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of whom had a com- several languages. And ] Lg much of the coversa-I like a stone mason dis-I the Tower of Babel, none I happy. One of the men i of the Mavor of Cas-I the chaplain of the Rita. in Saint Rita has Casea. That, and my memory of my rather; was a source of joy to my mother her last long decade of in- and there have been many of benefits receiv- COmmunion to Saint Rita Personal life. Tonight I hills, at which Rita And I am enclosed by once knew her saintly 0rrow I am going about to see first hand tle my mother's favor- memory. getting ahead of my route to Cascla is one The more so, because it by tourists. To the dearest spot 0r me, does not exist! agents whom I have y, have not So you will one gets there. Way of Florence. The to Perugia was in a Turkish bath-- that there was no Cooling room after- trains, stations are it was perhaps kindness of an Ital- the compartment changed at a june- Roman Express A PILGRIMAGE TO CASCIA of TraVel in Italy--Visit to Home of St. Rita Train, Motorcycle and Auto--Scenic Effects.,' " By Cecil Fanning like a bunch of giant firecrackers, is absolutely a whirl to-I shooting out of season. I am in Casein. 1 have[ The ,cenery, withal, was ahnost at a table with a group overpowering in its loveliness ..... THE GUARDIAN I cepting the nose, which has been arti- ficially restored. The face and hands are as black as the wooden statue of the Notre Dame de Ben Secour at Guingamp, Brittany. It appears so strangely artificial that it looks like a carving out of Flemish oak. 'rhe bells of Asss were .triking eleven-thirty, as :e starred for Folig- Suddenly my chauffeur slowed down no, again en route to Cascia. We ar- ed, pointing to a hill top which rose rived there at. twelve:tlurty. Tlie de- ahead with a soft mist exclaimed with scent (for Fohgno is m a vallev) was hushed tone: "Signor, Mont Assisit" through groves of ancient gnarled :L'hcre it wastruly awe insDirin I ohve trees. A wide view of the Um- Ih.e discovery revealed to us that wel bile mountams, ]ovelyandore appre Pa:def:lt were at least six miles off the road fol l mve bee n.m c .. I to Casea, but 1 was never so thank- "' he nea wmcn was atmos over- I ful for a guide's error, and we rode powering. At Foligno, we stopped for I right on into Asss. We ascended a lunch. fascinating street, with English signs By one-thirty we were ready to pro- on hotels, and drew up at the Glotto. ceed to Cascia. At this hotel, I secured the services of a perky little page in uniform dec- orated with many brass buttons, whom 1 asked to direct me to the San Franciscan Monastery. My guide at the monastery was a young man, of Pplish parentage from near Boston. (He will be ordained and sent back to America next year.) Among the collection of personal souvenirs of St. Francis which he showed me, is a fragment of a habit worn by the Saint. It is of neutral gray homespun quality and not the brown or black that most painters have clothed him in. The order at preseent wears black, but I was told that in 1926 it will return to the origi- nal gray. While looking at the collec- tion of relics, I told my fellow coun- trymen that I liked to think that St. Francis and all the Saints were not very different from ourselves .... the only difference between us and the Saints being that we have fleeting mo- ments of .saintliness and they were able to sustain that high elevation. My guide insisted that he had no mo- ments of saintliness, but I told him I was quite sure he was mistaken, and 1 am sure he was, for he was very simple and sincere. While we were reviewing the fres- coes of Glotto, in the Upper Church, depicting the miracles of St. Francis, Passenger-freight we talked of Padre Pia of Foggia, who the shore of the on its fif- Perugia. (Perugia the railroad in go- Florence. ) been so full it seems descended from Hotel Brufani, rty this morning, conveyance at a mo- a perambulator at the side, and dejected, in a dingy (If it was lot" a it was chronic, handkerchief.) Lhe "rat" or Ga- edition of "Les dubbed him my When he tuned Wagon,,, he was a is also a member of the order of St. Francis. My guide said he had heard Padre Pia, who is thirty-three years of age, has the Stigmata and always wears gloves to keep the curious from gazing upon his wounded hands, and that he can read the thoughts of oth- ers. Tonight I have heard the same thing from the Chaplain at St. Rite's Church, and the Secretory of the Mayor. had completely forgotten my lit- tl buttons guide, but he waited pa- tiently for me in the sun, and, perch- ed on the cycle back of my "Fearless Fiend," took me to the tomb of Saint Clara and the Cathedral. St. Clara's body is encased in glass, in the crypt under.the main altar of her own church. It is perfectly preserved, ex- Wated to travel toured Europe from a but have ever vaotorcyclists. diabol- be prohib- 2sn't'and I am RADIO SPECIALISTS Everything in Radio MASTERS ELECTRIC CO Established 1891 FORT SMITH,. ARKANSAS i iJ For Headache, Neuralgia, Cold in the Head, Sleeplessness, Nervousness, and all kinds of Pin in the Head, take perilously in my bassn- about twelve and going forty miles an a chicken bbile hoves in with in- Point, two tower- Upon us at once. DRUG Fort Smith, We werebut our conveyance was not! For at the city i gate, nay chauffeur discovered that we were out of benzina, the Italian word for gasoline, and because, like all the shops in Italy, the local garage was indulging in its daily two-hour siesta, we were forced to wait nervously un- til two o'clocknervously, because we were at the end of the National High- way (which we had followed from As- sis) and uncharted roads through mountains lay between us and arrival in Casein this evening. I read again the prayer to St. Rite, and consoled! myself with the thought that I was facing a beautiful ride, no matter where it ended. The side road out of Foligno may have been good in the time of Hanni- bal, B. C., 217, but at present it needs some slight attention. We,bombarded divers villages and scared hundreds of chickens. (I have great sympathy with chickens, dating from today, as heretofore I have looked upon them as silly birds with no connection of ideas. That was a haughty and plu- tocratic viewpoint, for it was formed by seeing only the topknots of the terror-stricken fowls from an easy seat in a high-powered automobile. From a motorcycle one sees the chick- ens from the feet up, and from that angle there is something decidedly hu- man about them! Strange to say, when we actually} i got into the mountains the roads were i perfect; the reason for it I cannot un- roll derstand. Over at least fifty miles of ideal highway we didn't pass through more than five or six villages and saw only three or four small towns perch- ed on the tops of neighboring hill's. Most of the way, the road ran along palisades, on a sort of shelf cut out of cliffs, like a narrow, white ribbon. But that made little difference, for there was no traffic to mention--only one motorbus and five animal-drawn carts during the afternoon. Of course the beasts (whitest of white oxen and donkeys) were terrified on hearing and seeing us. Why not, with all of the horrible noise we made ? We were real disturbers of the public peace-- and superb public peace it is in those parts! to the deep valley or ravine yawning below frequent, suddent sharp curves. A rushing mountain stream would sometimes call to us from the depths of a deep canyon, hidden by a line of poplars or small oak trees that skirt- I ed the edge of the road. Between these I lines of trees was bracken and broom, / with a riot of wild flowers springing / from everywhere, and frequently a whiff of delicious fragrance would be wafted to us as we hurried by, ex- changing therefor, our own sacrile- gious odor of exploded benzina. At times I was reminded of the northwest Columbia River Highway (only there was no great river below) and again, of some fertile canyon of Colorado. There wasn't a sign post; there wasn't i The scenery was full of exquisite an advertisement nor marking of any variety. We were miles from a rail: kind to guide us toward Casea; noth- I road, in the heart of the Umbria Ap- ing except the unfailing courtesy of pennines. The word wild might, in  the peasantry. way, describe the surroundings, All the more reason why Cascia though the term may be misleading looked to me like a dream city, when to an American. The scenecy was we approached it this afternoon at never rugged in the same sense as the about five o'clock: The town is bhilt mountains in the United States--prob- ably the White Mountains of New England come nearest akin to the Urn- brian range; for nature in Italy, though sometimes stern, is always calm and never savage. It was a gyp- sy landscape, in gitana costume, non- chalant, picturesque andalmost deft ant of usefulness and productivity. There would be long stretches of chalky palisades on one side of us and on the other, a well made stone para- pet which kept us from sliding off in- DALY MONUMENTAL WORKS Sixty-three [ on a series of shelves on the mountain side, on which it reposes like a tier of jewels in a great green setting. My arrival created a .sensation. The whole town crone out to look il forest- ieres (the foreigner), over, while my "Fearless Fiend," who had brought me safely to my destination, went in quest of an hotel. He came back say- ing "nothing doing," or words to that effect. I don't wonder, For, al- And though there was an hotel called "Sole," nmaning "The Sun." "Eclipse" would be a more descriptive name for my hostelry. My heart sank when I saw the outside of it, but it is clean inside, and the keepers of it are good- hearted and very interesting people. The chaplain and secretary eat at the ';Sole" so it must be the leading inn. Two shelves above the hotel is St. Rita's Church and Convent, resting as they have for hundreds of years, in the midst of smiling squalor and pleasant indolence. A dream of many years has at last come true. Tomor- row, I shall go there. Was fright- Seemed to be a defense- and chick- we sounded as I threw the crash! BUl Red Cross Fever and ; a feather flew. Headache ,,u s^w"er- rebound more way to assumed Prepared by for he his head at JOHN SCHAAP & SONS COMPANY 1 Tom Daly, Proprietor High Class Monuments and Statuary In Domestic and Imported Marble and Granite Fort Smith, Arkansas SHIPLEY BAKING COMPANY 217-19-21-23 . Sixth St., Fort Smith, Ark. Made Clean--HOLSUM BREAD'Sold Clean Delivered Clean FORDSONS PAUL W. SHERIDAN FORDS Fort Smith, Arkansas J. G. 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