The Newtown bee., 1907-04-26
ened his speed till he was safe in his house ehind bolted doors.

house ehind bolted doors.
 Among the steerage passengers on
 the ocean steamship, Caledonian, as she entered New York harbor, one
 clear September day in 's6 was a
 bright-eyed Italian boy of seven sum-
 mers. He was put aboard the ship at
 Naples by an old friend of his parents,
 both of whom had died quite suddenly
 a few months before. Alter the mea-
 gre funeral expenses had been paid,
 there were scarcely thirty dollars left
 to the little boy and in accordance
 with the wish of his father this was
 used to pay his steerage passage to
 A merica and his railroad fare to the
 little town of Lime in New York
 state, where his uncle lived, who
 manhood. This was his only living
 relation and Antonio del Farino was a lonely boy as the great steamship touched at the immigrant station, and he with the thirteen-hundred other foreigners were put ashore. He had panions, and one elderly country man offered to look after him and put him on the train for his new home. With in three hours then of first touching upon American soil, he was speeding in, an immigrant car out of the great He tried to imagine what his new home would be like, and what kind of a looking man his uncle was, for he had never seen him. It seemed an in-
 terminable journey, longer even
 than the trip on the ocean, and it seemed to him that he passed through more towns and cities than were contained in the whole of Italy. At last he heard the conductor call the name Lime as the next stopping place, although Antonio could speak nf 0rN nf ict liS hn opf h<,of and thumped hard as he thought o1 soon standing face to face with his
 uncle who would probably be at the station. The train whistled and soon stopped at tiny station surrounded by half a dozen houses and store ing down before him the bundle con. taintng all his worldly possessions. He looked around with an almost scared look, scanning with eager search the four or five men who were lounging about the platform. He found no re-
 made bold to step up to one of them and say "Francisco del Vecch1o," hop ing they might know his uncle and
 understand that he was looking fol him. Only a blank stare and shaking
 of head was the reply. Disappointed he turned next to the station agent and uttered the same name. Here again he met with failure, for the sta tion master was new in his office, and
 never knew any one by this name Francisco now was ready to cry, for his loneliness crept on him like 8 great monster. The station agent pointed to the store over yonder, and
 motioned for him to go over there He obeyed, and before the kind heart ed store keeper repeated his uncle's name for the third time. This time he received sympathetic response as the store keeper nodded his head and tried to tell him about his uncle This however was impossible, for the
 more he tried to explain, the more confused Antonio became. Finally MT Lawrence, the store keeper, h1l upon happy solution. He knew ar Italian in town who was quite fluent also in English. He sent his little boy for him to come quickly, and soon Antonio was explaining his lonely condition, and the store keeper ex. blaming the still sadder fate, that his
 uncle had sickened and died only a
 week ago. This was too much for the little lad. His long awaited joy was turned into black disappointment. He was alone in the world without a pen
 ny and unable to speak to the people
 among whom he had been cast. The