The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-10-07


had bis work cut out for him here
Now where can we get some newspa
pcrs? must know where she ia"
At the bookshop In the piazza the,
found the Rome and Florence papers
HIllard went through them thorough
ly, but nowhere did he see anything
relative 10 the doings OF the American
Comic 0pera company.
mot line, Dam
But there must be something In
the Florence paper, They should be
playing there yet"
Nothing. These papers are two
weeks Old
Merrihew stared blankly at the
sheet II should like TO know what It
means"
I'VE will write 10 tie consulate In
Rome. II there has been any trouble
he will certainly notify us III write
tonight. Now, here's Cooks next door
Wen ask II there is any mail for Kitty
Kiiligrew."
But there wasn't, nor had there
been. and the name was not on the
forwarding books.
Looks as II your Kitty were the
needle In the haystack."
"Cut IT." savagely Pictures and
churches and museums were all well
enough, but Merrlbcw wanted Kitty
Killigrew above all the treasures OF
earth.
When they turned down to the Via
Caracciolo, with the full sweep OF the
magnificent bay at their feet, Merri-
hew's disappointment softened some
what. II was the fashionable hour
The band was playing near by In the
villa Nazionale. Americans were ev.
erywhere. Occasionally stray prln.
cess or countess flashed by inert and
listless against the cushions and inva-
riably overdressed And when men ac.
companled them the men III they were
husbands lolled back, even more list.
less. And beggars OF all sorts aud de-
scriptions besieged the very great
grand rich Americans"
They were nearly week In Naples.
They saw the galleries, the museums
and churches; they saw underground
Naples; they made the weary and use
full ascent Of vesuvius, and Merribew
added new smell to his collection
every hour. Pompeil by moonlight,
however, was worth a thosand ordi-
nary dreams, and Merrihew, who had
abundant Imagination, but no art with
which to express 1t, happily or unhap-
PLY, saw Lytton's story unfold In all
Its romantic splendor.
They fingered at Amalfi three days
and dreamed away the hours under
The white pergola. Merrihew was
oath to leave, but Hillard was for go.
ng on to Sorrento, for which his heart
was always longing.
A spring rain fell as they took the
ncline, and II followed them over the
mountains and down into Sorrento.
rhey finally drew up in the courtyard
II the Hotel de la Sirena, and the
ong ride was at an end. The little gar |
len was white and pink with roses
md camellias, and the tubbed manda.
ins were heavy with fruit.
"And this Is March," said Merrlhcw,
IFS thought travelling back to his own
leak country, where winter Is so long
md summer Is so short.
Their rooms were on the northeast
orner, on the first floor, and from the
they could look down upon
he marina piccola and the tideless
ca, sheer 100 feet below. Every.
,ody welcomed the Signor Hillard
he hotel was his and everything and
verybody In 1t.
Later, when they were alone, Hillard
egan to explain.
"They remember my father lie used
. live like a prince In Sorrento Ey.
ry time come here | do the best
an to keep the luster TO his name.
omorrow shall point out 70 you the
lila in which was born. A Russian
rincess owns II now
"A real live princessp' said Merri-
ew "Is she beautifully"
"once upon a time" returned Hi.
rd, laughing.
Giovanni did not return tn late that
light. and on the morrow fiillard
uestioned him.
II have been 10 see a cousin" said
ioyanni, "who lives on the way to ri
eserta."