Arizona republican., 1899-12-05
AT THE BARS OF AMERICA.
Some of the Faces That Look Through
 Them Today.

tention pen of the barge office eating rye bread and laughing. The biggest was blonde. the other two dark
 What are you doing here?" asked q visitor in German.
 'Waiting for grandpa" answered the blonde
 Where is he?'
 "Who, grandpa? He's in Philadel- phia, but he'll come to take us out of here"
 Have you parents?"
 "Only father. Mother died four years ago. Now father wants to get married again, so grandpa wants us to live with him. He wrote us a letter and sent us money to come here"
 The letter read as follows:
 My Dear Grandchildren - Your mother was my only child. but the AL mighty has taken her away from me. Now, I hear your father is going to marry again. That means that you are to have stepmother, and my Johan- mas children are to be treated cruelty AS long as your grandfather is i've
 
 living in America, and your grand mother and myself are lonely. Come. therefore, to America and escape being stepchildren. 1 have not seen you now ten years, and can it be that you have forgotten your poor old grandpa? Come and be a comfort to my old days"
 In another corner Joseph Osnato. one of the janitors of the building. was talking to a tall, graceful Italian girl. Every little while she would take out her handkerchief and wipe her eyes with it. She was in distress, and the janitor told her to cheer up.
 Whats the trouble?" asked the yis- itor.
 Signor, dear signor." the girl began. bursting into tears. T am so unhappy, so unhappy. Iyhave been here now seventeen days5 and I am afraid they'll send me back to Italy. To whom shall go there, signor? My husband, he is in a lunatie asylum. We lived only a year together, but he gave me more misery than another husband gives his wife in ten years. I've been in Amer ica before. It's better country than Italy. l know it. One can make liv- ing here, but they want to send me back to Italy. Oh, what shall I do, signor? Why did I go back? Because Alesandro-thats my husband-he said America was no good. I met him in America, but I was a fool and fell in love with him.
 "tCome to Italy he said. There we will love each other, because there are fine trees and birds over there He was cracked, but I was a fool and did not see it. I am so unhappy! Can you ask the boss here not to send me back, sig nor?"
 A yard or two off was a young peas ant woman with a 10-year-old boy by her side. She looked too young to be the boys mother.
 Tt isn't your own boy, is it?" asked the visitor through a Ruthenian inter preter.
 'No, sir; not at all. His mother could be my mother, too,'' she said de- murely. But she and the boys father are in America. They went away eight years ago. He (pointing at the boy) was a baby then, but our aunt, who has no children of her own, would not let them take him along.
 '' The sea is deep, and it is a sin to take little fellow across it. Let him grow up,' Last year our aunt died. and now the boys father sent me mon- ey and wrote me letter: Bring Di- mitri to America he said. You'll get work here and find a good husband. too So here we are"
 About an hour later Dimitri met his father in the waiting room. The peas ant looked him over and grinned.
 Whats the matter?" asked the vis- itor.
 Dimitri's father shrugged his shoul- der and said. with another grin:
 "A funny looking fellow! Doesn't look bit as I thought he would"
 Are you in doubt about him?"
 'Oh, no. He looks like his mother. and he is my boy all right, but when I was going down to get him I thought he was going to have a different face. and that he was little smaller than he is. But, what is this I see? bare foot! That won't do in America. I can't take him through the streets this way. I'll have to take him to a shoe store first Will you wear shoes?" he asked Dimitri. ..j ,...
 Dimitri nodded assent.
 Do you know me?"
 Dimitri shook his head sideways.
 Don't be bashful. Don't you know who I am?"
 "Auntie says you are my papa"
 Are you afraid of mel"
 Dimitri nodded affirmatively and be- gan to knuckle his eyes and to gasp and gag for breath.-New York Com Advertiser