Show AN ITALIAN SCENE Hee heedless diess of the broiling sun that made the boats and small craft glisten aga again in a naked little boy stood on the very edge of the water which washed his brown feet he looked hot and happy and kept his bis bands clasped above his bis bead in the foreground a group of fishermen were quarrel ling with the moat most passionate vehemence A sack of indian corn was the subject of dispute with great trouble two men placed it on the back of a third he submitted quietly but scarcely was it fairly on his shoulders when he lie threw it down on the sand leaped upon it trampled it under his feet and poured toured forth a perfect storm of furious speech the screams of his companions their dramatic gesture dark faces and black limbs were more inore african than italian at length they calmed again we the sack of corn was bo hoisted holsted isted and again after another pause for reflection it was indignantly dign antly cast down anc ane and I 1 trampled upon three times it an derwent the same fate be fore the dispute could cease I 1 had never seen such buch fury but no one minded them nor looked on the little naked boy splashed his feet in thelea water and gave it a lazy kick but be never turned fumed round he never moved from his hia place in the sun the whole time the quarrel last lasted edhe be never took big bis clasped hands from hi shead or deigned to give the quarrelers a particle othis of hig his att attention antion HP wab wag in hib his way a thorough ah litile lithe diogenes A summer and winter in the TWO Si Sicil cilles les ies |