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


tb +rsr and hustle If bprrvng feet passed underneath
She saw the guard and two Of the guardlos VINO
had been board the train since they crossed tle
running past. voice came out of the oaIA
ness further down from of the carriages
haiIing them. 1t masculine voice. wi nat ID
wrong? What has happened to u.s.? 1t cried
The answer came back with a laugh from the
officials. Nothing, signOr nothing to matter Inc
signals stopped US They had signaled on from the
place we last ran through that carriage door was
open swinging 0 its hinges. That is all Good
slumber you again. signor, there is no accident
"Diavolo Good slumber" growled the voice. as
the head went in again and their footsteps
the darkness. There is fine chance of that, indeed
with your surprises tonight First obstruction on
the line, and a carriage door flying open! 1t is
truly time that government took the railways One
may have little peace then"
The window shut with slam that reached Honor's
standing at her own one Wondering greatly
she went back to her seat more, and it not
much sleep that her again. The events of the
last two hours had taken Of that
The gray morning crawling in at the window
bring with it a breath of ice-cod air. Shivering
little she and looked out tired and travel-worn
and miserable-with that inconsistencies and loneliness
that comes to with the dawning day. a long
long journey, far from all that is ones own They
tearing through a Iandscape-far across
it spread black lines tunneled with arched spaces
beneath With shock of interest and pleasure that
dspelled her fatigue and her travel Sickness Honor
knew them to be the ancient, hoary aqueducts that
stradded the Campagna- mighty their ruin,
She STOOD and gszed forgetping her Il fag liz and
hungeT-toTgettng the terIorS OF the night and the
that Rome near-EtOme, the city the nations,
the country of the .hrObbing heart Rome. upon her
seven hills, mother and mistress of the world.
caught her breath with a thrill, she watched the
pagna; It was well to live when one might sights
A rush a shrek of their whistle. and they were
running through outlying houses unfamiliar
strange. Now they came on conYerging iron rails,
aTrOwing common point; the walls a station
closed in upon them They stopped 1t Rome.
Was it not being shouted in notes her
infection?
She gathered together her and her parcels and
looked for porter, The that poured from
the train streamed OFF in direction. They bore
handbags and foreign hOdalls embroidered and
strapped Honor looked In vain for to help
to repeat itself, when she heard pleasant voice The
who had befTiended her at the Care de Lyons
standing below her door. He raised his hat with
smile. rs it porter again? he asked sympatheticaly
they make them this station. No, not at ali
I've only few things. can manage for myself
Here taccone, take the signOrinas bag hope you're
all right Is there to meet you? Tell the
spoke rapidly uently Italian. He put aside her
thanks with smile and nod. "Oh, it's all right. Us
bore for lady travelling alone who's new to the
show. Good morning"
lie had done ali that seemed to be in his power,
and she down the platform following her porter
with gratitude in her heart She had not reached
the barrier when a shout sounded behind her and she
people turning look. II did strike her to
the crowds ticket collector put his hand
her exit and she looked back in surprise The
kind unknown running after her In eager haste.
stop please dropped ring ] just happened
you out" thrust something into her hand and
passed In instant he was out or sight Con-
fused, she slipped the into her pocket grateful
still more that he had brought It back