The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-02-06


its broad torrent Of cleaning water in a vast round
basin with marble figures lying down about it Be
nina mem Iooned' dark and grim the mighty masonry
OF brown that had been the baths of great emperor
ages and ages gone by, that martyred Christians
had left their work before they were hurried to
the lions The Church Mary of the Angels smiled
out from the ruins. among which was buft-a con-
seeraton of the old of wickedness bloodshed
to the Prince of Peace.
Now they sped down a wide thoroughfare with
thTonging traffic, and passed bit of the
wall with its blocks that might laid by giants
the wall that girdled Rome world was young
and the name of England had never been heard of
They turned down under a great tunnel, lined with
shining white brick, where the with an echo
that was like low thunder Once they were in
streets, full width and all about
Honor was so new so vivid, alive with picturesque
and novel interests that forgot fatigue forgot
her two nights in the train and her midnight alarm with
the monks, in the keen surprise and pleasure.
1t was still early, yet Rome astr The people
all about, the shops open Honor eant from
the carriage TO the strange things in the shop win
dows-the shops themseIves-the piles
pyramids Of lovely flowers the flower stalls at the
corners. Now and then the gay dress an artists
model caught her glance looking like fancy costume
at masquerade, in its brilliant color. The
the streets gaudy yellow and green and blue
handkeTchiefS round their necks, and or gauze
tied their heads-they had neither nor bon
nets. The tiny children about with strings
ored beads about their throats and quaint hang
ing from them to keep the evil eye over all and
above all the blue vault of sky depth of
color so profound, so dark that it dazzed. The
lay hot and heavy, though it yet O'clock and
walked the sunny side of the street. Honor
grew learn the
They turned after corner, and still drove on
They in the heart the old old city-aged and
worn and venerable, when wOad-painted Britons were
gods in forests al! sides of her rose huge
fOrbidding piles Of heavy cTUmbing brick
ing in the Sits of street, where the upper win
oOws almost brushed each other, and the sunshine,
strong and resstless it struggled touch
pavements. Her godmother, she knew, had in
the old part Rome, fre~ented by foreigners
lOngpast youth, but long since deserted
healthier district about the Quirinal. Honor glad
she was to live down in these old old quarters,
their gloom and strangeness. Nothing she sure,
could be full OF piCtuTesqueneSS sights
caught in their quick transit Now girl with wonder
full black bound a saffron handkerchief
upper window down a basket bv
long string the letters the pOstman held
to her from the cObbled pavement Here vender
of brown chestnut paste pushed his barrow along, cali
ing his wares in a mellow voice, and children
with copper coins in their eager brown fists and
their slices of refreshment.
All at once the carriage stopped with a jerk, and
HonOr's attention brought back from the street
sights with a shock She realized all at that
be her journeys end, and thrill of something
like nervousness fell her. All the out from