Arizona republican., 1909-05-18

a word to bring me to him. The sig nore will pardon me, but he is like like a son. -.... Thanks, Giovanni. By the way, did you hear a woman singing in the street last night?"
 Yes. At first" Giovanni hesi- tated.
 "Ah, but that could not be, Gio- vanni; that could not be"
 No, it could not be. But she sang well!" the old servant ventured.
 80 thought l. even ran out into the street to find out who she was; but she vanished like the lady in the conjurer's trick. But it seem ed to me that, while she sang in Italian. she herself was not wholly of that race
 "Buonissima!" Giovanni struck a noiseless bravo with his hands. Have l not always said that the signore ears are as sharp as my own? No, the voice was very beautiful, but it was not truly Roman. It was more like they talk in Venice And yet the sound of the voice decided me. The hills have always been calling to me; and l must answer"
 And the unforgetting carabinieri?'
 "Oh, l must take my chance,' with the air of a fatalist.
 What shall you do?"
 "I have my two hands, signore. Be- sides, the signore has said it; I am rich" Giovanni permitted a smile to stir his thin lips. Yes, l must go back. Your people have been good to and have legally made me one of them, but my heart is never here. It is always so cold and every one moves so quickly. You can not lie down in the sun. Your police, bah. They beat you on the feet. You remember when I fell asleep on the steps of the cathedral? They thought I was drunk, and would have arrested mel"
 Everybody must keep moving here; it is the penalty of being rich"
 And 1 am lonesome for my kind. I have nothing in common with these herds of Sicilians and Neapolitans who pour into the streets from the wharves." Giovanni spoke scornfully
 Yet in war time 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. I am lost in these great palaces. The fiesta is lacking Nobody bargains; nobody sees the proprietor; you find your way to the streets alone. The butcher says that his meat is so-and-so, and you pay: the grocer marks his tins such-and=. such, and you do not question; and the baker says that, and you pay, pay. pay. What? 1 need a collar: it is quindici-fifteen you say, I of fer quattordici. l would give interest to the sale. But no. The collar goes back into the box. I pay quindici, or I go without. It is the same every where; 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 native it is to make believe to himself that he has got the better of a bargain A shrewd purchase en- livens the whole day; it is talked about, laughed over, and becomes the history of the day that TOmass', or Pietro, or Paoli, or whatever his name may be, has bested the mer- chant out of some twenty centesimi.'
 And the cook and the butler" con- cluded Giovanni; we do not get on weH'
 Tt is because they are in mortal fear of you, you brigand. Well, my coat and cap"
 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 follyi The idea of his sending that personal inquiry to the paperi To- morrow he would see it sandwiched in between samples of shop-girl TO- nance, questionable intrigues, and divers search warrants. Ye gods, will the blond who smiled at gen tleman in blue serge, elevated train, Tuesday, meet same in park? Object, matrimOny." Hillard fidgeted. Young man known as Adonis would adore
  uated Object, matrimOny." Pish, "Girlie. Can't keep appointment to- night. Willie" Tush! "A French widow of eighteen, unencumbered," 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 Madame Angot communicate with gentleman who leaned out of the window? J. H. Burgamaster Club Positively asinine, The man opposite folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and its disappearance re- lieved Hillard somewhat.
 There was scarce one chance in thousand of the mysterious singers seeing the inquiry, not one in ten thousand of her answering it. And the folly of giving his club address, That would look very dignified in wonder agony column! And then he frightened. He could withdraw it and he would do- so the very first thing when he went down town to the office. Object, matrimonyi" If the woman saw it she would only laugh. It was all a decent woman could do. And certainly the woman of the past nights adventure was of high degree, educated; and doubtless the spirit which had prompted the song was as ineXplicable to her this