The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-02-19

cupies most of the benches of the Cafe
of the Good Appetite to-day. and that
silent pensive girl in white mantilla
and snowy muslin gown, who does not
seem one of the boisterous company
she is the bride.
The jewelry shops are open and doing
thriving trade. Young men buy we'd
ding rings and try them on the fingers
of their promised wives, and faint
hearted bachelors part with their hard
earned coins for silver tipped horns
against the evil eye. A buXom flower
woman in clean bingham stands at the
door of the busiest SjeWelrN shop holding
a basket of fresh dahlias and carna-
tons mingled with asters that have lost
the bloom of youth. 1t is a sure place
for her trade: the mating couples, proud
in the possession of thu wedding band,
stop at the basket and the future nus
band is penurious indeed if he does not
put posey into the hand of the bride
elect. In the lives of these people there
are two events thatgthey mark with the
tribute of flowers marriage and death.
The honeymoon wanes swiftly. Near
the jewelers. stands at the curbstone a
pushcart heaped with tawdry ribbons
of every hue-a job-fot of brummagem
with which a peddler has invaded New
Italy. A young bridal pair stop, the
woman gazes wistfully at the riot of
color, but the husband, with an angry
''maledetto" commands her to move
forward They have been married two
days, and are in from the country to
celebrate their first Sunday of conjugal
existence in Mulberry Bend.
Bearded men in the role of newsboys
below the Sunday newspapers printed
in the Tuscan tongue: II Progresso!
L'Araldo! LItaliano in America Due
soldii' (TWo centsO Literature is
scantily nourished, but tobaccO-sellng
thrives, and the man without a long
rat-taifed cigar in his mouth is marked
among his. fellows. They are all in their
best clothes and starehed shirts. A few
even wear collars, and where the neck
tie is affected it is often bright crimson
or green and white. Not a woman from
whose ears do not hang long pendants
of gold and not a feminine head that
does not CLEAN in 4foily smoothnass
| Shawls woven in the fantastic tones and
designs of Italian looms splash the
crowd with color. and one or two Of
those large rayed combs that Alpine
maidens love to wear CLINT in the sun
| light of Paradise park. There is much
! counting going on in the park, the in
| terested ones caring not whit for the
stare of unsympathetic eyes or the cold
weather, as they sit on the benches in
sweet oblivion to all but themselves.
MINUS u dtltltlNe men are cllnSlnS
| to the fakirs that have telling
birds, prize packages of candy. or
strange machines that wheeZe melodies
born in the Tenderloin-that Arcadia
of the yokel of which the Bend knows
only through the monograph.
New Italy is out to-day. The side
walks are too narrow for the buzzing
| stream. the aSphalted roadway has be-
come the promenade, and here the
| ma mr. ms nf tall byF
black men of Messina, with the hair
and skin of Persia, exiled mayhap from
| Aetna'S slopes by the glowing lavaS
that burn up olive grove and vine
yard; red, flat-nosed men of Lombardy
often driven from their fertile plains by
the ruin that rides grimly on the fresh
cts of the Pc, but oftener brought by
the tax collector; cowherds and clod-
breakers of the Roman campagna,
| whose sweet-toned dialect finds an an
tiphonal note in the patter of the gaunt.
but brawny sons of er-plagued
Maremma. Here and there in the rest
| full, idle throng struts a labor contrac-
tor, out to salute and be saluted by
his army of toilers. They tip their
hats to him, one and all-Sturdy dWarfs
| of Calabria and the Basillcata, mere
pegs from the heel and toe of the Boot
clear-eyed mountaineers from the
Abruzzi, bronzed flags of half-African
| SN.llS, NdIS -uoS lelib"S iloili Iiie 4Ncd-
po1itan Sums and America mad fisher
men of the Adratic and TXrrhene. who
forsook their coinless Elysium to be-
come bod slaves with a bank account,
The procession saunters by, UNDECIDED
by mother sitting at sunlit window,
whose whole life is given for the mo-
ment to shining the heavy gold rings in
her baby's ears.
You enter that house and come to
the room where the mother is with her
six children. Yes, there are five besides
the one with the huge rings in its ears.
The eldest, a girl of 10, is combng the