The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-03-17

the policeman bit of the end. nodding
with approval at such foresight.
Didn't get peep ut her face?"
Not u single feature. The light was
behind her"
IAN how was she dressedT'
I'm fog. for all could see.'
ION the level now. didn't you know
who she wasp The policeman gave
billiard sly dig In the ribs with his
club
ION my word!'
'SOine swell mebbe."
Undoubtedly lady. That's why It
looks Odd-why 1t brought me into the
street She sang in classic Italian.
And. what's more. for the privilege Of
hearing that voice again | should not
mind sitting ON this cold curb till the
milkman comes around In the morn
Ing"
THAT wouldn't be fer long" laughed
the policeman. taking out his watch
and holding 1t close to the end of his
cigar. Twenty minutes after l. Well.
l must BE- gittin' back to me beat.
Been to ltalyy'
ri was born there patiently.
mo! Why. you're no dago!'
mot 40 much as an eyelash. The
stork happened to drop the basket
there. that's aIl."
"Ha. l see: Well. Ameriky is good
enough fer me an mine," complacent-
y.
II dare sayr'
IAN If this stogy continues to be-
have we'll say no more about the van
ishin' Teddy" The policeman strolled
of. his suspicious In nowise removed
He knew many rich young bachelors
like Hillard. II It wasn't chorus
lady 1t was prima donna. which was
not far from being the same thing.
Hillard regained his room and leaned
with his back to the radiator. He had
an idea. 1t was rather green and
salad. but as soon as his hands were
| warm he determined to put this idea
into immediate use. The voice had
stirred him deeply. stirred him with
the longing to hear it again. to learn
what extraordinary Impulse had loosed
the song.
Never the winter came with its
weary round of rain and fog and snow
that his heart and mind did not fy
over the tideless southern sea to the
land of his birth II not of his blood
Sorrento. that jewel of the sun batbed
cliffs!
With quick gesture Of both hands
Latin. always Iatin-he crossed the
, room to a small writing desk. turned
on the lights and sat down. After
several attempts be realized that the
letter he had In mind was not the SIM
plest to compose. There were dozen
. futile efforts before he produced any
thing like satisfaction. Then he filled
out a small check. A little later he
stole downstairs. around the corner to
the local branch of the postof1ice and
returned. 1t was only blind throw.
such as dicers sometimes make in the
dark. But chance loves her true game
ster. and to him she makes a faithful
servant
He picked up a novel. II should be
sorely tempted to call any other man
a silly ass. Leddy Lightfnger-it
would be a fine joke If my singer
turned out to be that irregular per
son."
He fell to reading. but soon yawned
He SHE'D the book into a corner. drew
off his boots and cast them into the
hall. A moment after his valet ap.
peared, gathered up the boots and
waited.
II want nothing. Giovanni l have
only been around to the postofhce."
II heard the door open and close
four times. signor."
1T was l. If this fog does not
change shall want my riding
breeches to morrow morning."
1T always rains here" Giovanni re.
marked.
mot always. There are pleasant
days in the spring and summer. 1t is
because this Is not Italy. The Hol.
lander wonders how any reasonable
being can dwell In country where
they do not drink gin. It's home. Clio
vanni Rain pelts you from a differ
ent angle here. There is nothing
more. You may CO. 1t is o'clock. and
you are dead for Sleep"
But Giovanni only bowed. He did
not stir.
1T is seven years now. signor."
$50 it is-seven this coming April"
| II am now an American citizen and
may return to my good Italia without
danger"
THAT depends. II you do not run
across any official who recognizes
you"
Giovanni spread his hands. "Oficia
memory seldom lasts SO long as sever
years. The signor has crossed fou
times in this period"
II would gladly have taken you eacl
time. as you know"
'Oh. yes! But in two or three years