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“She has quarrelled with her lover. She is most unhappy.”—Page 250.

office, I noticed a change in the manner of we entered. As the Maresciallo explained that dignitary. You see my friend was one his errand, I tried to detect some sign of of Capri's "city fathers." What a great perturbation in one or the other of them. thing is influence!

Archangelo was nervous and full of protEverything that my Italian friend ex- estations; Carmelina was plainly astonplained threw new light upon the subject of ished beyond measure; Jovenina assumed the theft. Within five minutes activities an air of nonchalantennui; Teresina's commenced. The Maresciallo would ac- black eyes popped out. company me at once to the villa, where he Until I saw him talking with the servants would sift the matter to the bottom. It I had not realized the powers of the Marewas an outrage that foreigners should be sciallo, and the aptness of his soubriquet, robbed! It would give Capri a bad name! "the Brigand.”

He disappeared behind the doors whence His mustaches were long and inky black, I had seen him emerge at first, and stayed his features were large and good, and his there half an hour. But ah, the transfor- deep-set eyes seemed to pierce the things mation when he reappeared! Now he was they looked at and come through upon the the real Maresciallo—the being I had seen other ide. I have seldom seen a man of in the piazza; him whom the Capriotes more impressive manner. He was self-conheld in awe, and called “the Brigand." tained, keen, and commanding, and his ex

Have you ever been escorted home by pressions of face and voice had surprising three policemien? If so, you know how peo- range and force. I became fascinated in ple turn and look, and wonder what you've observation of his methods. There was a done. My progress through the piazza and seeming deep significance to every word he past Morgano's and the stores was most uttered, as though one more question would conspicuous. Even the darkness did not bring forth the money, show us who the culshield me, for the swords of my three at- prit was, and settle the entire matter. tendants clanked constantly, and our eight He had a way of throwing back his head, feet, keeping step, sounded hideously loud looking at his victim through half-closed in the narrow stone-paved streets, attract- eyes, and speaking very slowly. This ing much attention. So great was my em- seemed to drive the servants wild; there barrassment I did not notice for a time that would at once begin arm-waving and exthe Maresciallo had picked Luigi as one of postulation that reminded me of panicky his assistants, and even when I did discover days on the New York Stock Exchange. He it, I cared but little, so far gone I was with would change suddenly from this cold deshame at being thus brought home. liberate style to one of fire and rapidity.

Never had the flight of steps that leads up His head shot forward, his eyes blazed, and to our villa seemed so long. The nasty his question snapped out sharp as the click business must be gone through with, but I of a steel trap. wished to have it over soon. It is not hard His gestures, too, were marvellous. He to decide to have an aching tooth removed, would pop his hand quite suddenly before but the journey to the dentist preys upon his face, peering at Archangelo between the one's nerves.

outstretched fingers, his pantomime irreThe Maresciallo told me not to ring, but sistibly suggesting a prisoner looking from to admit him directly to the kitchen. So behind the bars. we entered the garden gate and I rapped If the answers to his questions did not loudly on the kitchen door.

suit him he raised his eyebrows and his I had the feeling of a Judas as I heard shoulders, giving a look of derisive conArchangelo's footsteps coming blithely. tempt which was beyond description. Then the door was opened, and our pro- Perhaps the finest accomplishment of ficient chef discovered me standing in the this many-sided “Brigand” was his singarden with my army.

All care and sor- ister laugh. He used it to denote the full row left me at sight of the ludicrous, dis- extreme of scorn and disbelief, and it rang mayed expression of that face. I should out cold and blood-curdling as the mirthless have laughed aloud but for my fear of laughter of Mephisto. Luigi and the Maresciallo.

Throughout his questioning I was All the servants were in the kitchen when pleased to observe the calm demeanor of our Carmelina. She looked the Maresciallo covered, but as the Maresciallo had sugin the eye and answered him with a direct- gested, there were tickets in the lottery, and ness that was disarming.

alas! he had cigars and cigarettes of the Archangelo was the first to fall into the brands I used. These he stoutly averred “Brigand's" toils, for, on examination, it he bought, but the fact that they were of developed that he had been to several of kinds not to be had on Capri seemed to disthe shops that afternoon and had paid prove his statement. Besides, my initials bills amounting to about two hundred lira. were on the cigarettes. They were our household bills, he said. Now a woman who had been sent for arNow, it is a Capri custom to pay daily, and rived to superintend the searching of the I knew well that Adelaide was scrupulous other three. Carmelina asked thai Adeupon this point. Archangelo admitted that laide be present during the ceremonies, and he accounted to her every morning, and that Adelaide, when urged, reluctantly conbefore he went to market she always gave sented. The five entered one of the bedhim money to pay for what he bought. rooms and for most of what happened there

Why, then, had he not done so ? I must depend on Adelaide's account as

He became confused. It was bothersome given me later. he said. Instead of paying day by day, he Jovenina waved the other two aside with put the money in the post-office-which, in the manner of a queen. She must be İtaly, is a sort of bank as well—and left it searched first. After the removal of her there until considerable accounts accumu- waist, she produced from somewhere a lated, when he drew it out and settled them handkerchief, which she placed upon the as he had done this very afternoon. dresser, saying nonchalantly, "A little tea."

The Maresciallo's irony was biting. Ah, I may mention here that Adelaide's opinion so Archangelo was not the chef for the of Jovenina's assumed indifference was signore, but the keeper of the privy purse? identical with mine. Of all the servants The signore, not feeling competent to man- we were least sure of her. age his own funds, gave them to Archangelo Next came Teresina. In a dirty pocket so they might be safe? Perhaps Archan- with bits of string and other things were gelo bought tickets in the government lot- several lumps of sugar. Teresina hastened tery? Yes? And had he seen fit to invest to explain that she had bought them. But some of the signore's money in the lottery with them was a box of safety-matches as well ?

bearing a number marked in ink. I had Suddenly the “Brigand” pointed his recently begun numbering the boxes in the long finger at the end of Archangelo's nose, hope of keeping better track of them, so and tossing his head back gave vent to his Teresina laid it on the table with a sickly frost-bitten “Ha, ha!” When our chef ex- grin that owned her guilt. postulated wildly he was met with the imi- Next came Carmelina's turn. There had tation of the face behind the prison bars. been some reserve in the disrobing of the This fell like a blight upon Archangelo. He others. Not so with Carmelina. Before then received a lecture and a warning on they knew it, she had-as Adelaide put itthe subject of other people's money that I "popped out of her clothes," and stood was sure he would heed.

there, well—let us say a forest nymph in At this point Carmelina proposed that all bronze. be searched. I was glad that the sugges- Nothing was found on Carmelina with tion came from her, for I had liked her the exception of her pretty figure, and I manner throughout this trying time. Not was standing outside in the hall with the once had she looked at Luigi; not that her three carabinieri when that was found. I eyes had been cast down in embarrassment, know because I heard the exclamations. but rather that they had looked past him O Carmelina, What a pretty thing and about him, and even through him. Of you are!” cried Adelaide, and the woman the two I was sure that Luigi was the more who had come to search remained to pray, uneasy.

for I heard her laugh, and exclaim, “O The other servants could not well object, Mamma mia! Yes, yes, yes!” so the search began at once with our fallen Luigi was there beside me, so I

suppose Archangelo. No marked money was dis- he heard it, too.

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They came out presently, and when the She had turned away as Luigi opened it. “Brigand” found that Carmelina was the Her face was red. “Don't let him read it!” only one on whom no contraband had been she begged the Maresciallo. discovered he smiled and nodded to her, He looked at her again beneath his saying, "Good!” For the other two he bushy brows. had no word.

“Read!” he commanded Luigi. Now the searching of the rooms began. Luigi began perusing the epistle. It It is needless to go into details; even the seemed as though the room had suddenly painted figure of the Madonna on Archan- grown hot, for as he read he mopped his gelo's wall was searched. Drawers, shelves, brow. bureaus, boxes—all were investigated with- “Well?" asked the Maresciallo sternly. out result. As the hunt progressed things Luigi looked beseechingly at Carmelina's became less strained. There were smiles, back and hesitated for an instant. “Nothand even little jests at the awkwardness ing,” he said, addressing his superior. with which the carabinieri handled some "What does it say?" of the feminine apparel.

“It concerns her personal affairs,” said But even when Luigi and the other cara- the now crimson carabiniere. “She has biniere were searching Carmelina's room, quarrelled with her lover. She is most ununder the supervision of the “Brigand," happy" the girl failed to give the slightest notice to Here Jovenina tittered. her former admirer. When questions were A choking sob burst from our Carmelina. put to her by Luigi or the other, she an- With her face in her hands, she rushed from swered to the Maresciallo as though he had the room. addressed her. I fondly fancied Luigi “Enough! enough!” cried the Marescisquirming beneath his gorgeous uniform. allo, glaring savagely at Jovenina, who in

The search was almost finished when stantly subsided. Luigi, in a desultory hunt through the The search was over. The money was pockets of a coat that hung upon a hook in not found. The Maresciallo left, saying he the girl's room, found a letter bearing no would see me in the morning. address. It had a big red seal, and I re- I talked the matter over with Adelaide membered her having come that morning to before going on my nightly rounds to see ask me for a piece of wax.

that doors and windows were secured. “What is this?” asked Luigi, holding it "The money's gone forever,” she said. up for her inspection.

“But there's one thing we know about it.” “A letter to my sister in Sorrento,” said “What's that?" I asked. Carmelina, turning to the “Brigand."

"That Carmelina didn't take it." “Does it contain anything?"

“Yes," I agreed; “and whatever has Only the letter.”

become of it, I think it's well invested." “Then you won't object to its being “Vivisection ?" opened?"

Well, if that's what you choose to call “But I have no more wax," she pro- it, yes. It was surely odd, and Italian and tested.

dramatic." “Perhaps the signore will let you have a “Forty dollars' worth,” reflected Adelittle?" smiled the “Brigand."

laide. Then suddenly: "I tell you! Write I nodded.

about it and get the money back that way." “But it's only a letter to my sister,” ob- “Perhaps," I answered, as I started on jected Carmelina.

my door and window locking tour. I must own that I was surprised at the girl's attitude. It seemed to me that, for the first The sharp Italian moonlight was streamtime, she was nervous. The “Brigand" shot ing in through the French windows leading her a quick glance beneath his eyebrows. to the garden. As my hand found the bolt “Open it,” he said to Luigi.

I paused; outside I saw a figure. It was a Luigi ripped the envelope. I sighed with carabiniere. He stood quite motionless. relief, for there was no money. Somehow, Then I discovered that he was not alone. Carmelina's seeming anxiousness about the His big blue cape sheltered someone else letter had momentarily shaken my faith in as well-someone whose dark head lay her.

peacefully upon the carabiniere's shoulder.





If you

OWADAYS, as is often remarked, we age, the most distressing is that lack of selfdo not grow old. The chimney-cor- control which lays bare the weaknesses hither

ner sees us no more; knitting is a lost to kept under cover by a normally strong will. art and an old lady's cap an obsolete head. The constant presence of the younger genergear. The modern grandmother does not ation is at the same time a moral goad and renounce a personal interest in pomps and a support. The very instinct of self-preservanities and the modern grandfather plays vation leads one to adapt oneself to their golf. The old-fashioned grandmother was standards. If you would not be unpleasant perhaps not less worldly-minded, in spite of to look at, you must cultivate the niceties of the tradition which makes a saint of her, but the toilet. Not for you, madam, any “sweet

hers was a vicarious worldliness. neglect.” At your age, “robes loosely flowAge versus Youth

It was for her granddaughters that ing, hair as free" are not as befitting as a she desired frivolities. Plenty of good clothes, well-preserved figure and a trim coiffure. Not plenty of beaux, and in the end to marry for you, sir, an overindulgence in slippered plenty of money; that was her ideal; and she Beware the trousers that bag at the set much store by good looks.

She was

knees and the wrinkled waistcoat. a trifle cynical as to the duration of early would not be an unwelcome companion you attachments. One old lady, who had must constantly bear in mind that “brevity eloped with the man of her heart, was asked is the soul of wit.” You must be sympathetic, by a granddaughter whether, if she had it but discreet; wise, but not too wise; modern to do over again, she would still make a enough to be companionable, but old-fashrunaway marriage. With the appalling ioned enough to be suitable. And you must frankness which belongs alike to childhood not expect to be understood. Youth believes and old age, she replied: “Yes, but not with itself to be misunderstood, age knows itself to Mr. A.”

be so. But for your comfort you may know With increasing enlightenment in matters that the vigorous discipline to which you subof hygiene the period of old age is deferred, ject yourself undoubtedly retards the progand the tides of life now flow strongly at a ress of senile decay. time when our forefathers and, still more, our As for your children and grandchildren, foremothers were laid on the shelf; and yet, they are charming creatures; so handsome put it off as we may, it is bound to catch up and gay and clever, so affectionate and so full with us, unless we be of those whom the gods of pretty ways with you, and as sympathetic love. To the earlier period of meek accept- as their limited experience of life will permit. ance belongs the assertion, so often repeated You love their very inexperience and in your as to be sometimes carelessly taken for truth, secret heart you think them a great improvethat contact with youth more than anything ment on what you were at their age. But else makes old people forget their age. Never as for feeling young in their presence, that is was a more mistaken statement. In a way, another matter. For that you must seek the it is true that the society of young persons society of someone older than yourself; somedoes keep their elders young, by stimulating one who calls you by your first name, or, bettheir pride and preventing them from giving ter still, by a nickname; who gives you advice way to certain foibles incident to their time and thinks your clothes are too old for youof life. It is in the nature of a salutary dis- someone, in short, who from the vantagecipline; and those persons who are brought ground of superior years bullies you a little. in contact with the little segregated com- And when the last person is gone to whom munities of old men and old women who are you were always young, then, indeed, you collected in “Homes” will probably agree know the loneliness of age,-model grandthat it is a discipline which is most desirable. parent though you may be, adoring your For of all the pitfalls which lie in wait for old descendants and adored by them.

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