Bluefield evening leader. [volume] (Bluefield, W. Va.) 1906-1911, 1910-05-25

way station ne mad ice
and read the paper in a
care Then he went back to the hotel dressed 70,
uhher' and dined with a good appetite After din
her ne fingered in the hall (there were chairs and
tables there) smoking his cigar; talked TO the nm
Tie daughter of the Primo Tenore OF La Scala tboa
.re' ana exchanged a few words with that "amiable
lady the wife OK the Primo Tenore There was nc
performance that evening and these pcople wor.
gong TO the Villa also. They went out OF the hotel
Very well. ~
But at the moment OF following their examine
1t was half past nine aready-he remen.berod no
nad a rather large sum OF money in his pocketbook
He entered, therefore. the Office and denositod tIo
greater part Of 1t with the bookeeper Of the hotel
mis- done he took caravela and drove 10 the
sejShore' He Iot out or the cab and entered the
VIVA on foot from ne Largo di Vittorio end
, Ile Stared at me very hard. And l understood
Ihen now really Ewpressloaable he was Every
shaIl 1act ana event OF that evening stood ont I'm
MS memory as If endowed with n mystic signi0-
canoe. If he did moC mention TO me the color y,
the pony which drew the caraveIla and tho as
pect or the man who drove. it was mere oversight
arising from his agitation which he reprossed man.
fully " mar
He had then entered the Villa Nazionale from the
Largo d. Nittoria end. The villa Nazlonale is a
pubic pleasure ground laid in grass rlats
bushes, and flower beds, between the houses OF the
Riviera di Chaja and the waters Of the bav Alleys
Of trees, or less parallel stretch iie whole
length-which is considerable. On the Riviera dI
Chiaja side the electric cars run close 10 tho
ratings. Between the garden and the sea is tho
fashionable drive, broad road bordered by n low,
wall beYond which the Mediterranean splashes
with gentle murmurs when the weather is fine
AS life goes on late in the night at Naples the
broad drive ali astir with brilliant multitude
OF carriage lamps moving IN pairs, some crceprr o
slowly, others running rapidly under the rather
thin, motioness line Of electric lamps defining tho
shore And a brilliant multitude Of e'ars hung
above the land. hui mining with voices piled up WIFI
houses, all astr With lights and the silent. fat
hadows OF the sea-
The gardens themselves are not vorv ,,on u,
our friend progressed in the warm gloom with
his eyes fixed upon n distant and luminous region
extending nearly across the whole width % mo
IT,.
cold, blui n bit dazzling light. This magic epot
nehihd the black trunks OF trees and masses 81
lnky foliage breathcd ont sweet sounds bursts ~
D.d8sy roar with sudden clashes OF metal and
grave, vibrating thuds. 'T
AS he walled on. all these no'scs combined TO.
Fether into piece Of elaborate music v,hos, ~.
monious phrases came persuasivcly through =,
Great disorderly murmur of voices and sbnfAino
OF feet on the gravel Of that open space An enor,
nous crowd immersed in tho electric Ii2bt &C r. In
a bath Of some radiant and tenuous nuid shed mon
Ih'lr heads by luminous globes. drlf.cd In It's hun.
o[eda round The band. Hundreds more sat on
S'3IIS, IN more or less doncentric circles rccciy.
lnS without finching The great waves Of sonoritv
tnat tcoed ont into the darkness The Count meme.
tra,ed tho thrOng, drlitcd with Il I'm tranouu on.
Joyment listening and looking M the faces
Withdrawing from the throng tho Count shared
little table in front OF the cafe building vvrb n
young man Of South Italian tyne. Our friend had
some lemonade The Young was sitting mood.
iy before an empty glass. Tic looked M, oroo md
then Looked down again. re also tilted HIS hat for.
ward. Like this The Count made tho o,e
ture OF a man pulling his hat down over his bro7,
and went on. ''
II think to myself; he &c sad somc,slrg &.
wrong with him. Young men have their troubles
lemonade. and 20 away"
-, s'Tollins about in The neirhborbood o. The band
ue count thinks he that Young man twice I'm
the crowd Ha was alone Once their evee mo.
et must have been the same Young man Ii. fhara
we're 30 r1any Of that type there tba. he could not
Presently tired Of the feeling Of confinement o7e
En'ilenGes IN crowd, tho Count edged away from