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THE ARIZONA REPUBLICAN, MONDAY MORNING, MAY 24, 1909.
8 Entire New Bill Big Acts-3-Big Acts " , - ; O f r -1r J . . . Bellfonts Christe Dene Bell Baron in High-Class Tumbling in the Lossrclla Dance in Advanced Vaudeville Now In the New Western Vaudeville Circuit Bill Changed Weekly THE LURE OF THE MASK By HAROLD M'GRATH (Continued What's tho-proposition?" Merrihew drained the bottie. "This: I'll agree to take not a penny more than twenty-five hundred my self. We'll go on equal terms. Why," confidently, "besides living like a prince you'll have four hundred to throw away at roulette. Boy, you have never seen Italy; therefore you do not know what beauty is. When we eventually land at Bellaggio, on Lake Corao, and I take your lily white hand in mine and lead you up to the ter race of Villa Serbelloni, and order tea, then you will realize that you have only begun to live. Gardens, towering Alps, the green Lecco on one side and the green Como on the other; the Swiss champagne at a dollar-forty the quart! Eh?" Merrihew produced his black cigar. This matter needed some deep re flection, and could not be determined off hand. The ash turned white on the end of the cigar before he re plied. - "If you weren't Irish, you'd just naturally be Dago," he said with a laugh. "But It isn't fai'r to shoot me up this way, with flowery speeches," "And then, besides all these things," Hillard added, "there's Kitty Killi prew, singing her heart out to peo ple who can't understand a word she is singing. Kitty Killigrev."!" "Can it be done fur twenty-five hundred ?" "He's melting!" murmured Hillard Jubilantly. "He's melting!" "For a small amount I'd punch your head!" Merrihew chewed his cigar with subdued fierceness. He knew very well that he was destined to' go to Europe. Kitty Killigrew, who had promised to mail the route they were to play and hadn't! "It is written, Dan. that you shall go with me. Think of running into the theater and seeing Kitty! I be gin to like the music of that name." C ll i"H ir nils CLlUIII,-Ill here and now." Merrihew drew out a coin. "Call it!" he cried recklessly. "Heads!" The coin flickered in the light, fell, and proved that all money is perverse by rowing under the davenport upon which they were sitting. An amusing hunt followed. They ran their hands over the floor, turned the rug. pulled out the davenport and looked behind, burnt innumerable matches, and final ly rang for the attendant. The situa tion was explained and he procured a candle. He was ultimately successful. "Here it is, sir." "Don't touch it'!' warned Hillard. "What is it, head or tail?" a.sked Merrihew weakly. "Heads, sir," said the attendant, picking up the coin and offering it to the owner. "Keep It," said Merrihew generously, even sadly. He never got up a game of chance that he did not get the worst of it. And now, Italy! AH that way from home! "Boy, bring up a bottle of '96." "Dan!" "You be still," said Merrihew sav agely. "You've roped me In nicely, and I'm game to go; but I'll have that bottle if I have to drink it all alon-!." But he did not drink it all atone. Hillard was too wise to permit that. Merrihew might wish to add a few hundred to his letter of credit, via the' card-room. "And the Lady in the Mask?" asked Merrihew, as they at length stood up, preparatory to going down stairs. "I must relegate her to the fog she came out of. But it would be a frightful thing if if " He hesitated to form the words. But Merrihew had no such scruple. "If the silver and plate were missing when the Sandford's return?" "Oh, bosh! It's all some Joke, and I'm the butt of it. She was in that house by the same authority she rode the horse." C. 528 S. Spring Street, Copyright 1908 The Bobba-Merrlll Co. from yesterday.) "A woman of that sort would have no difficulty in hoodwinking the stableman,'" declared Merrihew. cer tain that he had solved the riddle. "jfnd so you add forgery? Not a shred of my romance left!" Hillard spoke Jestingly, but like a man who covers up a sudden twinge of pain. "We'll know all about it in the fall. And ten to one my theory will be the correct one." "That's better. I have some hope now. You never won a bet in vour life." I"I know it: but this may be the one time. By the way, received a postal from Kitty this morning. From Gibraltar. Fine trip. Visited the gun- Rituri ura auu me aimijue lurim-ure shops. Says no sign of the prima donna as yet, but believes her to be on board. O'Mally's on the water wagon. But Kitty aggravates me." "What has she done now refused you by Marconigraph?" "Xo; but she promised me her ad dress." "Address her care Cook's, Florence, Rome, Venice. It's the popular mail box of Europe; and if she has given them the address, they will forward." "That helps considerably. I'm glad there's one Cook which can be relied on." "In the morning I'll arrange for passage. We'll try the Celtic." I'll leave the business end of the trip to you." "The first Sunday in March, then, if we' can' get booking. That w ill be in less than two weeks." "I'm game. Shall I pack up my riding-breeches?" "Prepare for everything except au tomobiles." "Bah! I wouldn't take one as a gift." "You couldn't afford to, if what I hear about them is true. Though you might be able to sell the gift and wipe out that thousand." "Hang the thousand! I had almost forgotten it again." In th- lobby of the club, as they brief tableau, in which each took the Hillard ran into one of several gen tlemen issuing. "Pardon me," he said, stepping aside. "Xon importa!" said the stranger, with a graceful wave of the hands. Hillard looked quickly into the gi n tleman's face. "I am clumsy," he said in Italian. Then the other stared at him and smiled. For a moment there was a of the eyes. The man was an exceed other's measure and noted the color of the eyes. The men was an exceed ingly handsome Italian, for all that, a scar ran from his cheek to his chin. It was all over in a moment; and Hil lard and Merrihew proceeded to the street. "Handsome duffer," was Merrihew's comment. "But you never can tell a man by his looks. Gaze on me, for instance. I'm a good example of handsome is as handsome does." He was growing merry. "Go home!" Hillard slappec1 him jovially on the shoulder. "Home? Ah, yes! But shall . I have a home to go to when I get back? You have roped me in nicely. My poor little twenty-five hundred! But Swiss champagne at a dollar forty the quart! . Well, every cloud has Its lining. Say, Jack, how much brighter the world looks after a mag ing. num! And a funny story's twice as funny. Good night. As for the Lady in the Fog, take the caHh and let the credit go. That's my motto." As Hillard never received any answer to his personal he discontin ued it. Truly, she had returned to the fog out of which she had come. But it was no less difficult for him to take up the daily affairs again: everything was so terribly prosaic now; the zest was gone from work Atttteinioini Typewritten Buyers During my absence from my territory, I beg to advise pros pective typewriter purchasers that I have left, a. stock of SMITH . H. Los Angeles, Cnl. and play. Italy was the last resort; and the business of giving Merrihew a personally conducted tour would occupy his mind. Always he was asking: Who was she? What mys i tery veiled her? Whither had she ' gone? We never can conjure up a complete likeness. Sometimes it is the eyes, again the mouth and chin, or the turn of the throat; there is never any ensemble of features and adornments. And as for Hillard, he really had nothing definite to recall, unless it was the striking color of her hair or the mellow smoothness of her voice. 'And could he really re member these? He often wished that she had sung under any window but his. Giovanni was delighted when he heard the news. He would go ,too, and act as valet to the signore and his friend till they put out for Rome. Then, of course, he would be obliged to leave them. Occasionally Hillard would reason with him regarding his deadly projects. But when a Latin declares that he has seen through blood, persuasions, arguments, en treaties, threats do not prevail. He comforted himself with the opinion, however, that Giovanni's hunt would come to no successful end. "You will surely fall into the hands of the police." "What God wills comes true. But by this time they will have forgotten me." "But you have not forgotten." "Padre mio, that is different One obeys the civil law from habit. Be tween me and the carabinierl there is nothing personal. Thus it is easy for them to forget. Still, I shall not announce my approach, that I am Giovanni l'Aguello, returned for ar rest. I shall take good care to keep out of their way." "The eagle; that is a good name for you." "And once I was as tame as a dove." "But your man might be dead." "He is not dead. If he were, some thing would tell me." "it Is a bad business and I wish you no luck." Giovanni smiled easily. Wishes sel dom interfere with any one. "I will double your wages," said Hillard, "if you will go where I go and return with me when I come back to America." A deprecating movement. "Money? It is nothing. I am rich, after my kind." "Are you still in the church?" "I confess regularly once a week. Oh, I am a khh Catholic." "Take yourself off. I am displeased with you." The few days before sailing found .Merrihew in a flutter of intense ex citement. He carried Ms letter of credit about in order to convince himself during the lay that he was really and truly going to Italy. He foreswore the bottle and the illumin ed royalty of the card deck, and spent his evenings "studying up" the lay of tmS land. To be sure, there was one grand dinner the night before they sailed. Suppose, Merrihew advanced, for the sake of argument, suppose the ship went down or he never came back, or he was ill all the way over? There would, be one good din ner to remember, anyhow. It was a drizzling, foggy morning when they drove down to the boat. There are seldom bright sailing days in the fore part of March. But the atmospheric effects made no impres sion on the volatile Merrihew. It was all very interesting to him. And he had an eye for all things, from the baskets of fruit and flowers, mes sengers with late orders from stores, repeated farewells, to the squalling babies in the steerage. Even in the impudent shrieking tugboats he found a measure of delight; and the blur on the water was inviting. At four o'clock they were on the high seas, heading for the Azores. Hillard was dreaming and Merrihew was studiously employed over a book let on How to Speak Italian In One Day. There was a moderate sea on. By and by Giovanni, who had spent most of the time arranging the lug gage In the adjoining staterooms, came up on deck. He had two pack ets of letters and telegrams. One he gave to Merrihew and the other to his master. S. GRISWOkD, S?e Bicycle Dealer 25 East Adams Street, Opposite Adams Hotel Machines Sold, Rented and Exchanged "I forgot to give the,- signore his mail . . ut . breakfast. ?The -boat mail has just been distributed." Jle then went forward. - Merrihew was greatly pleased with his packet. There were humorous letters and cheery telegrams, con taining all sorts of advice in case j)t seasickness, how to slip cigars through the customs, where to get the best postcards, and also the worst. . Hillard found among his a bulky envelope postmarked Naples. ; After he opened it he lay back in his chair and contemplated the ruffled horizon. Naples! He sat up. It had been addressed to the house and the address typewritten. "Dan?" "What is It?" "Look at this!" "Good Lord!" Dan gasied, his feet coming down to the deck. For Hillard was holding up for his Inspection a crumpled black silk mask. CHAPTER VIII. What Merrihew Found. - The great ship had passed the Isle of Ischia, and now the Bay of Naples unfolded ull its variant beau ties. Hillard had seen them: many times before, yet' they are a joy eternal, a changing joy of which neither the eye nor the mind evfr grows weary. Both he and Merri hew were foremost in the press against the forward rail. To the lat ter's impressionable mind It was like a dream. In fancy he could see the Roman galleys, the fighting triremes, the canopied pleasure-craft. Just as they were two thousand years ago. Yonder, the temples and baths of Nero of the Golden House; thither, the palaces of the grim Tiberius; be yond, Pompeii, with Glaucus, lone and Nydia, the blind girl. The dream picture faded and the reality was no less fascinating: the white sails of the fishermen winging across the sapphire waters, leaving ribboned IMithways behind that crossed and re crossed like a chart of the stars; proud with pleasure-yachts, great ves sels from all ports In the world; and an occasional battleship, drab and stealthy. And the hundred pink anil white villages, the jade amethyst of the near and far islands, the smiling terraces above the city, the ruined temples,' the grim giant ash-hcap of Vesuvius! "That is it," said Merrihew, whose flights of rhetoric were most simpli fied. "Vedl Napoli e poi mori!" replied Hillard. "Hold on," exclaimed Merrihew. Pass it out slowly. What's that mean?" "See Naples and die," "I prefer to see it and live. But I am kind of disappointed in Ve suvius. It's not the terrible old Moloch of my geographies that gob bled up cities and people. And no body seems to be afraid of it," with a gesture toward the villages nestling with the utmost confidence at the circling base. "Not a bit of smoke anywhere." "No, my boy, don't speak slighting ly of old Vesuvius. It is one of the great mysteries of the world. To morrow that mountain may swallow up the whole bay, or it may never wakfe up again. Respect it; I do. When I recall Herculaneum and Pom peii " "Two thousand years ago; that's different. I'm never satisfied, I know, but I should like to see ft blow its head off while I'm here." "Not I! As I grow older I like comfort and security more and more. See that village on the cliffs toward the south?.- That's Sorrento, where I was born. The eruption of '72 hap pened while I was there, but I was too young to take any particular no tice. Sh!. Look, at Giovanni." Merrihew looked at the old -Roman. Tears were running down his cheeks, and his gaze strove to pierce the distance to the far-off Sabine Hills. Italy! Yonder, his heart and soul had taken root; his land, his native land, and condemned to live in exile from it! Hillard leaned over and touched him on the arm, and he started. "Take care, Giovanni." "Pardon! I am weak this day, but tomorrow I shall be strong. Seven years! Have you not longed for it WITH BEOS.' yourself? Has not your heart gone out - many times across tine seas to those cliffs?" pointing to Sorrento, "Many times, Giovanni. But re member and control yourself. Pres ently the carabinierl will come . on bourd. You will see that all our lug gage goes promptly to Bristol, once we are through the customs." "Trust me, signore." They landed at the cusiom-house at two In the afternoon, and passed without any difficulty. Naples is the easiest port In the world, if you are not a native and you chance to be an uncommercial traveler who Is willing to purchase salt and tobacco of the state. The Italian tobacco Is generally bad, and formerly one had to smoke it or go without; but now the best of inrported cigars may be found in all the large cities, cheaper in some respects than those in Amer ica, and not a whit inferior, since there Is no middleman' profit, buy ing, as one does, direct from the state. The hotels, however, sell the same brands at an outrageous ad vance; the proprietor must have his commission, the concierge, the head waiter, the waiters, the porters, and the chef, for his sligut favor to the guest. Commission: It means something in si'nn Italy. All this Hillard explained to Merrihew as they were awaiting the examination. Merrihew, holding grimly on to his hand-luggage, stood waiting for Hil lard at the iron gates fronting the railroad. Suddenly a brilliantly uni formed man rushed up to him, bowed, and insisted on taking the luggage. Merrihew protested feebly. "But you are Meestaire Merrihoo, the friend of Meestaire Hillar?" "Yes." "It is all right then." The brilliant uniform prevailed, and Merrihew sur rendered the luggage, marveling. Hil lard seemed to know every one over here. "Beautiful weather," said the uni form, as they passed through the gates. "Fine," said Merrihew. Fronj the corner of his eye he inspected the man at ' his side. Certainly he could be no less than a captain in the navy, with those epaulets and sleeve bands. "This is your first trip to Italy?" "Ye-. You people are very cour teous here." "Oh, we make that a part of our business." A hundred cabmen yelled and shout ed; but at a sign from Merrihew's new acquaintance they subsided or turned their attention elsewhere. This sign of respect made a still deeper Impression on Merrihew. "I'll bet a dollar he's an admiral!" he thought. At length they came to an omnibus. The admiral beckoned to Merrihew to step in. The luggage was thrown on top. "I am very grateful to you," said Merrihew, offering his hand. The admiral shook It somewhat doubtfully, tipped his cap, and went hurriedly back to the dogana, or custom house. Shortly after Hillard appeared. "We shan't go up in the omnibus," he said. "Weil take a carriage." Merrihew looked around in vain for his distinguished acquaintance. "What did you give the porter?" Hillard asked as they drove off. "Porter? I didn't see any porter." "Why the chap who took your lug gage from the customs." "Good Lord! was that the porter? Why, I thought he was a personal friend of yours and an admiral in the Italian navy. I shook hands with him!" Hillard shouted with laughter. What a noisy, smelly, , picturesque city it was! . The cries of the hawkers, the importunities of the guides, the venders and cabmen, the whining beggars; the clatter of horses and carriages and carts: strolling sing ers, goats with . tinkling bells, the burking of outcast dogs, and the brawling and bawling of children, hundreds upon hundreds of children! .Merrihew grew dizzy trying to absorb the whole canvas at once. How the sturdy little mapagna ponies ran up and down the narrow winding streets! Crack-crack! went the driver's lash. It possessed a language all in its own. It called, It warned at the TYPEWRITERS turning of the corpers, it gretted 'frivndav k. hurled - curses at rivals. Crack-crack!, till.. Merrihews' ears ached. It was all very crowded and noisy till they reached the upper terrace of the Corso Vittorio; then the sounds became murmurous and pleasing. Their rooms were pleasantly sit uated, looking out upon the sparkling bay. Giovanni began at once to un pack the trunks, happy enough to have something to occupy him till after dark, when he determined to venture forth. The dreaded cara binieri had paid him not the slightest attention; so far he was as safe as though he were in New York It was yet so early in the day that the two young "men sallied forth in quest' of light adventure. Besides. Merrihew was very eager to find some Roman and Florence news papers. The American Comic Opera company was somewhere north. They found stationed outside the hotel a rosy-cheeked cabby who answered to the name of Tomasso. or Tomass' as the Neapolitans generally drop the finals. He carried a bright red lap robe and blanket, spoke a little Eng lish, and was very proud of the ac complishment. He was rather disap pointed, however, when Hillard bar gained with him in his own tongue. He saw at once that there would be no imposing on the young Americano, general principles. Twice the words rose so high that Merrihew thoughj they were about to come to blows. Tomass' shook his fingers under Hil lard's nose and Hillard returned the compliment. Finally Tomass compro mised on one-lira-fifty per hour, with fifty centesimi pourboire. Crack-crack. Down the hill they went, as if a thousand devils were after them. "By George!" gasped Merrihew, clutching his seat; "the fool will break our necks!" "They are always like this." laugh ed Hillard. "Slowly, slowly!" he call ed. Tomass" grinned and cracked his whip. He did not understand the word slowly in his own tongue or in any other; at least, not till he reached the shops. It was business to go slowly there. A dozen times, on the Via Roma, Merrihew yelled that they would lose a wheel. But Tomass' knew the kame. A man on foot could not have eluded collisions more skillfully. Merrihew never saw such driving. Nor had he ever see'n such shops. Coral, coral, 1 wherever the eye roam ed. Where did they get it all and to whom did they sell all? Necklaces, tiaras, rings, brooches, carved and" uncarved; were there women enough in the world to buy thees things? "If I had a ife " he began. "Well?" "I'd feel devilish sorry- for her hus band at this moment." "But isn't the color great?" said Hillard. It was good to be in Na.ilcs l again. Indeed, on a sunny afternoon, the traveler will find no other street of fering such a kaleidoscope of lux uriant colors as the Via Roma of Naples. Behold the greens, the flow ers, the creeses, the shining fish, the bakestuffs, the silver and goldsmiths, the milliners, the curio dens! And the people! Dark-eyed beauties on foot or .driving, handsome bearded men, monks, friars, priests, an arch bishop in his splendid carriage, a duke driving tandem, nuns and chil dren. And uniforms as thick as pop pies in a wheat field. Officers rode past in their light blue capes, their gold and scarlet braids and polished H-HH'i"H"H"rM"I"H'H"H"H'W P.KALSMAN New York Store Ladies' Tailor. All sizes of Buttons covered, 15 and 20 cents dozen. Riding Habits made of Khaki Cloth $4.50 W. D. ONEIL, scabbards; the foot-soldiers with their flowing green cock-feathers, police men with their short swords,' the tall and dignified carabinieri (always in pairs) with their cocked hats and crimson pompons, towering above the sea of hats. It seemed to Merrihew that a rainbow had been captured and trained accordingly. "I never saw so many kinds," he observed; "so many dirty ones," he added. "Herod would have had his work cut out for him here. Now, where can we get some newspapers? I must know where she is." "Presently," said Hillard. "The i Piazza dei Martin," he directed To- njass'. Then he turned to Merrihew solemnly. "My boy. If - you are to travel with me, beware of the Tauch nitz edition." "What's that?" "It's good reading In paper covers. It is easier to sit in the hotel all day and read Tauchnitz than it is to tramp through churches and galleries unrl mimpilmn " I "No Tauchnitz; I promise." And Merrihew was an inveterate novel reader. At the book-shop in the Piazza they found the Rome and Florence pa pers. Hillard went through them thor oughly, but nowhere did he see any thing relative to the doings of the American Comic Opera company. "Not a line, Dan." "But there must be something in the Florence paper. They should be playing there yet." "Nothing: these papers are two weeks old." Merrihew stared blankly at the sheet. "I should like to know yhat it means." "We will write to the consulate in Rome. If there has been any trouble he will certainly notify us. I'll write tonight. Now, here's Cook's next door. We'll asK if there is any mail for Kitty Killigrew." But there wasn't nor had there been; and the name was not on the forwarding books. "Looks as if your Kitty were the needle in the hay stack." "Hang the luck!" Merrihew jam med his hands into his pockets and sulked with the world. "It is evident that Kitty will not have you." "Cut it!" savagely. Pictures and churches and museums were ail well enough, but Merrihew wanted Kitty Killigrew above all the treasures of earth. It was no longer a passing fancy; he was downright In love. (To be continued.) Have Dr. Swigett fit your eyes be fore he leaves for the summer on June 5th. "Our glasses fit." 17 E. Adams St. o Sweet Arizona oranges, J2.50 a box. Crump's. Se Dr. Swigert for correct glasses. 17 E. Adams St Phone Red 2461. ,fr.fc,H"H"H"H"M"H"M ill1! I H l-S-fc For TRUNK, SUIT CASE i TRAVELING BAG Se the f COLLINGS VEHICLE AND HARNESS CO. First Door East of Hctel Adams i n m m 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 u i' Arizona Representative r-Tf