Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-07-18
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So Broughton put s into his own hat
and passed it around among the throne
that had been attracted by the noise.
When he gave the collection TO the WON
an, she wiped her eyes, kissed his hand.
with many benedictions, and went hel
way.
Broughton's assignment had taken
him in the direction of Mulberry bend.
As he returned through that quarter he
saw hundred yards in front of him a
woman with q tray of images ON her
head. BE quickened his pace and soon
was near her. 1t was the same Italian
she had replenished her tray with more
saints and heroes and graces. $50 it is, .
unused young Mr.. Broughton-whos still
trailed clouds of the glory of journalism
that in this world no one is indis-
pensable. One perishes, another replaces
himi"
just then, staggering around a cor
ner, appeared the former breaker of
images, and again, as if ON purpose. he
swung his arm rudely against the wom-
an. As before, crash, lamentations
and crowd. The dwellers of Mulberry
bend, themselves we'll acquainted with
poverty, gave of their few copper coins
to her, who sat wailing among the ruins
of her wares. They helped her to pick
I'D such OF the casts as were not IRENE
diably broken and to replace them on
the tray. This time Broughton did not
stay to act as consoler. The aggressor
had walked off rapidly, and the reporter
followed him. After five minutes chase
they turned into an unspeakably dirty
alley, where the Italian entered door
way without noticing that any one pur-
sued him. Broughton, having made sure
that he should recognize the house
again, hastened to the nearest police
station and told the story.
"She was quiet, decent little body"
he said to the officer. "That great, hulk
ing brute struck her on purpose the Sec
ond time, even admitting that the first
time might have been by accident. +"
Two policemen were detailed to ac-
company Mr.. Broughton, who was
known to the chief of the station, and
he led them straight to the door where
the Italian had entered Up the dark
and broken stairs they climbed, Brough-
ton shrunk from contact with the Shiny
walls. 1t seemed to him that evil odors
were depositing themselves there in
pestilential fungous growth. At last they
emerged upon landing Achild leaned
over the baluster of the story above.
Broughton tossed him a nickel.
"My little man, is there an Italian
living in this house?"
The child picked up the coin and
stared in silence.
"Say, kid, is dere dago here?" one
Of the policemen translated.
The boy pointed with thumb to
door at tho left of the landing where the
three men stood. Broughton felt the
thrill of the righteous avenger. The
malicious brute who had twice destroyed
the wares Of the poor little image vend-
er would soon be sent to the island. And
q good radiance for the community.
One Of the police opened the door, and
they entered. They saw at one side Of the
room a long work bench, covered with
plaster images. The iconoclast sat there,
carefully mending broken figure. The
woman was leaning over his shoulder,
laughing as they chatted in their own
language.
"Eh, I always say it, Pietro, you
have holy hand at mending theml II
not, we might lose by the game. ="
81 don't say. Mariana, that st. Sam
uel is better than new, but at least he
will stick until he takes another tum-
BILE. "
So that was their trick A piece OF
real Neapolitan cunning. Broughton de-
cided that he ought to have seen through
ID sooner. The woman caught sight Of
the visitors, and ran forward with hands
clasped: "We amt done-a nottin, /" shJ
pleaded. "Dis our beez-a ness. We all
a-right-a"
eyes, you re all right" said Brough-
ton impulsively. "It was my mistake
I owe you a dollar for it. " And no laid
a silver dollar OIL the work bench of the
maker, breaker and mender of images.
The Italian looked up with real Nea-
politan smile, radiant, many toothed,
wide and irresponsible.
"Tell me about it, said the reporter.
"You not give-a me way, gent men
cops?'
"No. Go on
"Look, it Ikea dis. We not sell m
age. And say, you hear-a me, Marian
ma, we get moro money to break all !
She carry de image. Den come-a with
grand-a force-a. Patatrac All ruin-a
A-a-a-ar mel Dat, Mariana. A-ah,
poor! Dat peoplel Somebody take-a
money in hat. Don TIA cry, poor woman
After, mend-a what-a can. After, I,
Mariapna, babies, all eat. See?'
All this time tho wife stood with four
rather clean and very beautiful children
clinging to her skirts, and peeping shy
at the strangers. How could Broughton
Or any one else blame this happy family?
Indeed Broughton has never formu-
lated his views upon the case, although
he used to take social problems very SO
riously. Whenever he meets Pietro in
the street they exchange glance of in
telligence. Sometimes the Neapolitan,
by quick gesture, indicates Mariana
farther along the avenue
And then Broughton, if he has time,
assists at the nth performance of the
comedy Of the iconoclast. Elizabeth |
Pullen in ST. Louis Globe Democrat
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