The Bozeman courier., 1927-11-18

lips curved to a smile that Knocked the
pain in her heart, nodded. Vaguely she
understood. If they'd been ct home they
would have tramped out over the low
hills.
She said, a bit unsteadily, "But in
Venice it isn't the thing to do, Alec. No
one walks. BY day it's too hot. AT
night it's dark and bit terrifying. Lit
tie dark courts-black, humpbacked
/ bridges"
Julia. When in Rome"
But she put out protesting hand as
! he moved toward gondola. ST lived in
Rome, Alec, and didn't do as the Ro-
mans. I'd like to walk, too. Wen prob
ably find nice roundabout way to the
Piazza"
1.-THE PiazzaI Florian'sI Can't we ever
get away from them?"
Julia shrugged. You're rebellious to-
night. There isn't nicer place in Ven
ice than Florian's. It's gay and light
and safe" She caught her breath.
Alec laughed. Their steps quickened,
echoed against the pavements. Water
from a narrow dark canal Tapped at their
feet. A gondolier's cry rang out omin-
ously. In the murky flare Of an old
street lamp, Julia saw the white set look
about Alec Farraday's mouth that belied
the laugh in his voice.
him.
He slowed down and smiled dismally
Human beings are queer" he said. 81
thought had no sentiment in my soul
! and I'm actually low, down and out al
! the idea of this being my last night here
Heaven knows when I'll see you again
Julia!"
She tried for a gay, disarming answer
> and couldn't summon it. She thought
] of the gloomy old Pension Camarini. I'VE
: never know" she said lightly.
3 'T believe this place has gotten on YOU
! nerves, too," he said.
cit belongs too much to the past, Alec
! We might be back in the middle ages.
9 She turned her head to indicate the blacl
I wall with it's one haring window O
: light.
4 A dark figure came out Of doorway
crossed their path. Julia caught at Alec
i armand as quickly drew away.
: Little goose he said gently, 'you ar
= afraid. Weu go back to the Piazza
\ You're right. F1orian's is the safe place
: Lights and laughter and music. That
6 what we want to remember on our las
evening, isn't it?"
g Certainly Venice is no place to wan
: der about in at night" she said. 1T
e too intricate. I don't believe we're goin
y back the way we came, at all"
!, They stopped short under anothe
Il murky lamp and looked about. Certatnl
k that wasn't the bridge they had JUS
e crossed. The buildings about were blac
Il and solemn, their window eyes tightl
e shut. They went on, the warm, breath
/, less quiet Of the city of silences wrap
Is ping about them. Julia's voice sounde
,e thin, strange. 1.-THE dome Of that church
s. Alec-I recognize it. But it's on th
y Grand Canal. We've walked further tha
70 we thought"
"The thing is to reach it through thi
Vt tumble Of buildingsl" he said.
le She pointed to an opening In th
se arched wall ahead Of them. There's
r gate. It's probably into a private cour
rs but believe If we cut through"
ic They peered into the opening.
Id There's a well, or something-and
Sc statue" said Alec.
v. Julia gave a little gasp Of sJrpris
TX .1t's lovely" she breathed. Medieval"
D., Some pale colored flowers hung III
r ghosts against a black stretch Of wall
the statue Of the little girl in the fouI
,u tain shone dinly and pearly in an III
It, certain shaft Of light from dingy lar
y" tern at the far gate. 1t was perhaps Il
1t little white figure Of the child that mac