New-York tribune., 1921-05-15

head dropping. Little streams Of blood t,;..,
down his sides and spattered In the dus. NJ IS
swung his arms, took a deep breath .na sx
out his hand to Gonelli's imported ros4.s alea
give me the sword he painted. sTh;s !.
my BULL" mus
30 1T was A few thousand Magellan -.
breros spun skyward at the death Dl''
turned, raised his hand and grinned. Tb.a
mounted Miss Diego's horse, galloned { ! =
gate and down the narrow Via Nsv;..a,
toward the heart of the city soneth;n,, a's .sss
him that it was best not to wast a.. ~, ..'u
Diego's smile. He rode straight 10 q. a's' -
suiate. s0h'
When the consul came he threw his ha.
in the air and danced a few ecstatc seas s
Glory be TO Godv' he whispered az -
shouted myself hoarse. / have cheered IN.
maniac. Why, boy, that crowd was eat;ns ~
of your handl The name Signor png -
like wildfire around the Arena Go]doni ~.
afternoon Gonelli's followers think that -
are possessed of the devil. You are in dane
Of becoming popular. So popular. in fss.
that advise your coming into the houss
Goneiii's Jealous hero worshippers might ~
a shot or two from the roof"
They were still sitting in the dark al.
watching the half-open door, when the sonrs
Of shooting in the streets became dist;ro,,,
audible There was a sharp rattle. Iik.
stick being drawn along picket fence. Tb.n
a deep, somber boom, rather far away sof
lowed by chorus of shouts and inssn.
screams in the direction of the Piazza Ind ]
pendenza.
The firing began again, and looking ac,o,,
the city toward the harbor, they could sao
red smudge and the slow putting uu of ls,,s
clouds of black smoke Gonelli had SET fire. i
the Fairchild Company's docks, and WITH
promises of plunder had led his army Of mai
contents to the waterfront. There was despl
tory firing along the Esplanade; then a a.
termined attack on the railway stores. H anv
one was anxious to get rid Of the young
American engineer who had come to Magells
to straighten out the matter of the Mariss
mines, his capture was forgotten in the excite.
ment of looting waterfront houses, terrifying
innocent people who had had no time to rpn
to shelter, and setting fire to anything tha.
would blaze under the Nationalist torches
Pug and the American Consul left the con
sulate just before dawn and went on foot
walking very slowly without any outward
show of nervousness, the entire length of the
Via Nazionale without encountering soul
Every gate was locked, every window shut
tered. Yet Pug and the Consul knew that be-
hind every window there were people who
crouched, listening, terrified, waiting for that
tide of cruelty and violence to beat against
the very walls that sheltered them.
They left the outskirts of the city, passing
the vast, semicircular shadow of the Arena
Goldoni, and entered the suburbs, where thew
had to climb steep path which led up between
villa walls to Bianchis house. Pug saw
little old man, very martial, very fiery, shs8sn
with boundless rage at Gonelli's outburst. He
had seen the burning stores and had heard
rife shots.
1t [ could have done something!" he walled
fixing Pug and the Consul with his bright, in.
tense, and very naive eyes. ~ tell you,
would have killed Gonelli if I had known
where to find him! What was Diego doing?
Where are his police? Where, ask you?"
Suddenly he grew calm, shrugged his shoul.
ders, and smiled. "You are here, at any rate
I'm glad to see you both. Come into the house
nave some coffee Tor you, and cigarettes. As
soon as you are rested, we can start for Colum.,
bia. There is no doubt whatever that Gonei
will attack the Americans there. Nome di
Dio! What barbaric country! 1 love every
stick and stone of it, but there are times when
could cry at the stupidity of the people. They
are either brigands or saints-no one is sane.
| am too old to enjoy picturesque madness
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