Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-05-04

Comic Opera company.
| Not a 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. Il should like 20 know what IT
means"
Eve will write to the consulate in
Rome. If there has been any trouble
he will certainly notify u.s. I'll write
tonight. Now, here's Cooks next
door. Well ;.sk if there is any mail
for Kitty Killigrew."
But there wasn't, nor had there
been; and the name was not on the
forwarding books
Looks as if your Kitty were the
needle in the haystack.'
Hang the luck!" Merrihew JAM
med his hands into his pockets and
sulked with the world.
ut is evident that Kitty will not
have you"
"Cut it," savagely. Pictures and
churches and museums were all we'll
enough, but Merrihew wanted Kitty
Killigrew above all the treasures Of
earth. 1t was no longer a passing
fancy; he was downright in love.
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 1t was the fashionable hour. The
band was playing nearby in the Villa
Nazionale. Americans were every
where, Occasionally stray princess
or countess flashed by. inert and list
less against the cushions. and invari-
ably overdressed. And when men &C.
companied them, the men Gf they
were husbands) lolled back, even
more listlss. And beggars of all sorts
and descriptions besieged the very
great grand rich Americans" To the
Neapolitan all Americans are ricn;
they are the only forestieri who are
always ready to throw money about,
regardless of results. The English
man, now, when the poveretto puts
out his unlovely hand, looks calmly
over his head and drives on. The
German land in the spring there are
more Germans in Italy than Italians!)
is deep in his Koran, generally, mis-
Karl Baedeker, or too thrifty to no
| tice. 1t Is to the American, then, that
the beggar looks for his daily maca-
roni.
They were nearly week in Naples
They saw the galleries, the museums
and churchs; they saw underground
Naples; they made the weary and use
less ascent of Vesuvius; and Merri-
hew added new smell to his collec-
ton every hour. Pompeii by moon
light, however, was worth thousand
ordinary dreams; and Merrihew, who
had abundant imagination, but no art
with which to express it-happily or
unhappily-saw Lytton's story unfold
in all its romantic splendor. In the
dark corners he saw Glaucus, and
Sallust, and Arbaces; he could hear
the light step OF the luxurious Julia,
and the tramp of the gladiators; he
could hear tones voice in song and
the low whisper of Nydia with her
roses ITO the lions! Glaucus to the
lions!" 1t would have been perfect
had Vesuvius blown off the top of It's
head at that moment.
They fingered at Amalf three days,
and dreamed away the hours under
the white pergola Merrihew was
loath to leave; but Hillard was for
going on to Sorrento, for which his
heart was always longing.
A spring rain fell as they took the
incline and it followed them over the
mountains and down into Sorrento.
The rudy oranges hung in clusters
over the old walls which lined both
sides of the road, walls SO old that his
tory stops before them doubtfully.
And the perfume of the sweet rain
mingling with that of the fruit wHs
like nothing Merrihew had ever sensed
before. They finally drew up in the
courtyard Of the Hotel de la Sirena,
and the long ride was at an end. The
little garden was white and pink with
roses and camellias, and the tubbed
mandarins were heavy with fruit.
And this is March" said Merri-
hew, his thought travelling back to his
own bleak country, where winter is 50
long and summer SO short
Their rooms were on the northeast
corner, on the first floor; and from
the windows they could look down
upon the marina piccola and the tide
less sea, a. sheer hundred and fifty
feet below Everybody welcomed the
Signore Hillard; the hotel was his.
and everything and everybody in il,
Fire? It was always burning in the
CRATE; orange wood, too, the smoke
of which leaves no strong acidulous
odor on the air The signore Hill
lard had only to speak, he had only
to express a wish; they would scour
the village to crafty it. Hillard ac-
cepted all these attentions as a mat
ter of course, as a duke or prince
might have accepted them.
by GEORGE" whispered Merrihew;
"they treat you like a prince here
Later, when they were alone, Hill
| lard began to explain.
"They remember my father; he used
to live like q prince in Sorrento.
Every time come here l do the best
can to keep the luster to his name.
Tomorrow l shall point out to you
the villa in which | was born. A
Russian princess owns it now. You
will know the place by the pet monkey
which is ALWAYS clambering about the