The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-01-27

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A good stroke sent the gondold upthc canal.
is the wrong thing. Never mind. The
old woman here will trust us for some
weeks yet" She leaned from the win
dow and called, "Pomp-e-oe'
From the canal the gondolier an
swered.
"Now them" said the woman to the
girl.
Kitty threw a heavy shawl over her
head and shoulders, while the other
wound about her face the now famil-
lar dark gray veil, and the two went
down into the Campo to the landing.
Pompeo threw away his cigarette
and dotted his hat. He offered his ell
bow to steady the women as they
boarded, and once they were seated a
good stroke sent the gondola UP the
canal. Under bridges they passed.
They glided by little restaurants
where Venctians in olden days talked
liberty for themselves and death to the
Austrians, and at length they came
out upon the Grand canal where the
marble.
There, This is better"
at is always better when you are
with me-" said Kitty.
For years Kitty had fought her bat
ties alone, independent and
ful, and yet here she was leaning upon
the strong will Of this remarkable wo-
man, and gratefully too.
"Now, my dear Kitty, We'll just an
Joy ourselves tonight, and on our re-
turn | shall lay q plan before yOu, and
tomorrow you may submit 1t to the
men"
81 accept it at once without knowing
what it is"
what a beautiful palace!" Kitty
cried presently, pointing to a house
not far from the house of Petrarch.
The moon poured broadly upon it. The
gondola posts stood like sleeping senti-
nels, and tie tide murmured over the
steps.
Pompeo, seeing Kitty's gesture,
swung the gondola diagonally across
the canal.
"No, no, Pompeo." La Signorina
spoke in Italian. II have told you
never to go neal that house without
express orders. Straight ahead"
"Who lives thereI" asked Kitty.
Nobody" answered La Signorina,
though once it was the palace Of a
great warrior. How picturesque the
gondolas look, with their dancing dou-
bic Lights
THE old palace interests me more
than the gondolas," declared Kitty. But
La ~SignOrina was not to be trapped.
From the Grand canal they came out
into the great canal Of san Marco, the
beginning Of the lagoon.
La Signorina'- began Kitty.
There, | have warned you twice.
The third time | shall be angry"
"HiIda, then. But / an afraid when
yer l call you that. You do not belong
to my world"
"And what makes you think that;"
There was II smile behind the veil.
II do not know unless 1t Is that you
are at home everywhere, In the Campo,
in the hotels, In the theater or the pal
ace. Now, | am at home only In the
theater, in places which are unreal
and artificial. You are a great actress,
q great singer, and yet. as O'Mally
would say, you don't belong" Kitty
had forgotten what she had started out
to say.
La Signorina laughed. "Pouf. You
have been reading too many novels.
To the molo, Pompeo."
At the mOlo. the great quay OF Ven
ice. they disembarked. The whilom
prima donna dropped 50 centesimi into
Pompeo's palm. and he bowed to IL
very gunwale of the boat.
"GraZie, nObilita."
What does he sayy" asked Kitty.
"He says Thanks, nobility If
had given him a penny 1t would have
been thanks only. For a Ira he would
have added principessa-princess The
gondolier will give you any title you
desire II you are willing enough to pay
for It,"
The Piazza San Marco, or st. Mark,
Is the mecca OF those in search Of beau
ty. Here they may lay the sacred car
pets kneei and worship. There Is none
other to compare with this mighty
square. with Its enchanting splendor,
its haunting romance. its brilliant II
pathetic history.
There were several thousand people
In the square tonight, mostly travellers.
The band was playing selections from
Audran's whimsical la Mascotts.~