The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-09

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Really" she exclaimed. well,
I don't know about that, but they
say the water is simply poisonous,
and you have to drink out of the
river. But there are all sorts OF
darling little shops. And, of course,
every n knows what Florentine
ieWelry is! And embroidery! And
all those stunning leather things
with the gorgeous tooling. 80"
"Oh, quite. Quite"
The poetic traveller fixed his eyes
on Nuovo castle, and his manner
5aid, as plainly as words, MY word!
Another American tourist"
That afternoon Molly visited
Pompeii, an6 loitered UP and down
its ancient streets. She wandered
through the ruins of houses 1000
years old, and picked flowers in
a garden where roses bloomed the
day Vesuvius wiped all life away,
And she saw there, lying on their
faces, the bodies of Romans and a
Negro slave, preserved, through the
centuries, by the lava that fell for
days and nights on old PompeI1.
There was the petrihed body of a
little dog, too. He looked like a
fox terrier. The excavators found
him in the doorway of a school
house, waiting, perhaps, for a little
Roman boy who persisted when the
volcano erupted so long, long ago.
THE next day she went on an
4 excursion steamer to the Island
of Capri, where the Roman Emperor
Timerius lived, and sacrificed his
favorite to the sun-an Egyptian
boy named Hypatos, who was
slaughtered on an altar within q
dreadful cave.
At Capri every n goes ina row.
boat to visit the Blue Grotto. Molly
felt as though she were in a fairy
tale when she saw it. Daylight and
the upper world had disappeared.
And she was in the hollow earth, in
the midst of q twilight of blue fire.
The walls were of a ghostly and
mysterious blue, like the palaces of
fairies. The waves cast up sparkling
drops that cleaned like thousands
of jewels.
And the old boatman, bending
across his oars, whispered that the
waters were full of sirens, with arms
like lilies, laughing and diving in
the waves, and rising aga n. But
they could be seen only by little
children, and men and women born
on Sunday.
Molly loved Naples, and stayed
there a fortnight. buying coral and
gloves, and eating blue Holsters.
BY that time she decided there
must be a letter from Jack waiting
in Rome. so she left Naples early
one morning and arrived in Rome
for luncheon. But there vas no
letter there from him, and, though
she loitered Tor weeks, none arrived.
She thought of sending a cable.
but decided forthwith against it, re-
minding herself that it is never good
policy for a girl to seem too eager.
Then she reflected dismally that, in
the beginning of a love affair, man
is the seeker. But, at the end, it's
always the woman.
1T isn't fair!" she fumed. Be
cause when the mar is pursuing, it
is delicious pursuit. But. when the
tables are turned, and the woman
pursues, it is humiliating and sor-
rowful."
There were plenty of men in Italy
TO pay court to her. Their manners
were beautiful, and they contrived
to arrange presentations in ire
proachable fashion. There was one
"a duke-who secured an introduce
ton through the embassy.
Molly was rather thrilled. The
duke wore a beautiful blue uniform.
with a lot of gold braid, and a
daShing hat. He had a perfect Ro-
man nose, and searching. passion
ate eyes. His English was delight
FIJI. and he danced and made love
like a man who has nothing else
to do.
But one night. after they had
danced at the ambassadors, the duke.
whose first name was Lorenzo. sug-
gested they see the Colosseum in
the moonlight. And there, under
the moon that shone on ancient
Rome. Lorenzo sought to take Molly
in his arms.
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A LII things considered. Molly de-
IA cided to go to Venice. Every
body told her to be sure to arrive
by moonlight. And the duke. de-
rIaripr that Venice could nnt he