The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-02-10
The manager brought forth a ,Udllet.


Il shan't desert you In a strait like
this" remarked Worth quietly. "Only
/ think La Signorina rather cruel to
force such u situation upon us when
1t was entirely unnecessary"
1T is agreed. them" continued La
Signorina. that tomorrow we depart
for Florence as the Principessa di
Monte Blanca and suitY
1t is in early morning that one should
discover the Piazza San Marco. Few
travellers. always excepting the leu
tonic pilgrims. are up and about. The
doves are hungry then. and they alight
on your hands, your arms, your shonl-
ders and even your hat. In a moment
they are 1utteving about you like an
autumn storm Of leaves, subsiding
quickly.
1t was such a picture Merrihew and
Hillard. his guide, came upon the
morning following their arrival. They
had not visited 1t during the night.
They had, with the usual Impotence
Of men, gone directly to the Campo
Santa Maria FOrmosa for the great re-
ward. TEhey had watched and waited
till neal midnight, but In vain.
Suddenly Hillard stopped. He gave
q sharp exclamation and darted to one
side to grasp the arm OF q neat little
woman who vas buying cor 1t was
Bettina. But the maid refused abso-
lutely to reveal the hiding place Of her
mistress, La Signorina, and Kitty.
Hillard offered her a hundred Ira
note $500.
B%ettina. strongly tempted, finally re-
fused the bride. She threatened to call
the carabinieri. moreover II Hillard
followed her.
Hillard rejoined Merrihew. dlscour-
aged.
AS they passed out Of the quadrangle
nj, with a weeks growth Of beard on
his face. his shoes vi at the toes.
Follow me-" he said softly.
He led them through %tortuous streets,
over canal after canal. toward the
Campo San Angelo. He came to a
stop before a dilapidated tenement.
The three mounted the dusty. worn
stairs of stone to the third landing.
Giovanni opened a door and babe
them enter.
Seated by the window which over
looked the little canal was a young
oma Her hands lay passively In
her lap, and her head was lowered.
you have found herr whispered
Hillard, a great pity swelling his
heart.
At the sound she turned her head
Her face. thin and waxen. was still
beautiful. ~ethereally beautiful. but
without color. She was perhaps three
and twenty.
81 have brought an old friend to see
you" said Giovanni.
She stood up.
1--WE are going back to the Sabine
hills. Enrichetta and l." The old man
rubbed his hands ~joyously. "Eh,
carissime?"
Yes, father" with a faint smile.
Giovanni pushed his friends into an
other room, closing the door.
Il found her." be said In English.
the chords ;n his throat standing out.
"And. mother Of Christ. how l have
suffered. She was dancing. She had
to sit at tables and drink with the
men-that or the Seine. When she
saw me she gave a great cry and fell.
She has not been like herself, but that
will pass away In time. Now she sits
In silence and broods. ] vent to the
italian ambassador. He heard my
story In full. He wrote personally to
the king. Today | am free. l have
had to walk from Milan almost. had
little money. That letter OF credit
SO you call it's with my cousin In
Sorrento"
"And the man?" Hillard could not
refrain from putting this question.
Giovanni looked down. The signor
HolH mo uovor m Snoak NJ that again"