Arizona republican., 1909-06-13

Surely Pietro understood, but he was nervous, doubting the ability of this novice to demand the right sum for his labor.
 O'Mally settled his cap on straight and went to the gates and opened them. A party of five Americans stood outside-two men. two women, and a girl of twelve or fourteen. The now familiar to O'Mally, of persons who intended to see everything if they eventually died for it.
 This is the Villa Ariadne?" asked one of the women. She wore eye glasses and had a bitter expression.
 Tt is" said O'Mally, touching his cap.
 He speaks English." cried the wo- man. turning joyfully to the others.
 We wish to see the villa and the park"
 The villa is now occupied, sig nora" replied O'Mally; but you are permitted to see the park and gar dens."
 How much?'' asked one of the men.
 'Cinquanty," said oMally; then correcting himself, for each per son."
 Ten cents? Two lire fifty? Why, this is downright extertion!" de- clared the woman with the eye glasses. She was vehement, too.
 O'Mally gave vent to a perfect Italian shrug. and put a hand out suggestively toward the gates.
 "Oh, come, dear," protested one of the men wearily; you've dragged us up here from Fiesole and I'm not going back without seeing what's to be seen"
 That's like you men; always will ing to be robbed rather than stand upon your rights. But 1 VOW that you weak men will ruin travel by giving in alls the time"
 The man at whom this brief jere- miad was hurled painfully counted out two lire fifty, which was imme- diately transferred to the palm of the guide, who ushered the wayfarers in.
 Solemnly Pietro watched them pass, wondering what the terms were. O'MalIy led the party to the foun- tain.
 What's this?" asked the woman.
 This" O'Mally began, with a care less wave of the hand, 'is the famed fountain by Donatello. It. was orig inally owned by Catherine dMedissy. The Borgias stole it from her, and Italy and France nearly came to war over it"
 ''The Borgias?" doubtfully Were these two families contemporaneous? ?"
 They were" scornfully. These Borgias were not the head of the family. however. Finally it fell into the hands of the first Prince d'Monty Bianchy, and has stood where you see it for three hundred years. It is considered the finest specimen of its kind The Italian government has offered fabulous sums for it.
 T thought the government could force the sale of these thing?s"
 There has been some litigation over this property, consequently the government can do nothing till the courts have settled the matter" re- cited O'Mally glibly.
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 The quintet consulted their guide books, but before they had located the paragraph referring to this work, O'MaIly was cunningly leading them on to the Delal Robbias which hung in the ruined pavilion. With a grand vet familiar air he acclaimed over the marvellous beauties of this pecu liar clay with an eloquence which was little short of masterful. He passed on to the antique marbles, touching them lightly and explaining how this one was Nero's that one Caligula's, that one Tiberius'. He lied so easily and gracefully that wherever it rested, the tomb of Ana nias must have rocked. And when ever his victims tried to compare his statements with those in the guide books, he was extolling some other treasure They finally put the guide books under their arms and trusted in the kindness of Providence.
 Do you know" said the woman who had not yet spoken, you speak English remarkably well? There is an accent I do not quite understand
 OMally shivered for a moment. Was she going to spring Dago on him? "I am Italian" he said easily. "I was born. however, in County Clare My father and mother were immigrants to Ireland" His face was as solemn as an owls.
 That explain sit"
 OMally took a new lease of life. 1og r,.o cbovr xyorr Hadrian n