Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-10-20
Copyright. 1908. by the Bobbs.
Merrill Co.

tesimI go cents per hour, with 80
centisimi 40 cents as a pourboire
(tip). Crack, crack! Down the hill
they went. as if a thousand devils
were after them.
"By George" gasped Merrihew,
clutching his seat, "the fool will break
our necks!"
Tomass grinned and cracked his
whip. He did not understand tho
word slowly in his own tongue or in
any other, ut least not till he reached
the shops. A dozen times on the Via
Roma Merrihew yelled that they
would lose a wheel. But Tomass
knew the game.
Merrihew had never seen such
shops. Coral, coral wherever the eye
roamed-where did they get it all,
and to whom did they sell it? Neck
laces, tiaras. rings, brooches, carved and
uncarved-were there women enough
in the world to buy these things?
eff l had Il wife, he began.
"Well?"
"I'd feel devilish sorry for her hus-
band at this moment"
But isn't the color create" said Hill
lard. 1t was good to be in Naples
again.
Il never saw so many kids" Merri-
hew finally observed. 80 many dirty
Ones" he added. "Herod would have
had his work cut out for him here.
Now where can we get some newspa-
pers? 1 must know where she is"
At the bookshop in the piazza they
found the Rome and Florence papers.
Hillard went through them thorough
ly, but nowhere did he see anything
relative to the doings Of the American
Comic Opera company.
"Not a line, DAN"
But there must be something in
the Florence paper. They should be
playing there yet"
Nothing. These papers are two
weeks old"
Merrihew stared blankly at the
sheet. II should like to know what it
means"
1--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.
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.
Clocks as if your Kitty were the
needle in the ~haystack."
"Cut it!!' savagely. Pictures and
churches and museums were all we'll
enough. but Merrihew wanted Kitty
Kiliigrew 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 We're ev-
erywhere. Occasionally a stray prin-
cess or countess flashed by inert and
listless against the cushions and inva-
riably overdressed. And when men ac-
coInpanied 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 were nearly Il 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 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 it, happily or unhap-
PLY, saw Lytton's story unfold in all
its romantic splendor.
They fingered at Amalfi 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 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 plccola and the tideless
sea, "a sheer $50 feet below. Every
body welcomed the Signor Hillard.
The hotel was his and everything and