The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-08-30

and there was nothing on the floor but
DUST and rubbish. The men locked the
heaVy iron door of our prison and went
Out without paying any attention to
us When We asked for something to
eat. We were nearly starved before
we got caught, and when we were
locked up we began to think that We
were dying. But we were young and
strong and could stand more than we
thought we could
Two days passed before the men
came back, and by that time l was so
sick that l did not know where 1 was.
L remember dreaming that was home
and that my mother was cooking, but
would not give me anything to eat.
When l came to consciousness I
was in strange place. I found that T
had been taken from the castle and
that l was in the home of one of the
farmers on Count Tolinskl's land I
was deathly hungry, but when / asked
Tor something to eat was given a blow
on the head with stick. / never
learned who the people were, but after
a few days [ was SO much better that
| ran away at night, and after walking,
L cannot remember how far, / reached
my home.
Il did not attempt to run away again
even though my only welcome when I
came back was sound thrashing
with rawhide whip My companions
never came back home and 1 never
heard what became of them. 1 do not
know whether they starved to death in
the castle or whether they escaped as
I did and kept on their way. 1 stayed
home for ten years, when I left after
my mother died, and came to this
country. | have been in America fif-
teen years"
His Home Was on Mount Lebanon.
The pleasant slopes of Mount
Lebanon were the boyhood home of
George Toby, who now conducts a
peddlers' supply store on Chicago ave-
hue. Toby has lived in st. Paul for
many years.
The great forest from which Solo,
mon got the cedar to build his temple
has now disappeared" said Toby, but
there are still many trees on the noun
tain. My home was in a village on
the side of the mountain, and it was
one of our pleasures to go up the
mountain on trips, taking our lunches
with us. That was when we had fin
ished our work.
Work is much harder in the old
country than it is here, and we did not
get much for it. But the pleasures we
had were many. The village was quiet,
and little, if anything, ever disturbed
the people.
I'VE were given education by teach
ers who went around to-teach all the
children in the village. We were
taught to read and write and spell, and
studied the history of our country. We
hardly ever heard of America, and ]
did not know of it till I was young
man.
There was nothing startling about
the life in that village. 1t was much
the same as village life here in Amer
lea.
when I was boy one of my chief
delights was hunting and many happy
days l spent in rowing over the low
lands at the base of the old mount
Game was plentiful and we were al
lowed to shoot as much as we liked. ]
would like to make a visit to the old
place."
From Vine-CIad Hills of Italy.
"Anthony Escopola' Is the way the
padre wrote it when the fond parents
presented their first born at the bap-
tismal font in the little vine-clad
chapel at Florence thirty-one years
ago, but the proud occasion is beyond
the memory of Tony He sells fruit
in st. Paul now, tropical fruits that
only the Italian can display SO tempt
ingly, but it is in grapes that Tony
eXeels, those luscious, wax-like prod
ucts, wrapped in oiled paper and redo-
lent with the atmosphere of the vine
clad hills that Anthony once climbed.
"Ah, da fina grapa,'' said Anthony, as
he temptingly held bunch aloft, "but
da no SO godda as grapa from Florence
All, des de cey! Granda place! Coma tc
des countra when feefteen. Crossa