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"I knew her son. His name is Paolo. He asked me to go home with



him. Then he gave me a good supper."

"How long were you there? You might have been playing and



brought me some more money," said the padrone, who, with

characteristic meanness, grudged the young fiddler time to eat



the meal that cost him nothing.

"It was not long, signore."



"You can eat what is given you, but you must not waste too much

time."



A boy entered next, who showed by his hesitating manner that he

did not anticipate a good reception. The padrone, accustomed to



judge by appearances, instantly divined this.

"Well, Ludovico," he said, sharply, "what do you bring me?"



"Pardon, padrone," said Ludovico, producing a small sum of money.

"I could not help it."



"Seventy-five cents," repeated the padrone, indignantly. "You

have been idle, you little wretch!"



"No, padrone. Indeed, I did my best. The people would not give

me money."



"Where did you go?"

"I was in Brooklyn."



"You have spent some of the money."

"No, padrone."



"You have been idle, then. No supper to-night. Pietro, my

stick!"



Pietro was one of the older boys. He was ugly physically, and

his disposition corresponded with his appearance. He could have



few good traits, or he would not have possessed the confidence of

the padrone. He was an efficientassistant of the latter, and



co-operated with him in oppressing the other boys. Indeed, he

was a nephew of the padrone's, and for this reason, as well as



his similarity of disposition, he was treated with unusual

indulgence. Whenever the padrone felt suspicious of any of the



boys, he usually sent them out in company with Pietro, who acted

as a spy, faithfully reporting all that happened to his



principal.

Pietro responded with alacrity to the command of the padrone, and



produced a stout stick, which he handed to his uncle.

"Now strip off your jacket," said the padrone, harshly.



"Spare me, padrone! Do not beat me! It was not my fault," said

the unhappy Ludovico, imploringly.



"Take off your jacket!" repeated the padrone, pitilessly.

One look of that hard face might have taught Ludovico, even if he



had not witnessed the punishment so often inflicted on other

boys, that there was no hope for him.



"Help him, Pietro," said the padrone.

Pietro seized Ludovico's jacket, and pulled it off roughly. Then



he drew off the ragged shirt which the boy wore underneath, and

his bare back was exposed to view.



"Hold him, Pietro!"

In Pietro's firm grasp, the boy was unable to stir. The padrone



whirled the stick aloft, and brought it down upon the naked

flesh, leaving behind a fearful wheal.



Ludovico shrieked aloud, and again implored mercy, but in vain,

for the stick descended again and again.



Meanwhile the other boys looked on, helpless to interfere. The

more selfish were glad that they had escaped, though not at all



sure but it would be their turn next evening. There were others

who felt a passivesympathy for their unlucky comrade. Others



were filled with indignation at the padrone, knowing how cruel

and unjust were his exactions. Among these was Phil. Possessed



of a warm and sympathetic heart, he never witnessed these cruel

punishments without feeling that he would like to see the padrone



suffering such pain as he inflicted upon others.

"If I were only a man," he often thought, "I would wrench the



stick from his hand, and give him a chance to feel it."

But he knew too well the danger of permitting his real sentiments



to be reflected in his face. It would only bring upon him a

share of the same punishment, without benefiting those who were



unfortunate enough to receive it.

When Ludovico's punishment was ended, he was permitted to go to



bed, but without his supper. Nor was his the only case. Five

other boys were subjected to the same punishment. The stick had



no want of exercise on that evening. Here were nearly forty

boys, subjected to excessivefatigue, privation, and brutal



treatment daily, on account of the greed of one man. The hours




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