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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (July 30, 1898)
"" "m.t-i . ri - - -yq ' L '" , .'"' ''" ' "! m Mi MM . - " - s.1: mzm,zi,m-imv. Id ' i3 THE COURIER. e i- it. t. KATISH. perpendicular position of the funiculare we were getting into. Katisb, a nom de rire I bad adopted My adorer lifted bis red cap and for her, owing to a role in a French play, hurled the most luxurious of kisses, had straightened her hat for at least the until there was no question of his con- eleventh time. The numerous smooth- queBt. infs, too, conferred upon her gloves dur. lag the last few moments bad percaptl- bly decreased their wearing capacity Alack! What woe! A button suddenly . lost courage, in fact, every spark of it, heretofore combative.nature dropped off and hid itself, without even the attempt at an apology. Ob, dear, what impudence!" groaned Katieb, while her aunt looked at her as msch as to say not "I told you so," bat its "co-ed," "you should have known bet'tar." The guard threw open the doors call ing out "Orfe, Orfe.'' Certainly he must hare said Orvieto. I waved both hands and umbrella vigorously at bira. "Orvieto, Sionor," I gasped. -Orte, Signorita.'' Apparently he bad an honest face, . but if we would be in peace, we must pin him down to the solemn trutb. I cannot explain this phenomena ot unbe lief, I only know, with the exception of the very scientific traveller, one's ques tions must be affirmed or denied in quadruple or octagonal measure, it one has not an affection for pins and nee dles. "Orvieto. Orvieto.' SignorV shrieked Aunt Caroline. ''OrvieM" implored Katisb. "Non e Orvieto," said the guard. Now that these heated moments of anxiety are past I have often thought that the direct descant from Job of this particular information-giver would be an interesting study. Katisb buried herself in Baedeker. "Greebkb," she exclaimed, "I believe tlattb'w is Orfe." The train with a low, melancholy nc te ' patted out of Orte (!) The strain had ' been so great that we each subsided to private meditations, thankful for this momentary breath of quiet. "Orvieto, Orvieto? and the compart- ' meat doors were thrown wide open. The xaarti began handing us out in such an "Grazie, grazie, Signorini," and as we crept up the steep hill he continued to wave me his picturesque adtiio. The porter put us safely into the hotel vehicle, where Katish and T hopped from seat to seat for a glimpee of the cathedral. Suddenly I caught my breath and felt nervously at the bumpeot my handbag to see it I could distinguish the corners of an Italian dictionary. They were not to be found. "Katish," I grumbled, "how is it your education wsb so terribsy neglected? Why didn't you study Italian? It you had you'd hrve known something about it. Now I've bad Bome verbs, and a few trimmingB of nouns and pronouns, but you will have to sleep on the steps of the cathedral if you depend on my Italian for a room. Think of it! It will be damp and you will get Roman fever and die.' Katish yawned and looked out of the window. ''Your indifference is shameful; shame fill, I tell you." "Auntie," said Katisb, "Gresbish is very disagreeable this morning, but you must forgive her. Partings like tbat at the station ate heart recdirg to say the least." "It's pure jealousyon your part," I re torted. "The only ripple between you and happiness is that you didn't give tbat poor infant some pennies." Katisb, however, maintained a con temptuous silence. Excited by the die. cuEsion I had utterly forgotton the ju6t. discovered placard of the Hotel Axuila Bianca and underneath in glaring let ters: English spoken Man Spricht Deutsch lei on Parle Francois Se Habla Espagnol "Katieb, do look at that sign," 1 gasped. She looked and even paled beneath her coat of color a giftof the Italian -a.c a." a. P9 gfft I 4i. ia 1 I . July Discount Sale 1-4 OFF ON ALL . j a. . cr 4 . CbOTHING NOW IS THE TIME TO i authoritative manner that we offered no resistance, but quietly descended, sum- sun, monteg all our muscle past and present Two little old ladies with for the conflict to come. Gamins, big frisking curls pushed out to and small, screeched, howled and fought us. about us. "Aunt Caroline, you begin," Kn nv no." 1 shrieked back at them Katish. A.w, , , bobbing, welcome 6aid paahiag ay way through tne crowd. Past experience made us determined to awa't, unflinchingly, the porter of the Hotel Aquila Bianca. Just at this mo seat there came rushing toward us a van with, a beaming smile and a glori--ess mustache, twisted in the manter of halt moons. With many a bow and a roUe for am, and deep scowls for our pursuers, he escorted us to the steep iadiae railway. All this time a young ster, with brown eyes, curls to match a-ad teeth that glistenad, was squeezing ay hand, sot with plain ardor, but ab solute passion. Signorita. Signor.ta," and his eyee grew larger. "Poverino, poverino, macaroni, Signorina," and he rqueezed my hand again. "Signorina."' and h looked at me beseechingly, "You like say get away;' Nou "getaway, Signorina, non e wo?" 1 frmfl been bred with organize j chari ty doctrines. Then, too, before going tato Italy I had read of the degradation of the peasantry and how much travel lers did to increase it, their coppers merely serving aa pollution to every "Very well," she replied looking firm ly at the words, "English Spoken," acd then with great precision made known our wants. The result: A blank stare, a deep wrinkling of foreheads, a burst of Ital ian, and a sweet smile. "Your turn, Katisb," whispered Aunt Caroline. Katish glanced severely at the "Man Spricht Deutsche cleared her throat, and with a sweetly significant gesture begac in German. The result: A startled stare, a pro fuse bobbing of curls and curtsies, gasps of Signorina, Signorina, and a fascinating emile. -Katish waved her hand at me. I nodded at the words "Ici on Parle Francois" and commenced. "Mesdames " Thn result: The contortion of fea tures, slightly less, (in some dim way they recognized the kinship of tongues) tne imploring look more imploring, and something that sounded like requests for Ialiano. "Katish," I murmured, 'reme'mbar a. ft 'a. a ta s 3. M T UJ ON THE DOLLAR. We Have the Largest Stock of Up-to-date Clothing- in the State and Can Surely Please You. H Of ON ALL rVlRflSflG GOODS, fttS Don't Miss This Sale. EWING CLOTHING CO., 115-117 O St Lincoln. No Goods Charged During this Sale. - J J IM- t- e.dakjBfeA .iat.ha jB Mk - t- o- - sj-- WWRWWWWwWWfWl if v!& BOTH tkoBKht of an honest livelihood. Indeed, your education, or rather the lack of it. 1 woald sever yield to sucu weakness. "Macaroni Signorina, implored the gamin. The sous burned in my purse. J patsome is his band and blujbed railtilvT Katish and I both bad a few and blush for it. 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