Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-06-01

admit that he wanted to dislike. Cam
den. but could not find any Justin
able reasons.
Two or three times he had essayed
to breach the subject 10 his school
teacher, to ascertain her opinion OF
the man. but something had always
interviewed. Camden had not made
the slightest attempt to fiirt with her.
and he had proved elsewhere that he
was not above such pastime. Up to
the present time his manner had been
irreproachable. William put aside
these thoughts abruptly. He wasn't
getting anywhere. And in day or
SO his path and Camden's would devil
ate indefinitely.
Have you ever seen the Bay OF Ma
Piles late in the summer. before the
snow-breathing winds come down
from the Apennines to clarity the air?
l know; doubtless you have sailed
over 1t in autumn and winter and
spring. but there is something for you
still to see. The whole lovely piano..
rama is like a mirage. If there Is
any poetry in your nature, this un-
forgettable picture is going to, bring
it out to you forthwith, for better or
for worse
Remember the pink stucco of the
terraced city, the superlative blue OF
the water the dazzling sunshine, the
grim. gray ash-heap men call Vesu-
vius. the pink villages dotting the
circular shore to the tip of the Sor-
rentine peninsula, the amethyst isles"
nothing seems real until you become
~rl Ill t.. H., ks,~r-
illusion until your foot touches it, the
sea until you dip your fingers into it.
William could not write poetry, not
even the popular song sort. but he
often thought in Homeric verse. All
in the forty odd minutes 1t takes to
enter the bay and glide into the haven
inside the breakwater he was in rota-
ton n Roman centurion, n gladiator
in Pompcii. Saracen gathering loot.
a galley salve (breaking his chains
and killing the brutal overseer), a
Christian martyr vanquishing the
lions, and a soldier of Garibaldi-all
fighters. every blessed one of them.
Mr.. Cook. mindful of his commits
sions. spread the little army among
the lesser f1rst-class hotels such as
were open at this time of the year.
AS usual in such arrangements there
was good deal of confusion and
friends were separated The two
Psychologists, Ruth and the two spin-s
sters who shared her cabin on board
the Ajax. and Camden were assigned
to the Bristol. while William. much
to his Indignation. found himself
domiciled al the Parker, farther down
the Corso Vittorio.
For the next four days William had
not time to devote to idle RETROSPECT
ton; Mr.. Cooks agents took care OF
that. They saw Vesuvius. Pompeii,
Sorrento, Amalfi, Capri and the Blue
Grotto, Naples (north, east, south and
west), and visited the baths at Baia.
William was tireless. interchangeable.
Many pilgrims fell by the wayside.
gasping, and some refused to go
farther: but not so William, who was
out to see everything, whether he
was going to enjoy it or not.
The army was divided into bril-
gades. The guide who had charge OF
Williams brigade cursed the day he
was born. He begged, cajoled. plead
ed; in vain; William was relentless.
MOI tne SHaileSl TOMB escaped MIN,
he absorbed information at every
pore: he fairly drank that guide un-
til he ratified like an empty canteen.
Then came Sunday, and William
rested half the day. He summed up
his four days tripping as follows:
Ten thousand ruins. ten thousand
marble statues, ten thousand pieces OF
bronze, ten thousand cabmen and
twice that number OF beggars.
In the afternoon he and Ruth set
out to visit Williams old friend. Tom
maso Malfi. They found him on a lit
tie farm at the foot of Vesuvius.
Tommaso was delighted. He called
to his wife frantically.' He yelled for
little Tony. The three of them exc
cu11d a tarantella about the embar-
raised William. Ruth saw that there
was something more than simple cor
dia1ity in this ELUSIVE welcome.
"Ah, mees, you dom know thees
Irisher. But for heem ] nave NO leetle
Tony. ST." -.
Jaw. forget 1T, Tommy" said Will
liam, blushing to his ears. There had
been no Interior purpose in his bring
ing Ruth to this little farmhouse sur
rounded by fields OF artichokes.
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