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

quite as we had left it Congratulate
ing myself on having escaped the COM
quotations had riSked I passed on
nome, flung down The Foreign Quar-
tiers of New York" and went to bed.
When L approached the fruit stand
the next morning some fresh pine
apples were prominently displayed, al
though there was something in the
way in which they were surrounded by
smaller fruits that might have led the
wary to suspect in them an unusual
number of bruises. Giuseppe leaned
gracefully against his place of bust
ness. his feet crossed. and was peeling
a partially unavailable orange for his
own refreshment
When he saw me he laid aside the
orange. rubbed his hand on his cordu-
roy trousers and extended it toward me
cordially.
1T get dere ALA right" he remarked.
"Bote feet"
And Rosa?" I inquired. rs she
safe?''
Sure" said Giuseppe. NO media
you speaka da United States. All
over"
Nhereupon he resumed his orange
and seemed to regard the whole matter
as SO entirely a thing of the past that
II was only by some questioning that
L learned the story.
. quiChty tOlu AFTER Giuseppe
mad left the Neapolitan village the
girls uncle had gradually gained COM
plete control Of all her little property.
This done. he looked for the most
prontable way of getting rid of her and
found 1T by turning her over to one of
those padroneS who every year. in spite
or the laws watchfulness, manage TO
bring hundreds of young Italian girls
to New York. there to choose between
degrading labor or a still darker fate
Alone and worse than friendless in the
great city, shut off from every means
or communication with the only soul
from whom she could expect aid. the
girl. through starvation and blows and
ever changing wileS, had unrelentingiy
fought the daily battle for her honor.
Finally she had become a virtual pris-
oner in the Arch, condemned to the
f1lthiest toll of the rag sorters, watched
by day and night, hardly leaving the
room from which she had looked when
she heard Giuseppe's song.
That was the song for which she had
faithfully waited. 1t was their old sig
nal, the song which he had sung many
times under her window at home
When he had come away they had
agreed that when it should be sung
again her answer would be the fulfill
ment of his hope Through all her
trials she had listened for it. cheered.
perhaps by the thought that she, too,
was in the land to which her lover had
come. When at last she had heard 1t
she was ready.
ALA right. now" said Giuseppe, in
conclusion. Rosa she not cry dis
morn. She laugh-sing-f fine"
l inquired about the flight to the
ferry. Of which had seen only the be-
ginning. Had he met with any further
difficulty?
No. signor." said he mildly. "Afr,ver
dead easy. Skip round corner, Jump
streeta car; ride ten, twenta block up:
ten, twenta block down, sneaka to
boat" He assumed an expression or
wisdom. "Greata town-New York.
Get loss YER quick"
And where Is Rosa?"
'Oh. down my house. Old lady keepa
da house she take cara Rosa. Sure.
go to priest dis morn-4. o'clock.
speaka. ALA right-two weeks come,
marry Rosa"
All over. indeed. I regarded him ad-
miringly, but even while admired that
unfailing business instinct of his as
serted itself once more. His attention,
wandering from subject so thoroughly
disposed Of, rested upon the pIneapples.
He took up one and showed it to me-
Its bruises had, indeed. been artfuIIy
concealed.
Said Giuseppe. turning It around
slowly, BUST him up bad last night.
Break In door. smasha ten, twenty men
all with bag pineapple. Eth, we'll. good,
l got him cheap. Not all so bad bust
like dis one. cover him up-selI him,
maybe" He tucked little lemons deity
about 1t again. Gotta lose da mon
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