The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-04-14
BY
HAROLD
MAC CRATEl
Copyright. 1898. BY the Bobbs.
Merrill Co

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AlillarG went through theE t.iuiuu L.
!y. but nowhere did he see anything
relative to the dof1gs Of the American
Conf. Opera company.
met line. DAN"
Tut there must he something in
the Florence paper. They should he
/ playing there yet"
Nothing These papers are two
weeks Old
Merrihew stared blankly at the
! sheet. II should like to know what ii
means"
I'VE will write to the consulate in
Rome. lf there has been any trouble
he will certainly notify us. III write
tonight. Now. here's Cooks next door
Well 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 haystack."
"Cut it," savagely. Pictures and
churches and museums We're 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 sweep Of the
magnificent bay ut their feet Merri.
hew's disappointment sOftened some
what 1t was the fashionable hour
The band was playing near by in the
Villa Nazionale. Americans were ev-
erywhere. Occasionally stray prin-
cess or countess flashed by inert and
listless against the cushions and inva-
riably Overdressed. And when men ac-
companied them the men IF they were
husbands) lolled back. even more list
less. And beggars of all sorts and de-
ScriptionS besieged the very great
grand rich Americans"
They We're nearly week in Naples.
They saw the galleries, the museums
and churches; they saw underground
Naples; they made the weary and use
full ascent Of Vesuvius. and Merrihew
added new smell to his collection
every hour. Pompeii by moonlight.
however. was worth thosand ordi-
nary dreams. and Merrihew, who had
abundant imagination. but no art with
which to express it. happily or unhap-
PLY. saw Iytton's story unfold in all
it's romantic sp.endor.
They fingered at Amalf three DAYS
and dreamed away the hours under
the white pergola. Merrihew was
loath to leave. but Hillard was for GO
Ing on to Sorrento. for which his heart
was always longing.
A spring rain fell as they took the
incline. and it followed them over the
mountains and down into Sorrento
They finally drew upein the courtyard
Of the Hotel de Ia 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.
hts thought travelling back to his own
bleak country. where winter is so long
and summer is so short.
Their rooms We're 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 $50 feet below. Every
body welcomed the Signor Hillard.
The hotel was his and everything and
everybody in it,
Later. when they were alone. Hillard
began to explain.
"Thcy remember my father. He used
to live like Il prince In Sorrento. Ev-
cry time come here do the best |
can to keep the luster to his name
Tomorrow shall point out to you the
villa in which l was born. A Russian
princess owns it now
"A real live princess!' said Merri-
hew. SIS she beautiful?"
"Once upon a time," returned Hill.
lard, laughing
Giovanni did not return till late that
night, and on the morrow Hillard
questioned him.
Il have been to see cousin" said
Giovanni. "who lives on the way to Ell
Dcserta."
"Ah! So you have a cousin here?"
Eyes. signor."
How old he looked, poor devil! Hill
lard had not taken particular notice
OF him during the past weeks excur-
sions. Giovanni had aged ten years
since they landed.
"And was this cousin glad to see
you? And is he to be trusted?"
Both, signOr. He had some news.
She-the girls a dancer in a Paris
cafe"
would you like me to give you the
necessary money to go to. Paris and
bring her back to the Sabine hillsy'
Hillard asked softly.
Il shall go to Paris, signor-after.''
"What is his nameY" Hillartl had