The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-08-23

the Italian Or Austrian or Hungarian
peasant woman is troubled byno such
thought. She is glad to know that he
looks upon her as helpless creature;
glad to do exactly as he tells her;
glad to know that there are just such
men in the strange hurly- burly
country she has come to, who do not
expect her to know where she is go
ing, and who are wise enough to CLEAN
all the information they require from
her ticket.
Perhaps Marie odone, pretty
young Italian girl, has left sunny
Piedmont to come all the way across
a continent that she may join her
lover, who has reached the dignity of
section boss in some North Dakota
township. Marie is accompanied by a
small brother of fifteen, whose big
brown eyes are ablaZe with excite
ment when he thinks of the fine things
he will be able to do in the American
land of dollars.
They are none the worse for the
steerage passage, thanks to the amulet
Marie wears and their own rugged
health; they have convinced the stern
officials who asked them so many puZ-
zling questions before they had even
set foot on land that they were not
going to be dependents on the new
country's bounty. Two things are
precious to Marie-the amulet she
wears and the tickets her lover has
sent her. The amulet, the stern-look-
ing officials never ask to see, but the
tickets-Santa Maria! How they look
at them! One would think that
what Tonic had sent was not the
right thing at all; that the only rea-
son those stern men let her continue
her journey is that they do not know
one with her.
And then, one evening about Z
o'clock, Marie and her small brother
are hurried off the train and literally
swept by the crowd into the union sta
ton of st. Paul. With much gesticula-
ton, a man whose clothes are trimmed
with gold braid has tried to tell them
that they would have to wait many
hours for another train which will
finally carry Marie and the small one
to the waiting Tonic. So the two
stand in the center of a busting
crowd, trying not to look cowed, but
wishing, oh. so much that Tonic was
there to help them out. The scarf
which adorns Marie's dark head and
which was very fine to look at when
she left beloved Italy, is rusty look
ing now and not draped with any
coquetry. Her bright merino gown,
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torn in two places. The cape that her
dearest friend loaned her can no
longer be called an elegant garment,
for it has served to cover Marie and
her brother at night Marie's big eyes
blink fast as she sinks into seat in
the static nand pulls the small one
down beside her.
waiting for somebody?" says a
gruff voice, and Marie smiles bravely,
and says, Isl, signor," though she
doesn't know in the least what the man
in the blue coat has been saying. But
when he says ticket she understands
that and pulls out the bit of crumpled,
dirty paper and hands it to him con-
fidingly. She doesn't know it is the
station master who has spoken to her,
nor does she know that the next man
who comes up is the immigrant agent,
whose duty it is to look after just such
waits as herself. This man makes her
understand that she will have to go up
stairs and get cup of coffee, for her
train is not due for three hours. And
the coffee cheers Marie and the waiting
that follows does not seem long. When,
finally, the agent comes to her and tells
her that her train has arrived and she
must come, she follows him with a
happy though sleepy smile, for she
knows that in short time she will see
Tonic
The agent had no difficulty In TAX
ing care of Marie, for she had more In
telligence than the majority Of her