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f mosaic, from the Villa Hadrian in Tivoli, out of Rome" he swept back the sand. ''Is it not magnificent"
 Looks like a linoleum pattern" was the comment of one of the men.
 You are not far from right" said O'Mally. Tt was from this very mosaic that the American linoleums were originally designed"
 "Indeed!" said the woman with the glasses.
 Yes, signora"
 Ma" whispered the girl, ask him for one of those buttons"
 The stage-whisper was overheard by O'Mally These buttons" he ex- plained, cost lira each; but if the signorina really wishes one" And thus another lira swelled the profits of the day. O'Mally wondered if he ought not to keep this one lira since it was off his own coat and not Pie tro's.
 On the balcony of the villa ap- peared two women. The woman with the glasses at once discovered them
 Who is that handsome woman?" she demanded.
 O'Mally paled slightly. That" touching his cap respectfully, "is her Highness, La Principessy d. Monty Bianchy, the owner of the Villa | Ariadne." Hei He had them here The tourists stared at the balcony A real live princess! They no longer regretted the two lire fifty This was something worth while. We did not know that the princess lived here"
 Tt is but a temporary visit She is here incognito. You must not re- peat what have told you" was O'Mally's added warning.
 On the balcony the two women were talking quietly.
 What in the world is that man O'Mally up to now?" said La Sig norina curiously.
 Cant you see?" replied Kitty. He is acting as guide in Pietro's place"
 "Merciful heavensi" La Signorina retired, stirling her laughter
 At the gates O'Mally received his pourboire of twenty centesimi. saw his charge outside, closed and locked the gates, and returned to Pietro, who was in greatly agitated state of mind.
 "Quando!" he cried.
 O'Mally handed him the exact amount, minus the lira for the but ton.
 santa Maria, All thees? How? No more I take dem; you,"
 O'Mally sat down on the bench and laughed. It was as good a part as he had ever had.
 
 ed over the terrace wall, her hand idly trailing over the soft cool roses. Afar down the valley shimmered the lights of Florence. There were no outlines; no towers, no domes. no roofs were visible; nothing but the dim haze upon which the lights se- renely floated. It might have been harbor in the peace of night R the south, crowning the hills with faint halo, the moon, yet hid den, was rising across the heavens. Stretched out on either hand white and shadowy lay the great road She was dreaming. Presently upon the silence came the echo of galloping horses. She listened. The sound came from the north. It died away only to return again sharply, and this time without echo. Two horse men came cantering toward the Villa Ariadne. They drew down to a walk, and she watched them carelessly. It was not long before they passed un- der her. She heard their voices.
 Jack, this has been the trip of my life. Verona, Padua, Bologna, and now Florence! This is life; nothing like it."
 T am glad, Dan. It has been en- joyable. I only hope our luggage will be at the hotel for us. Twelve days in riding brooches are quite enough for a single stretch
 La Signorina's hand closed con- vulsively over a rose, and crushed it. The vine, as she did so, gave forth a rustling sound. The men turned and glanced up. They saw a woman dimly. That was all.
 "A last canter to Fiesole!"
 of she goes!"
 The two went clattering down the road.
 La Signorina released the imprison ed rose, and, unmindful of the prick of the thorn. walked slowly back to the villa. It was fatality that this man SnOulu again cross neT pdlH.
 CHAPTER xxx.
 Kitty Drops a Bandbox.
 Whats the matter, Jack? When ever you smoke. your cigar goes out; you read a newspaper by staring over the top of it. you bump into people on the streets, when there is plenty of room for you to pass; you leave your watch under the pillow and have to hike back for it; you for get, you are absent minded. Now. what's the matter?"
 q don't know, Dan," said Hillard. relighting his cigar. "Or you won't tell" Perhaps that's more like it. Its that woman, though you will not acknowledge it. By George, I'd like to meet her face to face; I'd | give her a piece of my mind" "Or a piece of your heartl' "Bahi" cried Merrihew, Tipping his | cigar-ash to the walk below, careless whether it struck any of the leisurely |