THE DAILY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, SEPTEMBER 22 1898

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and clatter of feet. Thugs, pickpockets

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, a . - 1 atation YT . . : ° \ ee " —_—_—— et cates paepemedaes eae : ; fF The stories of slaughter THAT DEY IL Ok A BOY another child crawled in beside them. { i prnet se ld soldier could tell . * | was Camilla, and she wore some new an j4f Ms little son are so aw- , glittering beads of colored glass. Y | Ae ful that they would Andin the Bend was stil] t] | LSA make a sensitive child ASQUALE was his | noise of voices sing as still the hoarse ; y weep with horror and aah 1o1se Of Volces singing, grinding of organ f

pity of war on sea and / Jian 1 shrink insignificance ~fore the massacre of men “and women, for which that relent- less enemy of life, consumption, i

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devil, that boy. ‘ At least the people mof the bend said so after the episode of Beg Alley. He had never seen the skies of Italy, but Camilla, Mis sister, was born ae there. That was be- ye fore his father killed the policeman, and long before his mother went to live in Keg

i! Allev. He was only i seven, but he knew what it meant fo: a woman of the Bend tu

go and live in K+g Alley, andit lelt Camilla and him much a one. In fact, there was no one else left in the ally except the kitten— or rather the cit. For although the animal was but a few months old, it had never been a kitten.

There are no kittens in Mulberry Bend.

One day a gentleman friend of the family —Pasquale, Camilla and the cat—bought a new hand That night all of the ladies and gentleman who were hon- gored by his acquaintance sat about upon doorsteps and curbstones and admired its melody.

It was a new orcan but it did not disdain old tunes. Gradually the discordant noises and clatter of feet subsided, and the Bend grew sober under the spel] of organ music, while every cobble of its length reeked with sume story, and the glare of smoky oil lamps wedded the stenches of decaying melons and of fish,

Pasquale sat upon the curb with a swarm ‘of other humans and listened.

His garments were entirely appropriate to the sultry midsummer night. His ragged little shirt was supplemented by trousers once worn by Uncle Dominico, who kept the fish stall at the corner. Their legs shortened by the scissors, and worn by Pasquale, they had really quite the grand air. In one skinny arm he clutched close to his breast the sickly, sore-eyed kitten which was already a cat.

She had already met her mouse.

So she clung closely to Pasquale with her little sharp claws, and eyed askance the other gamins of the gutter of Mulberry Rend.

Digging her brown toes into the debris of the stones and laughing, her white teeth gleaming in the dust, stood Camilla. Pas-

organ,

| quale was ill shaped; his ugliness asserted

| itself; but Camilla was cursed with a certain

| ing young animal,

She was a wanton look- already 14. Her eyes

amount of beauty.

' held a little lurking devil, born there before

they ever saw the light. Her shining purple black hair rioted in its wild locks, and her walk was that of a feminine gamin. Like the other girls of her age, she wore a calico

| skirt, a gaudy cotton waist and kerchief,

while about her slim neck was a string of beads.

Suddenly the organ groaned, hesitated and broke into another tune.

‘‘An’ sure, what is it? asked the little Irish girl of Pasquale. °

But he shook his dark head, while from the other side of him a boy piped an answer.

**Love not !” said the boy.

**Love-a-not,” repeated Ralatdabe slowly, and then looked at his kitten. He listened a moment, and shook his head, and softly kissed it.

An hour later, after searching in vain for Camilla, he and the kitten went fast asleep hehind some emnty beer kegs. A Jittle later

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depraved type shouldered the children ot italy. All night the soiled stream of life flowed on, beating, beating, beating. and surging into the arteries called Keg Alley,

Nannygoat Alley and “Fifty-nine.” And through the narrow rifts between the tops of the grim tenements a blue strip of star spangled sky looked down.

No wonder the stars are pale.

And the kitten stretched itself lazily, licked industriously for a moment at the

dirt upon Pasquale’s pallid face, and then gazed winkingly up at the midnight sky. And Pasquale slept with the quiet of death, though Camilla grew restless and muttered in her dreams, while two scarlet spots glow- ed upon her cheeks like windflowers upon a Tuscan slope.

And around the corner in a low dive a drunken, sodden creature,whom nature had crowned with the royalty of motherhood, sang with some tipsy sailors.

Nature is a fine satirist and enjoys well a bit of ajoke. That her jokes are cruel is our misfortune.

And so the children slept.

A few days later Pasquale lost his kitten. Stealthy, cunning of eye, he sought her everywhere and said nothing. There was a strange weight in his breast, and at night when he lay in his corner behind the kegs he was lonely. For Camilla was late now elways. COace it was well on in the gray of the morning before she came. She threw herself heavily beside Pasquale and fell asleep at once, breathing heavily.

Pasquale raised himself softly and leaned over her for a minute. There was an odor about her breatlk which made him think of his mother. And he noticed that she wore a very gay neckerchief of silk which was altogether new. Then he thought again of his kitten, and his heart grew like lead, while looking up he saw that the stars had gone and that it was already day.

That day he wandered around the corner into Keg Alley. He felt a strange desire to find his mother. He had heard—he had seen—the mother of the little Irish girl fold her arms about her and press her to her breast with a sort of animal mother instinct. She had beat her an hour later, but she had kissed her first, and would kiss her again. And Pasquale had lost his kitten and want- ed his mother.

Down in the alley he paused hesitatingly before a door. As he did so it was opened may and a man—a young man—threw an inert*small mass of something living against an opposite brick wall, with a curse. And in the room he saw an unkempt woman sitting with reddened

eyes. She was laughing, and she was his mother. And then the door closed witha bang.

Pasquale knew what it was which the man had thrown out, and he knew what the black, ugly drops were upon the bricks and why the little heap of fur, after a long shudder, lay so still.

Pasquale was only 7, but he knew the classics of crime and death.

He held his hand before his face and fled.

He never quite knew how he passed that day.

Children know agony—who doubts it?

At night he stole back to the same place.

He saw there was a light in the one win- dow of the den. Just outside two China- men were haggling over the price of a very dead fish. A shadow on the shawl which

nuned over: the square of glass sug- ed Camilla. He knew then that the 1 had followed her. Just where it itt fallen in the morning he found it. He urned it over carefully. Its under side hack flattened. It had in a few hours be- a bas relief of life. Its little red protruded, and its eyes gleamed glassily. Pasquale had torn out one sleeve of his suirt; in that he wrapped it. It was approaching midnight when he finally buried it. As he came out into the Bend with a cowed, bowed head he heard the new hand organ grinding out the old tune. ‘*Love-a-not,” satd Pasquale to himself. And then suddenly he found that he was hungry. Watching his opportunity, he soon managed to steal a morsel of dried fish and some bananas. Sitting behind his ram- part of empty beer kegs he ate them, and finally fellasleep. That night the ribbon of sky blazed out in stars and faded into empty gray, but Camilla did not come at wl!

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Time swallowed up the weeks. By day Pasquale wandered about, played in the gutter, swore, fought, and lived the life of the gamin of the Bend. Sometimes he saw Camilla, and wondered a little that she found so much to laugh at. However, it grew to be sweeter than the sweetest thing in life to have her give him a hasty kiss, or even to scold him. She was all he had now, and since his kitten’s death he had never wished to see his motker.

As for the man who had killed it, he had seen him once lay kis hand on Camilla’s shoulder ; and such a flood of miserable rage had inundated his being as had ren- dered him helpless for hours. He could only lie, and choke, and groan, hiding be- hind a deserted shed.

Oh, to kill him!

To see his black blood drip, drip on the stones! The spots left by that of the kit- ten were still visible on the brickwork, and as they had run down they had seemed to form a dagger with a handle like a cross.

But in spite of the death of the kitten and the song, ‘‘Love Not,” with its mean- ing for Pasquale, he still loved that sister, that merry, laughing sister. And the nights when she stole to him and threw her thin, brown arm over him as he lay in his retreat were the happiest hours of his life. Her lips might reek of cheap gin, but that was nothing. He knew she loved him and no one else did. She was all that was left to him—this child of 7.

Camilla had grown strange. She seemed to laugh very little and her walk was weary and lagging. But she still came to him at times and petted him in her rough way.

Then suddenly her visits ceased. And most singular of all, he never saw her atday pausing at the stalls to beg of the people who sold that all might live. For three days he atole down the alley where the door was and the window with the shawl pinnedover it. Once he saw his mother open it and whisper something to the man he hated,and the man had hastened away looking about him: stealshily as he went, but not seeing

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And he thought of the days when he had been seeking his kitten. .

The next night when it was quite dark he ran breathlessiv down the alley to the win- dow. ‘The shawl was down. Within the room he could see his mother talking to a man, and could see that she was drunk, leering and muttering at the shadows.

And the shadows were many, the only light being that of a tallow candle thrust into the mouth of a beer bottle. It had been cut to allow it to enter, and the knife, a common case knife, lay beside it on a chair at the head of a pallet of straw.

And on the straw?

Yes. You have guessed it!

Camilla.

And over her the shawl dragged from the window lay with hideous smoothness, dis- closing a certain starkness of the slim feet. And though her eyes were ciosed there was still upon them and upon her sharp cheek bones a daub of cheap rouge.

After Pasquale saw the feet which had been the feet of Camilla he remembered nothing more.

That there was a crowd, that the man was cursing and binding a wound, that he had bitten human flesh to the bone, and that his own arm was broken when they tore him from Camilla’s side, he knew.

Before they took him out of the only en- vironments he had ever owned, he begged a singular favor. He staggered across the alley to the wall, and with a thumb which reeked with the blood of the man, he daub- ed into fresh prominence the faded brown mark like a dagger which showed faintly upon the bricks.

He was a singular littie devil, that boy !

And as the wheels of a great wagon bore him swiftly away he muttered furiously to himself, with alternate curses and weep- ing. some words which no one understood.

Lut possibly they were the words he breathed so constantly in his delirium at the hospital. The nurse said they were;

“Love-a-not.”

And Pasquale died.

And they said that it was better so, as he was really such a little devil, There could have been nothing ahead worth living for in his case. The doctors said that he was of the class who are criminal before birth.

I do not know, but—I wish I had Pas- qjale’s chances for mercy before the great white throne.

I—who have known from childhood of the sea of glass, the golden streets and gates of pearl, who have believed in what some wise fools call a _ fairy tale, and who have never attempted murder—I—envy that little devil of a Pasquale the look I believe he will re- ceive uae the great pure Christ, and the invitation I believe he will receive to sit on the stens of the throne.

And I am sure he will be given a cushion lest the jewels with which it is inlaid prove uncomfortable to his tired hoyish limbs, and that he shall be given Camilla, and— who knows ?—perhaps a mother.

And—yes—I also believe that he will hug to his happy heart a purring, sleek, shining eyed angel kitten.

And this in spite of the fact that he was such a little devil. JOHANNA STAATS.

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