New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-09

that mad just arisen, convulsinv wa
IN the middle of great bloody sts,a
The funny had died. Much !.
The life of his only son, his Antos; sa'sa
exchange for that beastl God! nv
way of earning ones bread? .
He swan about for more than nm
believing, every time he felt anvtb;ns a's
him. that the body of his child was ~ ss.s
to arise from beneath his legs. ;nss s's'
that the shadows of the waves wss
corpse of the boy floating upon ,bs -, Y
He would willingly have rema,nas
would gladly have died there with =. q
The godfather had TO fish him on. 49,, ~ soy
him to remain in the boat. a. - !. -''''
a rebellious child. WIZ
What are we to do. Antonio?.
He made no reply.
you mustn't take it that wav. msn .
is life. The child died where all ors ~" ,''
died-where we ourselves shall Ha =.
simply question of sooner or late, ~
But we must give thought to the living ,,
member, we're poor people"
And fashioning two running knots \. :.
cured the body of the funny, town. !
along after the vessel, which left ~,
of bloody foam
The wind favored them, but the host :,
Quilted, it sailed badly, and the two M,
above all else sailors, forgot the catas,,
phe, and, with scoops in hand. hen. -,
into the hold and bailed out stream, :,
water. Thus the hours passed BY. M
rough task dulled Antonios senses and A.
vented him from brooding; but from ID
eyes coursed tears and more tears. WIKI
mingling with the water from the bold IS
into the sea over the grave of his son.
The vessel sailed on with increa,,,
speed, feeling that it was growing |ies,,
within.
The little harbor was in view, with 3,
groups of white cottages gilded by the !.
ternoon sun.
The sight of land awoke in Antonio III
deadened grief and terror.
what will my wife say? What viii n
fina say?" groaned the unhappy fellow,
And he trembled like all energetic d
brave men, who, at home, are slaves to I'D
families.
Over the sea, like caress. was wais|
the rhythm of joyous waltzes. The WI
from the land greeted the boat with lityl
joyous melodies. 1t was the music from n
square before the Casino. Underneath b
fat palm trees filed by, like the besds 4
rosary of coiors, the silk parasols n
straw hats and the bright, snowy cloths,
the summer vacationists
The children, dressed in white and nd
were jumping about and running after .hs
playthings or formed merry circles, tun.
ing about like colored wheels.
On the wharf the fsherfolk we're ah,siy
crowding together; their eyesight, accvs
toned to the vast spaces of the sea, hi
recognized what the vessel was towing ]
Antonio, however, looked to the end Of b
pier at tall dark woman, alone upr
large rock, her skirts blown about b. Il,
wind.
They reached the wharf. What an on
ton! Everybody wished TO obtain Glow
view Of the huge animal. The fshefneI
from their dories, cast envious glancss; ~
urchins, naked and with skin tannsd i
brick color, Owed into the water 10 ssta
the enormous tail.
Rufna elbowed her way through II
crowd, reaching her husband, Who VII
bowed head and a stupid expression, r
ceived the congratulations of mis- Friends
"And the child? Where is the childr
The poor man bowed his head even loEIE
he let it sink between his shoulders, al
he would gladly have made it disappear 8
together, so that he should hear notdirl
see nothing
But where is Antonico? ?"
And Rufina, with eyes ahlazc, as II fssd
to devour her husband, grasped him by tn
shirt bosom shaking the strong man riislg
She released him in a moment, however sr
raising her arms, burst into frightful val
ing.
"Oh. Lord' :. He is dead. My Antofs
has been drowned! He is in the seal
eyes, wife," said the husband slOvl
dazed. stammering, and as if his tssf
choked him. 1--WE have beer visited b!
terrible misfortune. The child is dead; B
is where his grandfather is; where ] sh'
be some day. From the sea we eat ard u
sea must some day swallow US. -. There
no help for it. We are not all born to
bishops
But the woman no longer heard him y
had fallen to the ground, in the thrcss
a nervous crisis, and was kicking sbo'
violently, displaying her thin, tanned make
ness--that of beast of ourden--whie s.
tore her hair and clawed at her face.
my son. f. Ny Antonicoi -"
The neighbors from the fshermen's gus
ter ran to her assistance. They knew Vs'
we'll what this meant; almost all Of The
had passed through similar ordeals. lp
lifted her. supportino her with their stre'