The morning call., 1891-04-26

Canosa, followed him at a distance only. 1
had naught but rags, and the sight Of the
coffin frightened me. My mother beat the
ground in her grief.
After that l remember little more, till
days came when [ followed the fishermen.
Sometimes l mended nets for them, or
fetched them food from the old street,
where, underneath the aTchwaY, my mother
made and sold wares. What wares? Well
sleeps milk; sometimes goats flesh and
garlic; sometimes struffoli. made of flour
and oil; sometimes sausages, or wheat
boiled with chestnuts. All these we pro-
yided more OF less. Such things do not
cost much to make Often to make them
we robbed other gardens, OF bought when
the street shops cleared ont. Sometimes we
were caught pilfering. | was caught once,
and carried off to prison.
Sometimes, in good seasons, when the
road was made, we danced the taranteIa
nearly all the long day. This was TO for
eigners who came to see Us. Often we
stopped half way through. We had danced
it so often we we're ready to drop; but for
coin we had to 60 on. Then it was, | re-
member oh, how l remember! I first
danced with BiancO. Think Of it. to dance
world! You advance, and you retreat; you
entrcat and you deplOre; You love and you
spurn; YOU end full of JOY.
After that day l. who had found him,
IlIeQ 10 IliUTb Oh Tue ldIdNIelld / ne Strals
gers who saw US and who flung us their
money knew, oh, SO little, our tumult 0 I
love. NV mother-lOug since they hay a
laid her far from me-fOr months, nay, TO r
wears, would have naught Of him. ''BiaBe o
must serve; be has no home to take for
thee Thus, thus our live passed along.
Sometimes. when sunshine Lit up all sea-
ward, We rOved far onward toward Sor-
rento; then only we, who were of the
people, unbsnt awhile to each other So
the years rolled by. Bianeo fshed; he
journeyed TO Salerno, Sorrento, Capri /;
slowly, so slowly, our store gathered; far
Their and farther seemed our dream.
One day can remember it so well-all
the Campagna around seemed burnt All
day long the sun rolled above US, licking up
every drop OF dew In the shady corners Of
the streets men lay full-stUetched, with
shirts laid open. Even the fish boats Missed
out the heat as the tar bubbled through
their sides. The iron railing near the fore
shore burnt the hands of those that touched
it. The children Of the people ran about
the streets hAlf-na1ed. VIII the rain
Gomez we said IN the morning; will the
rain Gomez we muttered in the evening
Some Of us even were for closing the
shrines. Madonna has forgotten u.s." we
said. Professions of the Blessed Sacra-
ment flied the streets morning, noon ana
night. Still the rain came not.
That very evening, when the heat and the
drought were at their worst, fell in with
Bianco. he looked angry, troubled, wearied,
and yet, seeing me. he smiled. Before me
he stood, tall. agile, bronzed, with eyes
black and glstening.
Little one" he said, and bis eyes fell
from me, ''the Madonna is deaf. She will
have none of my entreaties. They have
sent for me to Naples"
$40 Naples Y' echoed, and as I spoke the
words sounded strangely evil '',PO Naples
BancO, for"
''As a conscript for the army"
There is no help for itP" I asked, pite-
ously.