The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1909-11-25
what shall YOU do?"
By
HAROLD
MAC GRATH
Copyright, 1908 by the Bobbs-
Merrill Co

nat SnaIi YOU tOE
Il have my two hands. signor. BE
sides. the signor has said it-I am
rich" Giovanni permitted a smile to
stir his thin lips. Yes. | must 90
back. Your people have beer good to
me and have legally made me one of
them. but my heart is never here. 1t is
always so cold. and every one moves
so quickly You cannot lie down in
the sun Your police. bah The, beat
you on the feet You remember when
fell asleep on the steps Of the cathe
drai? They thought | was drunk ana
would have arrested mel"
Everybody nus keep moving here
1t Is the penalty Of being rich"
"And ] am lonesome for my kind |
have nothing in common with these
herds OF Sicilians and NeapolitanS who
pour into the streets from the
wharfs." Giovanni spoke scornfuIly
"Yet in wartime the Neapolitans
sheltered your pope"
"Vanity. They wished to make an
impression on the rest Of the world
It is dull here besides, There is no
Joy In the shops. am lost IT, these
great palaces The fiesta is lacking
Nobody bargains: nobody secs the pro
prietor You find your way to the
streets alone. The butcher says that
his meat is SC and so. and you pay
The grocer marks his tins such and
such. and you DO not question. and
tho hoRnr a yc fhnt nnI vnp IN NOV
pay, What? | need Il collar: il is
quindici-ffteen you say! | offer quat-
tordici | would give interest to the
sale But. no, The collar goes back
into the box. | pay quindici or | go
without. 1t is the same everywhere
very dull. dead. lifeless."
Hillard was moved to laughter He
very well understood the old mans
lament. In Italy If there is one thing
more than another that pleases the ma
tive 1t is to make believe to himself
that he has got the better Of a bar
whole day. 1t is talked about. laughed
over and becomes the history Of the
day.
Hillard presently left the house and
hailed a Fifth avenue omnibus. He
looked with negative interest at the
advertisements. at the people in the
streets. at his fellow travellers. One Of
these was hidden behind his morning
paper. Personals, Hillard squirmed a
little. The world never holds very
much romance in the sober morning.
What a stupid piece Of folly! The
idea Of his sending that personal in
quiry to the paper! Tomorrow he
would see 1t sandwiched In between
samples Of shopgirl romance. ques-
tionable intrigues and divers search
warrants. Ye gods. Will the blond
who smiled at gentleman IN blue serge.
elevated train. Tuesday. meet same In
park? Object. matrimony." Hillard
6dgeted. Young man known as Ado
mis- would adore stout elderly lady In
dependeptly situated. Object. matri.
mony." Pish. "Girlie. Can't keep ap-
pointment tonight Willie" Tush! "a
French widow Of eighteen. unincum-
bered." and so forth and so on. Rot.
bally rot, and here he was on the way
to join them. will the lady who sang
from Nine. Angot' communicate with
gentleman who leaned out of the
window? J. H.. Burgomaster Club -"
Positively asinine.
There was scarce one chance In a
thousand Of the mysterious singers
seeing the Inquiry, not one In ten thou.
sand Of Nor oncyrnrinD ~ And thu
folly Of giving his club address. That
would look very dignified in yonder
agony column. He would cancel the
thing.
He dropped from the omnibus at the
park entrance. where he found his
FESTIVE mare. He ave her a lump Of
sugar and climbed into the saddle. He
directed the groom to return for the
horse at 10 o'clock. then beaded for the
bride path. 1t was heavy. but the air
was so keen and bracing that neither
the man nor the horse worried abOu
the going. Only one party attracted
him, a riding master and a trio Of
brokers who were verging oil embon.
point and were desperate and looked
II. HllIar0 Went on. Inc park was
not lovely: the trees were barren. the
grass yellow and sodden.
'She is so innocent. so youthful
He found himself humming the re
frain over and over. She had sung II
with abandon. tenderness. lightness.
For one glimpse of her face. He took
the rise and dip that followed. Yards
ahead a solitary woman cantered east
ly along Iillard had not seen her be.
fore. He spurred forward. family Gu
rious. There was nothing familiar to
his eye in her charming figure. She
rode we'll. AS he drew nearer he sal
that she wore a heavy gray veil. And
this veil hid everything but the single
fash of a pair Of eyes the color Of