The islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1891-1899, 1896-07-23

cooking emnipresent u Il any Won
der the good wife hopes their fortune
will soon be made, 30 that she may
feel the soft air Of Italy again3
But some way, the fortune comes
slowly. In the summer time, indeed,
the father ID 80 fortunate as to Sc
cure work on the streets. and his wages
Of $1.25 per days seems princely, until
he finds with what ready facility money
slips away even from an Italian In
Chicago. The boy Is soon Initiated by
his comrades into boot backing and
paper selling. and In the early fall the
elder daughter goes into tailor shop
where she sits all day over work that
Is taking all the youthful vigor and
beauty out Of her, and worst Of all,
the poor mother means, she SCOTS and
jeers now at the old, simple life in
Italy, and manages to pass half the
night-she doesn't know where, or with
whom. Her wages are not making
them rich, either-who said money
was easy to get In Chicago-her wages
are only $3.50 week.
And her son-he curses and drinks
and refuses to 60 to confession. Even
her husband, so good and pious In
Italy, doesn't seem to care any more
for what the priest says. and often
comes home drunk. Oh, why did they
come to America? And the one room
gets dirtier and dirtier, while they be-
come poorer and poorer. Winter comes.
and the father Is out of work. Then
the mother visits the tailor shop and
comes home with an armful of boys
pants to flnish-for which she gets g
cents per dozen pair. If she works
hard she can make eighteen, possibly
twenty-four cents a day. Truly, q
fortune is easily made in Chicago!
But the depths are not yet. The
husband. taking pattern after his
neighbors, thinks they might take q
lodger or two; and they make their
appearance the next might've low
browed, vicious-looking countrymen,
whom Ave years In Chicago have bru-
talized, and the desperate mother shud-
ders when she sees the glances they
bestow upon her daughter-now -,
and all innocence well night stamped
out Of her.
Then, by and by, she gives up hope,
and sits and broods day after day
with an ominous look in her eyes. WREN
by chance they rest upon her little. g.
year old daughter. What chance Is
there for her?
Morning papers! Times Herald.
Tribune, News! All about the murder
and suicide! Paper, sir7 And Chris
tians and philanthropists read and
sunderland then dismiss the natter
as an everyday occurrence. A poor
Italian women, Gin temporary flt Of
insanity" has killed her little 6-year-
old daughter, stabbing her to the heart
with knife, and then, with the same
weapon, she cut her own throat. The
reporter says there seemed 10 be ''no
special reason for her madness" And
mothers exclaimed over the lack Of
maternal instinct among the poOr-ard
then went shopping, and were SO blind
they could not see the blood that ev-
erywhere stained the ready-made gar
ments exposed for sale!
And the Recording Angel wrote down
the word Murder-but not after an
Italian name; and opposite many thou
sands Of names, respectable and re-
vered on earth, he wrote: "Inasmuch
as We did it not to one Of the least Of
these, We did 1t not to me-"
Then a great city was called to judg-
ment, ans, the verdict upon her was
this:
"She maKeth her poor a reproach and
shame, compelling them to live In
conditions under which 1t Is impossible
to be pure Because Of her worship of
money. and because of mems blood
and for the violence Of the land. Of tho
city, and Of all that dwell therein. the
stone shall cry out Of the wall. and the
beam out Of the timber shall answer
it'"-Ram's Horn. ,
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