The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-09-16

He knew many rich young bachelors
like Hillard. II II wasn't chorus
lady II was a prima donna, which was
not far from being the same thing.
Hlllard regained his room and leaned
with his back to the radiator. He had
an idea. 1t was rather green and
salad, but as soon as his hands were
warm he determined to put this idea
into immediate use The voice had
stirred him deeply, stirred him with
the longing to hear II again. to learn
what extraordinary impulse had loosed
| the song.
Never the winter came with its
weary round Of rain and fog and snow
that his heart and mind did not fly
over the tideless southern sea to the
land of his birth II not of his blood
Sorrento that jewel Of the sun bathed
cliffs!
With quick gesture Of both hands
Latin, always Latin--he crossed the
room to small writing desk. turned
on the lights and sat down. After
several attempts he realized that the
letter he had In mind was not the sim
plest to compose. There were dozen
futile efforts before he produced any
thing like satisfaction. Then he filed
out a small check A little later he
stole downstairs, around the corner to
the local branch Of the postofiice and
returned. 1t was only blind throw,
such as dicers sometimes make In the
dark. But chance loves her true game
ster. and to him she makes faithful
servant.
He picked up novel. 81 should be
sorely tempted to call any other man
a silly ass. Leddy Lightfinger-it
would be fine joke If my singer
turned out to be that irregular per
son."
He fell to reading, but soon yawned.
He SHE'D the book into corner. drew
OF his boots and cast them into the
hall. A moment after his valet ap
pcared, gathered up the boots and
waited.
Il want nothing, Giovanni ! have
only been around to the postofiice."
Il heard the door open and close
four times, signor"
1T was l. II this fog does not
change | shall want my riding
breeches to morrow morning"
1T always rains here" Giovanni re-
marked.
mot always. There are pleasant
days in the spring and summer 1t Is
because this is not Italy. The Hol-
lander wonders how any reasonable
being can dwell In country where
they do not drink gin. It's home, Clio
vannl. Rain pelts you from differ
ent angle here. There is nothing
more. You may go. 1t is 2 o'clock, and
you are dead for sleep"
But Giovanni only bowed. He did
not stir.
1T Is seven years now, signor."
80 II is-seven this coming April"
X am now an American citizen and |
may return to my good Italia without |
danger"
That depends. II you do not run 7
across any official who recognizes |
you"
Giovanni spread his hands. Official
memory seldom lasts 30 long as seven
years. The signor has crossed four /
times In this period"
Il would gladly have taken you each
time. as you know"
''0h. yes, But In two or three years
The police do not forget. In seven II IL
lIfferent."
"Ah" Hillard was beginning TO un
ierstand the trend Of this conyersa-
ion. so, then. you wish TO return
"Yes, signor. ] have saved little
modcstly.
"A littiey Hillard laughed For
seven years you have received fifty
American dollars every month. and
,ut OF II you do not spend as many
'RffNi NthifnlAHts ahi hNiAdsb tAihA 4
iou have 10000 lire tucked away In
Tour stocking-a fortune"
Il buy the backing for the signors
,oots." grnveiy.
Hillard saw the twinkle In the black
yes. Il baYe never" he said truth.
ully, asked you TO black my boots"
"Penance. signor. penance for my
ins. and am not without gratitude
here was d time when had rather
ut on hand than black boot But
u that is changed. We Of the Sabine
Ills are proud. as the signor knows
We are Romans out there We despise
be cities. and We do not hold out our
aims for the travellers pennies. am
peasant. but always remember the
iood Of the Caesars. Who can myf
,esides. have Aeld a sword for the
hurch ! owe no allegiance 10 ths