Arizona republican., 1909-05-26

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we may have to do without break
fast. But there's the old saying that
he who sleeps dimes. Avanti?
Sometimes" said Kitty, drying the
final tear, sometimes 1 am afraid OF
| you"
And wisely. / am often afraid of
myself l always do the first thing
that enters my head, and generally
it is the wrong thing. Never mind.
The old woman here will trust us for
some weeks yet" She leaned from
the window and called. "Pomp-e-o,"
From the canal the gondolier
answered.
Now them" said the woman to
the girl.
Kitty threw a heavy shawl over her
head and shoulders, while the, other
wound about her face the now famil-
lar dark grey veil; and the two went
down into the Campo to the landing.
Kitty longed to ask La Signorina
why she invariably wore hat veil,
but she did not utter the question,
knowing full we'll that La Signorina
would have evaded it frankly
Pompeo threw away his cigarette
and DOTTED his hat. He offered his
elbow to steady the women as they
boarded; and once they were seated,
a good stroke sent the gondola up
the canal. The women sat speeches.
for some time. At each intersection
Pompeo called right or left musically.
Sometimes the moon would find its
way through the brick and marble
canon, or the bright ferrule of an
other gondola flashed and disappeared
into the gloom. Under the bridges
they passed, they glided by little
restaurants We're the Venetians, in
olden days, talked liberty for them
selves and death to the Austrians, and
at length they came out upon the
Grand Canal where the Rialto curves
it's ancient blocks Of marble and
stalactites CLEAN ghostly overhead.
There, this is better
1T is always better when you are
with me-" said Kitty.
For years Kitty had fought her
battles alone, independent and re-
sourceful; and yet here she was
leaning upon the strong. will of this
remarkable woman, and gratefully, too
1t is a pleasant thing to shift re-
sponsibility to the shoulders of one
we know to be capable of bearing it.
Now, my dear Kitty, Wen just en-
joy ourselves tonight, and on our re-
turn l shall lay a plan before you
and tomorrow you may submit it to
the men. 1t is as usual a foolish
plan but it will be something of an
adventure
Il accept it at once, without know
ing what it is.
Kitty Killigrew," unused La Sig
norma. THE name is as pretty as
you are. Pretty Kitty Killigrew; it
sings" Then she added SOL
Never change it. There is
no man worth the exchange"
Kitty was not wholly sure of this.
so she made no response.
What a beautiful palace!" she
cried presently, pointing to a house
in darkness, not far from the house of
Petrarch. 1t was only the interior of
the house that was in darkness. The
moon poured broadly upon it. The
leaning gondola posts stood like sleep
ing sentinels, and the tide murmured
over the marble steps.
PonpeO, seeing Kitty's gesture and
not understanding her words, swung
the gondola diagonally across the
canal.
mo, no, Pompeo," La Signorina
spoke in Italian. Il have told you
never to go near that house without
express orders. Straight ahead"
The gondola at once resumed its
former course. Never did PompeO
take a tourist down the Grand Canal
that he did not exalt in his best
Italian and French the beauties of
yonder palace. Had he not spent
his youth in the service of the family?
1t was only of late years that Pom |
PEG had become a public gondolier,
with his posts in the stand fronting
the Hotel de rEurope.
"A-oeli Look OUT" he called sud-
denly. Another gondola scraped along
side and passed on.
who lives there?" asked Kitty.
Nobody" answered La Signorina. |
Though once it was the palace of
a great warrior. How picturesque the
gondolas look, with their dancing |
double lights Those without num-
bers are private"
1.-The old palace interests me more |
than the gondolas, declared Kitty.
buI Id ClBHOTlIld Was llOl " NC !
trapped
Presently they passed the row of |
great hotels, with their balconies |
hanging over the water and their |
steps running down into it. Kitty
eyed them all regretfully. She saw
men and women in evening dress, |
and she was sure that they had |
dined well and were happy. Without |
doubt there were persons who knew |
her by name and had seen her act |
From the Grand Canal they came |
out into the great canal of San Marco, |
the beginning of the lagoon. Here |
Kitty forgot for the moment her |
troubles; her dream-Venice had re-
turned. There were private yachts,
Adriatic liners, all brilliant with il
and hundreds of gondolas.
Dobbing, bobbing, like captive levia-
-hians, punched round the gaily-lan-
termed barges of the serenaders. /
There was only one flaw to this per-
rect dream: the shrill whistle of the
Jerry boats. They had no place here,
and their presence was an affront.
How l hate themi" said La Sig
norma. 1.-The American influenced
Some day they will be filling up the
canals and running trans over them.
What is beauty and silence if there