The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-04-02

As the song went on began to think.
though in the uncertainty of the light
was hardly sure, that the sash of the
WINDOW was being slowly and noise-
lessly lowered. Then. as the stanza
was concluded. there was suddenly no
douot that success had come. The fig
ure or woman was clearly to be seen
al the window, and as Giuseppe struck
mo the refrain again his strenuous
tenor was Joined by a woman's voice:
one OF those low keyed voices which
seem full of the memory of tears:
Come. then. loved one. rend the veil about
thee:
am worn with waiting. must die with
out thee
Come my love. for trus as heaven abova
thee.
must ever love thee-ever viii I love
thee.
1t was perhaps the desire for artistic
erect, inherent in the Italian nature.
that held both the singers firmly in
their places until the refrain was fin
iShed. Whatever the reason. the last
note was as well accented as the first.
Then. as the song was done, the figure
disappeared from the window. and
Giuseppe. not forgetting to gather up
his bag OF pineapples, rushed into the
shadows OF the Arch.
1 waited for the sound OF the fray.
and had not long to wait. In less than
minute there came from the alleys the
most remarkable variety OF noises
which have ever heard Sounds OF
breaking glass. heavy blows, crashing
OF doors. shouts OF men. screams of
women, all punctuated by many and
unique oaths in the Italian tongue. At
length there came a sound as IL some
heavy body had fallen down a flight OF
stairs, then the stairs themselves
e. u
later the whole uproar was suddenly
magnified, and a wild. shouting mob
burst from the dark recesseS out into
the open street.
Well in the lead was Giuseppe, with
one arm around the girl, and his bag OF
pineapples in the other hand. Italian
women have Mysteries, it seems, the
same as those bred in a keener air.
High above the shouts of the pursuers
rang her cries. uttered in her native
speech, "Oh, Giuseppe. save me, save
me! Oh, Giuseppe. have you come at
last? VIII they beat me no more :?
Oh. Giuseppe, It IS over. Do not let
them beat me. Save mel Save mel"
And always. "Oh. Giuseppe! Oh.
Giuseppe!" though she was not for
getting to go at very good speed.
But just as they swung fairly into
the roadway from the curve of their
like flash. thrust the girl behind him,
and faced his pursuers. Two dark fig
ures headed these, and from traditions
or italian character / looked for the
CLEAN of knives. But II the men had
knives they had no chance to use them.
A bag containing a dozen pineapples
swung by the arm of man strong
and thoroughly in earnest, makes a Do
tent weapon. One OF the dark figures
went down TO the pavement, the other
staggered to the curb and fell in the
gutter, and both stayed where they
struck. Surprised by this diversion.
the mob hesitated for the barest in
stant and in that instant Giuseppe,
with the bag over his shoulder and the
girl, with her hysteria under COM
parative control. got around the corner
and out OF sight.
The street had filed suddenly The
sidewalks We're packed TO the edges,
and shouting. gesticuiating figures
1osded each other In the roadway. A
half dozen heads looked from each OF
thousand windows. The tumuIt was
tremendous.
Mentally resigning the Office OF
spokesman In the language of the
United States. I started in the oppo-
site direction to that taken by
giuseppe: AT first I went slowly, not
to attract attention. AS soon as got
around corner 1 walked much more
rapidly. and as approached the ferry
think L ran, being anxious to catch
the boat.
But at the ferry house all was quiet.
Giuseppe had perhaps gained an
earlier boat. or maybe he crossed by
another ferry. When l reached the
fruit stand / found 1t padlocked and