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ASABRI BY GOUVERNEUR MORRIS
Illustration From a Pose From Life by Pauline Frederick,
Star of "Joseph cid His Brethren," and by Earle
Williams and Wm. Shea of the Vitagraph Co
Copyrighted by Charles Scribner's Sons.
Asabri, head of the great banking
house of Asabri Brothers in Rome,
had been a great sportsman in his
youth. But by middle-age he had
grown a little tired, you may say; so
he looked now with favor upon auto
mobiles, motor-boats and saddle
horses. Almost every afternoon he rode
alone in the Campagna, covering
great distances on his stanch Irish
mare, Biddy. She was the handsom
est horse in Rome; her master the
handsomest man. He looked like
some old Roman consul going out to
govern and civilize.
One day as he rode out of Rome
he saw that fog was gathering; and
he resolved, for there was an inex
haustible w.ell of boyishness within
him, to get lost in it. He had no en
gagement for that night; his family
had already left Rome for their villa
on Lake Como. Nobody would worry
about him except Luigi, his valet.
"Biddy," he said after a time, in
English, "this is no common Roman
mist; it'sa-genuine fog that has been
sucked up from the salt sea. You
can smell salt and fish. We shall be
lost, possibly for a long time. There
will be no hot mash for you tonight.
You will eat what goats eat and be
He had not counted on two things.
At dinner time he was hungry; at
supper time he was ravenous. And
he no longer thought of losing him
self on purpose, but made all the ef
forts in his power to get back to
There was a glimmering point of
light off to the left, and he urged
J5iddy toward it. He saw. presently
that it was a fire built against n-
ed and. unfamiliar tomb.
The fire was cooking something in
a kettle. There was a smell of garlic.
Three young men sat cross-legged,
watching the fire and the kettle.
Against the tomb leaned three guns,
very old and dangerous.
"Brigands!" smiled Asabri, and he
"Ho there! Wake up! I am a
squadron of police attacking you
from the rear."
He rodejinarmed into their midst
and slid unconcernedly from his sad
dle to the ground.
"Put up your weapons, brothers,"
he said; "I was only joking. It seems
that I am in danger, not you."
The young men, upon whom "brig
and" was written in no uncertain
signs, were very much embarassed.
"May I sit with you?" Asabri ask
He sat in silence for a moment;
and the three young men "examined
with great respect the man's splendid
round head, and his face of a Roman
"Whose tomb is this?" he asked
"It is ours," said the one who had
first smiled. "It used to hallow the
remains of Attulius Clmbei1."
"Oho!" said Asabri. "Attulius Cim
ber, a direct ancestor. of my friend
and associate Sullandenti. And tell
me how far is it to Rome?"
"A long way. You could not find
the half of it tonight"
"Brothers," said Asabri, "has busi
ness been good? I ask for a reason."
"The reason, sir?"
"Why," said he, "I thought, if J