The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-05-08


After leaving the rufl-
way station he had an Zee
and read the paper IN a
cafe. Then he went back to the hotel, dressed for
dinner, and dined with a good appetite After din
he fingered in the hall (there were chairs and
tables there) smoking his cigar; talked to the lit
tie daughter of the Primo Tenore OF La Scala thea
tre and exchan ged few words with that ''aIniabe
lady" the wife of the Primo Tenore. There was no
performance that evening and these people were
going to the Villa also They went out of the hotel
Very well
But at the moment OF following their example
It was half past nine already-he remembered he
had rather large Of money in his pocketbook.
He entered, therefore, the Office and deposited the
greater part Of IT with the bookkeeper Of the hotel
This done, he took caravella and drove to the
seashore. He got out OF the cab, and entered the
Villa on foot from the Largo di Vittorio end.
He stared at me very hard And I understood
then how really i-npressionable he was. Every
small fact and event OF that evening stood out in
his memory if endowed with a mystic signfi-
canoe he did not mention to me the color OF
the pony which drew the carayena, and the
pect Of the who drove 1t oversight
arising from his agitation, which he repressed
fully.
He had then entered the Villa NazionaIe from thu
Largo di Vittoria end The Villa Nazionale is a
public pleasure ground, laid out in grass plats
bushes, and flower beds, between the houses of the
Riviera di Chiaja and the waters Of the bay. Alleys
Of trees. or less parallel, stretch its whole
length-which is considerable. On the Riviera di
Chiaja side the electric tram close to the
ratings. Between the garden and the is the
fashionable drive, a broad road bordered by low
wall beyond which the Mediterranean splashes
with gentle murnurs when the weather IS fine.
As life goes on late in the night at Naples, the
broad drive was all astir with brilliant multitude
Of carriage lamps moving in pairs. some creeping
slowly, others running rapidly under the rather
thin motionless line Of electric lamps defining the
shore And a brilliant multitude Of stars hung
above the land mining with voices, piled up with
houses, all astir with lights and the silent, fat
shadows Of the
The gardens themselves are not very well lit.
Our friend progressed in the warm gloom with
his eyes fixed upon distant and luminous region
extending nearly across the whole width Of the
Villa If the air had giowed there with its own
cold. blush but dazzling light This magic spot
behind the black trunks Of trees and masses Of
inky foliage breathed out sweet sounds, bursts of
brassy with sudden clashes Of metal and
grave, vibrating thuds.
As he walked on, all these noises combined to
gether into piece Of elaborate music whose har
monious phrases came persuasively through a
great dsorderly nurmur of voices and shutting
of feet the gravel OF that open space. An enor-
NOUS crowd immersed in the electric light as II in
a bath of some radiant and tenuous fluid shed upon
their heads by luminoHS globes drifted in its hun
dreds round the band. Hundreds more sat on
chairs in more or less ooncentric circles receiv-
ing without finching the great waves of sorority
that ebbed ont into the darkness. The Count pene-
trated the throng, drifted with It in tranquil en-
joyment, listening and looking at the faces
Withdrawing from the throng, the Count shared
little table IN front OF the cafe building with
some lemonade. The young man sitting mood
fly before empty glass. He looked up once and
then looked down again He also tilted his hat for
ward. Like this The Count made the ges-
ture OF a man pulling his hat down over his brow
and went on
ct think to myself; he IS sad Something IS
wrong with him. Young men have their troubles.
4 take no notice Of him, Of course. pay for nv
lemonade. and go away"
Strolling about IN the neighborhood of the band
the Count thinks he that young twice in
the crovd. He was alone. Once their eyes met.
1t must have been the same young man. but there
were many OF that type there that he could not
be certain.
Presently tired Of the feeling OF confinement one
experiences in crowd. the Count edged away from
the band. An alley, very somber by contrast, pre-
scented itself invitingl with its promise OF solitude
and GOODNESS He entered it. walking slowly on till
the sound Of the orchestra became distinctly dead
ened- Then he walked back and turned about
again. He did this several times before he noticed
that there was somebody of the benches.
The spot being midway between two lamp posts.
the light was faint
The man lolled back IN the corner OF the seat.
his legs stretched out. with his arms folded. and
his head dropping on his breast He never stirred
though he had fallen asleep there. but when the
Count passed by, he had changed his attitude He
sat leaning forward. His elbows propped on
his knees. and his hands rolling cigarette
He never looked up from that occupation
The Count continued his stroll away from the
band. He returned slowly, he said can imagine
him enjoying to the full, but with his usual tran
guilty. the balmness OF this southern night. and
the sounds Of music softened delightfully."- by the
distance
seat still leaning forward with his elbows ON his
knees. It a detected pose. In the semiob
security Of the alley his high shirt collar and his
cuffs made small patches of vivid whiteness. The
Count said that he just noticed him in a casual
way getting up brusquely as II to walk away. but
almost before he was aware of It. the man stood