Sacramento daily record-union., 1889-10-04

who is a very pleasant aud estimable lady,
stated that she had time and time again
fed the poor old mother. The old lady
would come to her door and beg piteously
for something 10 eat.
THE OLD WOMAN FOUND.
Mrs. Moseley readily agreed to escort Mr..
Bruner and his companions to the shed
in which the old lady was kept. A large
open field was crossed, and a barbedwire
fence penetrated, and then the shed was
pointed to. 1t looked like dog kennel, it
was so small and cramped-looking. After
considerable searching, what was meant
for a door was found, and Mr.. Bruner
knocked upon it.
A groan was heard and then a voice,
that was scarcely audible, called out in
Italian.
who's there?"
Its l, open the door," responded Mrs.
Moseley.
The kind and familiar voice had its effect
and the door was quickly opened. An at
tempt was made TO carry on a conversation
but il was failure, for the reason that no
one IN the party could speak Italian.
HER TERRIBLE STORY.
Aleksa was sent for, and while awaiting
his arrival the party had an opportunity to
inspect the place. 1t was built of rough
common redwood boards, unweathered,
and measured about feet by Il. An old
tumbie-down, rickety and ragged bed, q
broken chair and couple of boxes consti-
tuted the interior furnishing. A little win
dow on the east side furnished light and
air. The bare floor was full of splinters.
When Aleksa arrived and stated the busi-
ness of the visitors, the old lady looked
alarmed. II must not talk" said she,
burying her face in her hands. He is my
son, and must not talk. All l wish them
to do is to let me live in the house with
him, and not out here like a dog. They
feed me, but l must ask for it. / am
afraid of the rain and wind, but would
not be if they would let me have a
stove. l have to cook my food out
in the yard, on fire which build be-
tween some rocks. They put me out of
the house because my daughter (she meant
Pagni's wife) said either she or l would
have to go. They will not even let me see
the children. But" and the poor old
woman stopped to wipe away the tears
which were coursing down her cheeks
"he is my son, and | must not tell too
much"
The big hearted District Attorney gulped
down big lump which had risen in his
throat and bowed silently, and motioned
to his companions that he had heard
enough.
HORRIBLE % he calculated when he
emerged from the shea. No one replied.
They were all too busy with thoughts,
wondering how human being-a son
could be such a brute.
THE BRUTE HIMSELF.
Now for Pagni," said Mr.. Bruner, after
they had walked back to where the hack
stood waiting for them.
He lives right there" said Churchman,
pointing to neat little cottage on the
south side of the road
Pagni was summoned to the front gate,
and the District Attorney explained to him
the object of his visit.
Pagni at once assumed defiant attitude,
and began to curse in his native tongue.
by -, | won't have the old - in
the house with me. l put her out because
she was too mean to stay in. l won't have
anything to do with her. She wants to
boss my wife, and, by -, won't have
it."
do you feed her when she is hungry ,"
asked Mr.. Bruner, mildly.
Yes, when she comes and asks me for
it,
Well, said the District Attorney, "do
you think that is the way for son 10 treat
his mother?"
" Yes, when his mother is such -
old thing. When she wants to eat let her
come to me. If she don't, why l don't
care"
Pagni continued to abuse his mother for
some time, and then wanted to know who
had reported the matter to the District At
torney, but receiving no satisfaction from
that official he began another TRADE, and
said his enemies were to blame for it.
The party left him in the midst of his
fuming, and were driven into the city, dis
gusted with what they had seen and heard.
The District Attorney will look into the
matter further, and see what can be done.