The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1909-09-16

(. were alone. she and l. The sheep sup
ported me. and she sold her roses and
dried lavender 1t was all so beau
tiful-till be came. All. had he loved
her! But a plaything. pastime. The
signor never had a daughter What
is she now? a nameless thing in the
< streetsr' Giovanni raised his arms
tragically. The boots clattered to the
floor. Seven years! 1t is a long time
for one of my blood to wait"
Enough cried Hnlard. but there
! was a hardness in his throat at the
sight of the old mans tears Where
was the proud and stately man. the
black bearded shepherd in faded blue
\ linen. in picturesque carriers. with his
reedKke pipe. that he. Hillard. had
! known in his boyhood days? Il can
give you only my sympathy for your
loss" said Hillard. but | abhor the
spirit of revenge which cannot find
satisfaction in anything save murder"
Giovanni bowed gravely and made
of with his boots. Hillard remained
staring thoughtfully at the many col
ored squares in the rug under his feet
1t would be lonesome with Giovanni
gone The old man had evidently
made up his mind. But the woman
with the voice. would she see the no.
tice in the paperi And if she did
would she reply TO it? What foun-
dation for a romance! Bah. He pre-
pared for bed
1aT ~f g
ures as the only thing worth having
John Hillard was a fortunate young
man. That he was without kith or kin
was considered by many as an addi-
tional piece of good fortune. Born in
Sorrento. in one of the charming villas
which sweep down to the very brow
of the cliffs. educated in Rome up TO
his fifteenth year, taken at that age
from the dreamy. drifting land and
thrust into the noisy. bustling life
which was his Inheritance: fatherless
and motherless at twenty, college
youth who was forever mixing his
Italian with his English and being
laughed at. hating tumult and loving
quiet. warm hearted and impulsive.
yet meeting only habitual reserve from
his compatriots whichever way he
turned. it is not TO be wondered at
that he preferred the land of his birth
to that of his blood
The old house in which he lived was
not in the fashionable quarter of the
town. but that did not matter Nor
did ii vary externally from any of its
A
butler and a valet were his retinue.
Giovanni sought his own room at the
end of the ball. squatted on low
stool and solemnly began the business
of backing his masters boots. he
was still as lean and tall as a Lon-
hardy poplar. this handsome old Ro-
man. His hair was white; there was
now no black beard on his face, which I
was as brown aud creased as Spanish {
levant. and some of the fullness was (
gone from his chest aud arms. but for 4
all that he carried his fifty odd years 4
lightly. He worked swiftly tonight. [
but his mind was far away from his (
task
There was a pitiful story. common
place enough-a daughter, loose liv-
ing officer. a knife flung from a dark I
alley. the sudden fight TO the south.
billiard had found him wandering
through the streets of Naples. hiding
from the carabinieri as best he could.
Hflard contrived to smuggle him on
the private yacht Of friend. He
found a peasant who was reconsider
ing the ACCESSIBILITY of digging sewers
and laying railroad ties in the Edo
-ado of the west A few pieces of sill
FER ard the passport changed hands.
With this Giovanni blandly lied his