The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-11-18

e'ei "a" 80 MANY Kills. Merrl
ne" nnally observed so many dirt!
oheS' he auued. herod would have
nau his WORK cut out Tor MN here.
NOW Where can we get some neWSpa-
pers! must Know where she is
Al the DookShop III the piazza they
Aounu the home ana Florence papers.
hlllard went through them thorough
ly, but nowhere did he see anything
kelauNe TO the dollSS OF the American
comic opera company.
MOI a Inc, Dan.
but there must be something in
tne fIorenre paper They should be
playing there yet
Nothing. These papers are two
weeks old
Merrihew stared blankly at the
sheet. Il should like to know what it
means"
We will write to the consulate in
Rome. If there has been any trouble
he will certainly notify us. I'll write
tonight. Now. here's Cooks next door
Wen ask If there is any mail for Kitty
killigrew."
But there wasn't nor had there
been. and the name was not on the
forwarding books.
Looks as if your Kitty were the
needle in the haystacl"
cut it," savageIy. Pictures and
churches and museums were all we'll
enough. but Merrihew wanted Kitty
Killigrew above all the treasures of
earth.
When they turned down to the Via
Caracciolo. with the full swenn Of tho
magnificent bay at their feet, Merri
news disappointment softcucd soma
what. 1t was the fashionable hour
The band was PLAYING near Inv in tho
Villa NaZionale. Americans wore av-
erywhere Occasionally a stray priu-
cess or countess flashed by inert and
2istleSs against the cushions and invo-
Tiably overdressed And when men ac.
companied them the men Gf they were
husbands lolled back even more list
less. And beggars of all sorts and de-
Scriptions bcsieged the very great
grand rich Americans"
They were nearly a week i'm %anIns
They saw the galleries. the museums
and churches; they saw UNDERGROUND
Naples; they made the weary and use-
full ascent of Vesuvius. and Nerribcw
added a new smell to his collection
every hour. Pompeii by moonlight
however. was worth a thosand ordi-
nary dreams. and Merrihew. who had
abundant Imagination. but no art with
which to express ii. happilv or uphan-
ply, saw Lytton's story unfold in all
its romantic splendor
They fingered at Amalf three DAYS
and dreamed away the hours undpr
the white pergola Merrihew was
koath to leave, but Hilard was for 90
1ng on to Sorrento. for which his heart
was always longing.
A spring rain fell as they took the
fncline, and it followed them over the
mountains and down into Sorrento,
They finally drew up in the courtyard
of the Hotel de la Sirena. and the
long ride was at an end The little gar
den was white and pink with roses
and camellias, and the tubbed manda.
rims were heavy with fruit.
And this Is March," said Merrihew.
his thought travelling back to his own
bleak country. where winter is so long
and summer is so short.
Their rooms were on the northeast
corner, on the first floor. and from the
windows they could look down upon
the marina piccola and the tideless
sea. sheer 100 feet below Every
body welcomed the Signor Hillard.
The hotel was his aud everything and
everybody in it.
Later, when they were alone, Hillard
began to explain.
"They remember my father He used
TO live like prince In Sorrento Ev.
cry time | come here do the best
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