(town hall). This is a picturesque building with pointed arched windows. It has a slen tower on one side. Near here is a column, w wolf surmounting it. This is the arms of Sier passed another column with the same figures o The streets are quite narrow and steep, sloping the piazza. They have few sidewalks. Gas gone direct to a garage to work on his car a hard mountain climb, and it was late when he his lunch, but the car was in order for our drive We left about 3 P. M., expecting to reach fore dark, but our late start made this doubtfu car went all right for a couple of hours, the burst. Gaston went right to work, replacing i usual good-natured way. This tire was one used on our first motor trip through France, so done good service, but for some unaccountable it was unusually hard to put the new one on. never easy work at any time. Gaston looke enough when it was in place. We started ag moving nicely, but it was getting to be late du suddenly our little engine refused to work. Th the very first time our staunch little motor had trouble. Gaston tried to find the cause, but night so rapidly and, having no lamp with us, he was to discover it. A motley crowd of women and ch had gathered around, begging, shouting, tootin horn, jumping on our machine and annoying us fully, till finally Gaston came and told Augus had better get out and take the banhoff (railroa

Pisa. Gaston said he had secured a carriage to take us to the station. He told us he would find a place to put up the car and take lodgings near it, then get help early in the morning and come for us as soon as the engine worked. The carriage came and Gusty and I got in with our luggage. I was in fear and trembling, as I noticed its shaky condition; Gusty having full confidence, as she had not noticed it. The station was only a short distance away and we could just see it in the dusk, but it took us a long time to reach it. We had barely time to secure our tickets when the train

came.

PISA

We were only forty kilometers from Pisa, and I thought the stuffy old train would never reach there. It finally did, and we went to Hotel Victoria, which is situated on the Arno river. We both felt worried at leaving Gaston, as he only speaks French. We had a good night's rest and awakened this morning, September 27, quite refreshed.

While eating breakfast, which we always have served in our rooms, we received word that Gaston had put his car away safely, locking it up, had taken the 9 P. M. train for Pisa and had stayed at the Victoria all night. This morning early, taking a man from the garage, he had returned to the little village of San Romo, where the car was, and he hoped to have the work done and be in Pisa for us by noon. So our worry was without

cause.

Gaston told us when he saw us that he had

a great time getting the car put safely away. finally secured a pair of oxen to haul the car to and had paid them a fine price for the use of the

They use oxen in this country, and they are white, well-kept animals. Their harness is Horses are rarely used, and when they are, a do usually hitched up with them. This is with the class, of course. I have seen milch cows used t carts, and have occasionally seen a milch cow ox drawing a wagon.

After breakfast we called a carriage and drove cathedral and campanile (the celebrated leaning of Pisa). The baptistry and the Campo Santo Pantheon). The cathedral is very handsome. built of white marble and decorated with bar black. The west front is decorated with colum arches on the lower part. The upper has open a across it. We went inside to see its beautiful pi St. Agnes is especially beautiful. As mass was held, we did not remain long, but went over baptistry, which is, as usual, a round building. one has an immense and finely sculptured fount center, and a sculptured pulpit at one side. Bo these are either Parian marble or alabaster. From we went to the Campo Santo. This is a clois building, with old paintings on its walls. Ther handsomely carved tombs of the celebrated inhab of Pisa. In the center of these cloisters, which a four sides, is what we would call a garden. T

called holy ground, as the earth was all brought in carloads from Jerusalem.

The leaning tower I saw from the outside only, as I had no desire to make the climb, after learning there was no supporting hand rail or banister. The first flight of stairs is inside the tower, the rest of the stairs being outside, circling around the tower to its top. So I did not care to take the risk of that climb. There is an arcade that runs round and round this building to its top. It is built of different colored marbles, most beautifully sculptured. These four buildings form a magnificent group. Leaving here, we drove through the town; saw the little Gothic church called Santa Maria della Spina. They once had a relic here, said to have been one of the spines or thorns from the "Crown of Thorns." This church stands on the bank of the River Arno that flows through Pisa. We drove by the house of Galileo, where this celebrated astronomer was born in 1564. We had seen his tomb in the church of Santa Croce, Florence.

We drove back to the hotel for lunch, which Gusty. enjoyed; but I rarely take it myself. While she was at lunch I heard our horn and knew Gaston had arrived. He sent word to us he would be ready to start by 1:30. We prepared for our ride, sent our bags down-stairs, and sat with our hats on, waiting for the word. Onethirty and 2 o'clock came, and then 3 o'clock, yet we had received no word. This, of course, meant something wrong had occurred, and Gusty said she would go down to find out. She saw the porter bring our

bags in from the limousine and Gaston walking down, talking and gesticulating with his hands ously angry about something, so she came w speaking to him. Later, the porter told her Gast sent a porter out to buy essence. It was paid fo Gaston had poured some of it into the tank, wh discovered petroleum had been mixed with it. meant that the whole tank had to be emptied be new supply of essence could be put in, as one dr petroleum spoils the essence, and stops the car. porter had evidently bought a quart of petro thinking he could make a dishonest dollar, a would be emptied and we would probably be from the hotel before the deceit was discov Gaston was too sharp for him, and discovered the immediately; but we had to suffer for it, as the can only be emptied drop by drop, as it is fed for bustion. This is why Gaston was so angry, becau the delay it would cost us. I think it was near o'clock when we finally started. Our little motor not work very smoothly, and Gaston said as long speck of the petroleum remained we would have a trouble.

LUCCA

We had intended reaching Reggio to spend the ni but this was not possible, after our long detention we motored on to Lucca, as it was only a few m from Pisa. We arrived at 6 P. M., stopping at Albe Crose di Malta (Maltese Cross Hotel). Lucca