The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1909-09-23
By
HAROLD
MAC GRATH
Copyright. 1908. by the Bobbs-
Merrill Co.

back. Your peol - have been good to
me and have legally made me one of
them. but my heart is never here. 1t is
always so cold. and every one moves
so quickly. You cannot lie down in
the sun. Your police. bah. They beat
you on the feet. You remember when
fell asleep on the steps Of the cathe-
dral? They thought ! was drunk and
would have arrested mer
Everybody must keep moving here
IT is the penalty of being rich"
"And ] am lonesome for my kind.
have nothing in common with these
herds of Sicilians and Neapolitans who
pour into the streets from the
wharfs." Giovanni spoke scornfully.
Yet in wartime the Neapolitans
sheltered your pope"
Vanity! They wished to make an
impression on the rest of the world.
1t is dull here besides. There is no
joy in the shops. | am lost in these
great palaces. The fiesta is lacking.
Nobody bargains; nobody sees the pro-
prietor. 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? | need collar: it is
quindici-ffteen you say! | offer quat-
tordici | would give Interest to the
sale. But. no! The collar goes back
into the box. ! pay quindici or go
without. 1t is the same everywhere
very duh. 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 ma
five it is to make believe to himself
that he has got the better Of a bar
gain. A shrewd purchase enlivens the
whole day. 1t is talked about, laughed
over and becomes the history Of the
day.
Hillard presently left the house and
hailed Fifth avenue omnibus. He
looked with negative interest Mt 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 folly. The
idea of his sending that personal in
quiry to the paper, Tomorrow he
would see it sandwiched in between
samples of shopgirl romance. ques-
tionable intrigues and divers search
warrants. Ye gods. will the blond
who smiled at gentleman in blue serge,
elevated train. Tuesday. meet same in
park? Object, matrimony." Hillard
fidgeted. Young man known as Ado
mis- would adore stout elderly lady in
dependeDtly situated. Object. matri-
mony" Pish. "Girlie. Can't keep ap-
pointment tonight. Willie" Tush! "A
French widow of eighteen. unincum-
bered." 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 Nine. Angot' communicate with
gentleman who leaned out Of the
window? j. H.. Burgomaster Club
Positively asinine!
There was scarce one chance in a
thousand of the mysterious singers
seeing the inquiry. not one in ten thou
sand of her answering it. And the
folly of giving his club address, That
would look very dignified in yonder
agony column. He would cancel the
thing.
He dropped from the omnibus at the
park entrance. where he found his
FESTIVE mare. He gave her lump of
sugar and climbed into the saddle. He
the groom to return for the
horse at 10 o'clock. then headed for the
bride path. 1t was heavy. but the air
was so keen and bracing that neither
the man nor the horse worried about
the going. Only one party attracted
him. u riding master and trio of
brokers who were verging on embon-
point and were desperate and looked
It. Hillard went on. The park was
not lovely: the trees were barren, the
grass yellow and sodden.
"She is so innocent. so youthful"
He found himself humming the re-
frain over and over. She had sung 1t
with abandon. tenderness. iightness.
For one glimpse of her face. He took
the rise and dip that followed Yards
lhead solitary woman cantered east
" along Hillard had not seen her be-
fore. He spurred forward, family Gu
.ious There was nothing familiar to
his eye In her charming figure. She
rode well. As he drew nearer he saw
hat she wore heavy gray veil. And
his veil hid everything but the single
lash of a pair of eyes the color OF |
which defied him. Then he looked at |
Ter mount. Ha! There was only one
'angy black with a white throat-from /
he sanford stables. he was positive.
But the Sandfords were at this mo-