New-York tribune., 1903-03-15

ISotten Dut the son who was to so back 10
the Fathcrland without his father.
The suicides way may lie our way said one
| Of the men in the pen to his companion, they
looked into the hopeless future. His troubles
are over now. They can't keep him out of that
promised land"
"A native born American can hardly realize the
bitterness of the immigrants disappointment on
being turned hack at tn" very gates of the coun
try which he has placed every hope. A gam
bier who stakes and loses his last cent on the
turn of a card still has ;th in the turning OF
his luck. The rejected Immigrant generally loses
faith in everything. from God down to his mis-
erabie self.
1t was German steamer day. the one on which
a Tribune reporter recently visited the island.
and the immigrant mil working with the
rapidity Of a vel! oiled machine. The number or
rejections small, for the thrifty German
steamship managers have an inspection of their
own the other side of the ocean.
The previous day the island was crowded with
Italians and a score of them, on one ground or
another. had fallen below the standard which
the government sets There were also a refugee
from Rumania, a couple of dolcfu SWcdes ana
Il few IIungarianS.
Woe is the portion of every man, woman ana
child who gets the Not Wanted mark They
take the verdict of the inspectors according TO
their different natures hut in one respect they
are all alike-when it finally dawnS on them
that they never become Americans nope
goes out of their lives They are going lack
to what? With the aid of Interpreter one
ask them.
Who told YOU to come to American" the in
spector asked a hollow chested Italian who was
sitting on a bag of his belongings in d corner
Of the "exclusion pen.
| He did not look up and the interpreter touched
him with his foot before he repeated the ques-
ton.
II cannot go to America, they tell me-" an
swered the unfortunate and he looked ready to
| cry out Of his big brown eyes. dozens OF my
neighbors in Caivano have come and were al
| lowed to stay. They write to me glorious &C
| counts of this great free land. That is why i
come
How did you raise the passage money 1or
yourself and family" the question when
| brought out the rest of the story
81 had a tiny farm near the city. ralseo
| the garlic and the potato, and sold them IN
Caivano Year after year the yield grew less
1 could barely make a living by working every
| hour of daylight. My children had to work. too'
and there was no Chool for them on account
Of it.
In !.merica all this would be changed I make
the money fast My little boy and girls would go
to school So l sell the little farm. the COW. the
pig, everything. 1t was not 1or hucn' oo'
enough to bring us to America
The w;ly they draw that magic word, ana
the tenderness with which they speak 1t gives
one IN idea how much it means to them
We come many days in the big ship con-
tnued this son of Naples, "and then in little
ship they bring here. A man terrible cross
asks us questions. How much money? Twelve
dollars two for each OF u.s. 1t is not enough,
they saw Whore are friends? l look for
th, letter, but it is lost. try to think where
they live to tell the man. but cannot NO
money no friends says the man. You nave 10
go back to Italy
What can 1 do there now? No farm, no
money no chance of getting work to do. We
Will starve. | suppose. I care not for myself
but my wife and the children, and we were
going to be 50 happy here
A young SSede sat III the opposite corner, ana
had purchased with practically his last cent
lust before leaving, Stockholm. His case was a
sad one for he learned that morning not only
of his rejection immigrant, but also
that he was in the last stages OF consumption
1t was nc wonder he played weird sort OF
dirge.
FL was going to have = fine farm in Mime
sofa saId he i'll answer to question His
tense was intensely past. and the tone was en-
tirelv hereft Of hope Then 1 was going to have
a wife" His tune, fer he ept on playing softly,
hit f jfp he q