Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-09-19
TIE STORY
That Philadelphia Reporter Heard Re-
Gently.

Little Italy, as carpenter street Is
called, owing to it being the chosen retreat
of the poor italian emigrants to this city
says the Philadelphia Press, is rapidly
growing in population. Philadelphia al
ways receives her share of the subjects Of
King Umberto, and, although they find il
difficult to reconcile themselves to incon.
gruous surroundings, they soon become
familiar with American ways. A walk
through Carpenter street is a peculiar ex-
perience. But for the occasional glimpse
OF blue. coated guardian of the peace and
the horse cars which cross the squares
every few minutes, you might fancy your
felf IN back street in Rome The soft
gutteral of the Tuscan mingles with the
shrill patois of the Flcrentine; the Neopol.
itan girl in her picturesque attire is playing
with the baby OF the hard. peasant
woman from Turin bright little urchins,
whose rowing dark eyes, crisp curly locks,
and gamin ways bespeak their intimacy
with the cutters of the Eternal City, stare
impudently at passing strangers from the
sidewalk, and beg for cents with perse-
verance that cannot be resisted Around
and about in the air is the mingled odor of
strong cheese, mac4roni, garlic aud dirt,
always go perceptible in an Italian slum.
Early IN the morning almost the entire
male and a fair portion OF the female in
habitants of Carpenter street depart from
their homes for the day in search of their
daily subsistence. Many of the men are
knife. grinders, and On their backs they
carry the necessary wheel and grindstone
aud small Tin pot of smoldering charcoal
Some are peanut or fruit peddlers, and
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handbarrow. OF the rest, some are must
ans-a man with a harp and boy with
violin others are shoe.blacks or dock
laborers, AID few organ grinders and
InonR5.y leaders As for the girls they &C.
company their fathers or brothers and help
beg, and many cent is drawn from re-
luctant pockets by the bright smile on their
lips and the arch look in their eyes.
Newspaper men being naturally ubiqui.
tious, it is not surprising that ona of them
happened to be in Carpenter street re.
Gently. He was in search Of padrone,
who is called by the men and women to
whom he loans handbarrows, organs, musi.
cal instruments. knife grinders outfits,
etc, by the itlustrious name of Garibaldi,
and he resides in one of the least dilapi-
dated tenement houses in Little Italy"
Mounting flight of rickety stairs, the
reporter knocked at door on the third
floor, and the next moment found himself
in the presence of 4 why looking man with
snow white hair. On mentioning his desire
to be acquainted with the distinguished
foreigner who bore the same name as the
hberator Of Italy, the visitors overtures
were received with courtesy, the old man
being evidently surprised and pleased at
meeting an American who could speak the
Italian language. The room was furnished
with bed ana few other pieces of worn
furniture, and on the walls were litho-
graphic portraits OF General Garibaldi and
King Victor Emanuel. Between the two
windows the space was occupied in a man.
ner which at once attracted the reporters
curious attention. There was a full-length
portrait, in oil, of q man of impsri0us de-
meanor, clad in the uniform of an italian
officer, the front of the tunic covered with
orders. In the canvas, through that portion
of the tunic which would cover the heart of
real parsonage, a dagger was driven up to the
hilt, and above the picture was placard on
which WAS daubea IL large red letters ITO
the eternal damnatIon of Francis IL, ex.
tyrant of Naples" The rest of the wall
was covered with rats skin, and in cage
near the window was large, live rat, who
II en- emaciated and feeble condi.
ton. Over the chimney piece was rusty
sword and copy of the proclamation of
the annexation of the Kingdom of Italy.
In regard to the proprietor OF this singu-
larly furnished apartment, he did not ap-
pear to be more than sixty years of age.
His white hair was evidently freak of ma.
ture, which the sequel of this narrative
will show to be the fact A red shirt, a
krotted handkerchief round his neck, a
ragged pair of trousers and boots with
rusty spurs complete the mans attire,
costume which doubtless earned him the
title he received from his compatriots. A
few questions and little persuasion, and
" Garibaldi" gave q thrilling explanation
of the reason dagger traasfxed the por.
trait of King Francis and why rats skins
adorned the walls of the apartment.
g In my youth, began the italian, Is
was filled with the dreams of liberty and
United Italy. l was born in Naples of
peasant parentage, and taught to cringe
and crouch at, the feet of priests and
mobiles. Ny soul reYoltsd at the abase-
ment of my body, and with my manhood
mighty secret Order whose mission is to
tread Oh the necks OF tyrants and OPP.
pressor5 Of the people, For twenty years
l blindly obeyed the behests of my
sureriors. Sometimes l was instructed
to obtain the position of body ser.
want to Minister OF State, or great
noble, or a bishop, so that | could steal
their correspondence and listen to their
secrets but my general employment was
to mix with my fellow. peasants and talk
to them of freedom. l had no difficulty IT
finding situations, for the Carbonari are OF
all ranks of life, and the mobiles who be-
lopged to the Order would recommend him
as faithful fellow to the exalted per-
sonages whose actions were to be watched.
At last the savior of Italy, the great, the
noble Garibalji, tore Sicily from the grasp
OF our tyrant, Francis, and we knew the
time would soon arrive when Naples also
would be united to Italy and our brutal
monarch dethroned. | was instructed to
take the position of valet to the King, and
on recommendation of the Grand Chamber.
lain, brother of our Order, l was ap-
pointed. | at once took my quarters in
the palace and began my duties.
'I will not tell you how bitterly hated
the King when | became the constant wit
ness of his cruelties. While / was dressing
his hair of morning | always heard
the report of the chief of the spies, who
had the first audience, and | watched the
tyrant sign the many orders for the ar
rest and torture of the uufortunates whose
only crime was patriotism. 0ne day there
was to be an important secret council be.
tween the King, the Secretary of State
and clergyman. | was instructed TO OBJ
tain information, and with that object sue.
ceeded in hiding myself unobserved behind
the hangings of the Kings cabinet. The
council began, and was soon the possessor
Of state matters which would be of i'm
mense value to the Liberal party. l was
myself on the service |
should be able to render my order, when
an irresistible inclination came over me to
sneeze. l resisted to my utmost, but at
last could restrain myself no longer, and
loud ah.chee betrayed my presence be-
hind the curtains. The minister dragged
me forward in front of the King. For
few minutes nobody spoke; finally the
King said He appears to like cor
ners of the wall can we not find
him a little niche for his special accom-.
mediation p The clergyman smiled, the
minister nodded and the King touched
hsnd-bell. Two soldiers appeared. The
minister wrote few words, handed it to
one of the guards, and l was led away to
cell beneath the foundations, where l re.
NAMED in darkness for several hours, an
ticipating summons to the torture cham
Der. The door OF my dungeon was opened.
Men entered, who tied my hands, placed
a gag in my mouth and bandage round
my eyes. l was led to carriage and
driven some distance with guard by my
side. After driving for about half an hour
the carriage stopped, and with guard at
each arm entered a house. could not
see what sort of house, for my eyes were
still bandaged. After travelling what APP