New-York tribune., 1911-03-26

him the first time, anyhow. Where are We
driving"
"To Mcnaggio and then up the Porlezza
road. first saw Como from there more
wears ago than | want TO count.
THEY reached the desired turn Of the oft
bending road at an hour when the view.
which every tourist knows and legion OF
artists have Skctchcd. was at its lovclicst.
Bcllaggio. Varcnna, the white Villages OF the
foothills, VINEYARDS. forests rugged crags.
lake. mountain, sky, all melted into one an
other in haze of ineffable delicacy sutfuScd
with golden light from the lower west. Then,
as the sun dipped below the hills, the scene
took on its supreme, pri>matic witchcry.
Pearl, opal. emerald, turquoise. sap
phirc-how many more; SAID Ann. break
ing the silence You must rob Jewel
caSket to match those colors.
"Or a garden, said her aunt Lilac. lav-
cndcr, wiStaria. violct-ycs, and rose, she
added, as a sudden pink flushed the higher
SUBMITS To east and north.
A s they turned away at last and Signaled
y their driver they became spectators OF
fantastic accident. Round the curve OF the
road descended IN ancient odryoc2d OF such
fr;il appearance drawn by such mummy
OF 4 horse and piloied by such a ragamuffln
Of a youth, that the wonder WAS the trio had
ever gained this lofty cmincnce in one an
other company. Outraged probability now
took lis revenge. y too sharp negotiation
of the bend gave the crazy alliance It's death
blow \ rear wheel abruptly collapsed and
showcrcd It's spokcs into the highway, where
upon the sagging vehicle threw such IN un-
l. tho cIpffc .tc
stripped the parody OF a harness from the
burlcsquc Of horse and then, with an un-
dulation that was almost a curtSy. reduced
its remaining wheels To ruin and nestled
quietly in the dust. The animal being OF
mature age. betrayed no excitement and
stood mojioncSs in its place. The driver.
finding himself still in possession of his seat
and cigarette. held to both with phlloSophlc
calm and emitted It lciSurcd cloud of smoke.
Indeed. the one Earring note in scene other
wl,c expressive Of perfect resignation 10 the
blow Of Fate WAS an eruption OF violent and
obviously profanc Italian from the unseen
passenger.
The onlookcr~ burst into pcalS OF laughter
Bat tome one may be hurt" said Mrs
Blair, checking herself.
"Sonc one is 1T least conscious. answered
Ann.
Their laughter had only stimulated the
outflow; but the sound OF their voices
damned the flood at once and Il head crancd
round the drivers seat 10 rcconnoitcr. Be
Meath panama hat were disclosed pair OF
piercing black eyes oycrhung by iuftcd eve
brows. IN aquillnc bcak OF Il nose, and mus
tachc with the spread and poSc Of white
bird. Then hand. with a gallant gesture
swept away the panama and bald head WAS
added to the now complete portrait OF a cclc-
brdicd man
Baron Sacclrcllo!" exclaimed the audi
onOc IN chorus.
With unimpaircd dignity the great man
stepped from the wreck and bowed over
their bands. 1T WAS the Germans" ne cX-
pltincl with recovered good humor. tclc-
grlphcl to Mcnagglo for carriage, and
this is what received. They could send no
other. An invasion Of personally conducted
Bcrlincrs had snapped up everything. It's
the old story. From the days OF the Caesars
the Tcutonic hordcs have poured over the
passes into poor Italy.
Mrs. Blair rendered seat IN her own car
riagc which he promptly accepted. The
phlosophic driver issued from his calm. dis
played IN aptitude for finance. WAS paciiici.
and shifted the luggage.
"li YOU will drop me near the pier in