seldom OF any length. Sc
by the morrow strong wind from
the west had winnowcd the skies and
cleared the sun. There were an OK
hllaratlng tinele OF frost IN the air and
visible rlme on the windows HI
lard, having breakfasted lightly, was
standing with his back to the CRATE IN
the cozy breakfast room. He was In
boots and breeches and otherwise
warmly clad and freshly shaven. He
rocked on his heels and toes and ran
his palm over his blue white chin In
search Of possible slip OF the razor
Giovanni came In to announce that
he had telephoned and that the 81
gnor's brown mare would be at the
park entrance precisely at half after
8. Giovanni still marveled over this
wonderful voice which came out OF
nowhere, but he was no longer afraid
Of It. The curiosity which Is innate
and childlike In all Latins soon over
came his dark superstItions lie was
an ardent Catholic and believed that
q few miracles should be left In the
hands OF God. The telephone had now
become kind of plaything, and HI.
lard often found him In front OF II pa
tiently waiting for the bell TO ring
The facility with which Giovanni
had mastered English amazed his
teacher and master. But now he need
ed no more lessons. The two when
alone together spoke Glovannis
tongue. HilArd because he loved It
and Giovanni because the cook spoke
1t badly and the English butler not AT
all
"You have made up your mind to go,
then, amico?" said Hlllard
"Yes, signor."
"Well, shall miss you. To whom
shall talk the tongue love 80 well
when Giovanni is gone" with light
ness which he did not feel. Hlllard
had grown very fond OF the old Ro-
man in these seven years
whenever the signor goes to Italia
he shall find me. IL needs but a word
to bring me to him. The signor will
pardon me. but he is llke--like a son"
Thanks, Giovanni. BY the way, did
you hear woman singing In the
street last night"
"Yes. At first Giovanni hesitated
"Ah. but that could not be, Giovan.
nj; that could not be-"
"No; It could not be. But she sang
WELL" the old servant ventured.
80 thought l. ] even ran out into
the street to find out who she was, but
she vanished like the lady IN the con
jurer's trick. But II seemed 10 me
that, while she sang In Italian, she her
self was not wholly Of that race"
"Buonissimaw Giovanni struck
noiseless bravo with his hands. "IIaye
! not always said that the signor't
ears are as sharp Ms my owni No; the
voice was very beautiful, but II was
not truly Roman. II was more like
hey talk IN Venice. And yet the sound
,f the voice decided me. The hills have |
always been calling 10 me, and must |
answer"
"And the unforgetting carabiDierlT
"Oh, must take my chance" with |
he air OF fatalist
what shall you dor
Il have my two hands, sIgnor. BE I
ides, the signor has said it'll am
ich." Giovanni permitted smile %
Itir bis thin lips "Yes. | must go
,ack. Your people have been good 10
ne and have legally made me one of
hem. but my heart Is never here. II Is
lways 80 cold. and every one moves
0 quickly. You cannot lie down IN
be sun. Your police. BAH They beat
ou on the feet. You remember when
fell asleep on the steps Of the eaibe
raj? They thought ] WAS drunk ant
you'd have arrested UeV'
Everybody must keep moving here.
In the penalty of being rich"
And ! am lonesome for my kind
ave nothing IN common with these
erds Of sicilians and Ncapoiitans who
our into the streets from the
harris" Giovanni spoke scornfully
yet In wartime the Neapolitans
beItered your pope
"vanityi They wished 10 make mn
on the rest of the world
In duh here besides There Ia no
~ In the shops am lost IN these
reat palaces. The fiesta Is lacking
obody bargains; nobody sees the pro-
rietor You 1nd your way 10 tho
reefs alone, The butcher says that
Is meat IN No and 80. and you pay.
be grocer marks his tins such aud