Show NOT FOR mar The Poetical Dreams ot n Sentimental Girl Rudely Shattered The music came softly sweetly out to the old man and his daughter as they sat half reclining on the luxurious cushions of the gondola gayly decorated with Japanese lanterns The myriad of gay lights from the cornices cor-nices from the roofs from the waters edge reflected in silver and gold in the ripples of the lagoon Hieh up along the balcony they could see the flaming torches torch-es flickering with Roman reminiscence and the white ghastly faces and dark forms of the people looking down on tile beautiful scene while all around the lagoon 1 7 la-goon sitting upon the wide rail of the fence leaning against the statuary or moving aboutwith eager restless tread they could see the thousands of sightseers sight-seers i In the distance they saw the shimmering shimmer-ing multicolored waters and heard the gurgling murmur of the fountains The stoical gondoliers dextrously swung the gondola here snd there among the gay craft iJaden to the waters edge with merry parties of lagoon tourists Once in a pause ot the orchestral music there iame to them the twang of a banjo that a r I = j d 6 a c fJ 7 1 Ii = iM happy French song came rippling across the dancing waves For a longtime they were silent Then she clasped her fingers sparkling with diamonds across the old mansknee and said Papa L cm so happy I feel so dreamy o poetical something Byron or Browning like Ah the Bridge of Sighs and Byron Oh I could love Byron tonight to-night and Venice too Papa Browning is buried there C Possibly the old man thought Browning Brown-ing was one of her old etude lovers They all looked consumptiveprobably he had croaked in Venice The old man sympathetically sympa-thetically sighed If Byron and Browning could have lived to see this papa what poetry we would have from them I They never saw anything to equal this Well I guess there air few towns could beat this show the old man complacently com-placently remarked How dreamily poetical Howells makes Venetian lifel she mused It must be something like this How I should love to live in Venice alwayl Do you mean to say youd rather live in that perennial flood town Venice than Chicago he sharply interrogated Papa my life would ben happy dream in Venice Now look ahere Maria he savagely savage-ly said I wont have that bowlegged dude feller of your prowling round the house any longer He puts you up to all this moonshine business and I wont stand any more of this comic opera gondolier gon-dolier business dy hear I aint going to be paddled round in a canoe by a pair of opera boulfe bcnllers Well land and take an electric or steam launch something some-thing that can gee a move on He prodded the nearest gondolier with his umbrella and ordered an immediate disembarkation Chicago Tribune |