The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-05-26

portly old gentleman sauhlereu
across the beach. Mr.. McCann and
Israel lounged down the bank to-
wards him.
'1Iyar, you tramp, be off" said
Prout.
John jumped up.
"I.et the man alone, Uncle Israel.
It's II hard way to earn a living,
heaven knows. Give him a chance.
Israel laughed. The Italian nod
ded to John, and fell to work with
frantic energy. The organ shrieked,
the kettle rang, the bells jingled.
IIo stopped breathless, and nodded
again to Riddell.
"You are from Piedmonte ?" said
John.
The mans yellow dirty face glow
ed at the sound of his patois.
Isl, signor Carema. 81, 81"
"What does he say ?" cried the
old ladies and the girls, crowding
closer. Even the solid bankers, who
in town would not have seen the
Italian though he had crossed their
path dozen times day, in this
idle hour looked at him with fee
BILE interest.
ale says he is from village in
the lower Alps" said John. II was
there once" On the instant the
low cottages, the brown vineyards
the range of peaks in the back
ground, and the half-ruined castle
to the right, rose before them. 81
know Carema," he said. "PedrC
Nossi was my good friend there"
"Ah, Pedro is my uncle!" the
Italian screamed. 81 am Seppi
Have you not heard of Seppi. Anc
did the signor see the church at Car
ema? And the picture? All, there
is no picture like that in Italy, il
the world"
"What does he say?" came th'
chorus again.
To their surprise it was the ole
fisherman, McCann, who answered
them, interpreting for John ant
Seppi, who were too eager to hea
him, as they discussed the marve
lous beauty of the poor little villag
and of Seppi's house, which was OIL
the edge of the road to Ivria.
The Italian caught the little gil
who was with him by the shoul
der.
Anita? The signor has walked
by our house He has perhap
broken a bunch of grapes from tn
old vine, and rested on the big ston
where your blessed mother used t
sit in the evening" She may be ther,
nov looking down the road for SEP
pi and her baby girl !"
The tears stood in his beady blac
eyes. The child, who was as solid a
cut from a log, quietly put up on
fat hand and wiped them away.
Some time, my father" she said.
"Why did you leave Carema, Sci
pi"
"Signor, 1 came with a great pi
drone from Aosta. He said; 81
you will come with Anita, and pla
and dance in America for two year
you shall come home rich-rich
l wanted to be rich," said SepI
gravely shaking his head.
The bells tangled merrily, in cd
contrast to the miserable face bt
low.
"And then ?"
, "Sandro, that was his name too
us to the far West, and parted m
from Anita. | was driven and stal
we'd, but that did not matter. Loo
r here p
He pulled down her gown fror
the child's back, and showed it seal
! red and black. A cry of pity cam
from every woman there. Seppi
: big hands shook as he buttoned tn
? little dress again, but the chill
stood passive.
) 81 ran away. I found my cir
! and we are on our way home. W
5 shall see Maria and my boy and tn
( old house again"
5 "How soon, Seppi?'
1 The poor organ-grinder shrugge
his shoulders.
I TT takes much time to make Ii
tie money-yesl We have wake
e from Chicago. We have saved eve
!, penny. We do not eat much, Ami
+ and Il 1t will take forty dollars
+ take us home, and we have saw
Y this, in two years"
i He pulled from his breast leat
n er bag, and, throwing his coat on t
l. grass, poured out on it little he
of silver. The crowd pressed close
l. John kneeled, and began to count
n He was so eager that he col