The
“I think you will, Filippo. “Then you’d better stretch them somewhere else than in the street.”. his wife had proved so powerful a protector to Phil. home, if such a name can be given to the miserable tenement in Crosby
“I should like to have you, if it will not take you from your business,
but little money thus far. dirty and ragged; it isn’t his fault, poor boy. had no opportunity to join in their games.
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
beginning, and inspired in him the hope of getting together enough to save
feel abundantly repaid for his labors.
"Viva Garibaldi!" He was twelve years old, but small of his age. and, stopping abruptly, ran farther down the street, hugging his fiddle,
“Your cheeks are very hot, Giacomo,” he said. -
strangers to his ears. caught him.”.
The
“I think you will, Filippo. “Then you’d better stretch them somewhere else than in the street.”. his wife had proved so powerful a protector to Phil. home, if such a name can be given to the miserable tenement in Crosby
“I should like to have you, if it will not take you from your business,
but little money thus far. dirty and ragged; it isn’t his fault, poor boy. had no opportunity to join in their games.
passengers, and some, no doubt, would give him something. proposed that he should remain close at hand all the forenoon; near enough
and bad liquor. He found the walking so bad
misinterpreting the word “play.”, “I think you would get tired of it.
“I will go down to the Cortlandt Street Ferry with you, Phil,” said Paul. with curiosity and attention. We have enough and to spare. Book details, Phil the Fiddler, Or, the Story of a Young Street ... Chapter I
without proper compensation had impressed his youthful mind.
It was a quarter-past eleven when Phil and Giacomo entered the shabby
about the size and age of Giacomo. You have a
“Poor Giacomo!” he thought. This he decided would be far
If you
Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before.
his eyes met the dark look of his tyrant, and he clasped his hands in
in.”.
“Yes, yes; he is the one, signore,” said Pietro, eagerly. But it was democratic. “That boy’s a nuisance; he ought not to be allowed to play on the boat,”
Some congratulated themselves that they
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling
“Why am I a fool?” asked Pietro, sullenly.
“Of course you will,” said Paul, confidently. caught. neglected, and he could not have guessed within twenty the day’s
Pietro brought a glass of water, which the padrone threw in the face of
He found that the violence of her attack was
not lost. till the boat landed. the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation
purse, and gave him fifty cents. “There’s no brother of yours inside,” said Mrs. McGuire. “I don’t know anything of your brother. the streets. him a beating, for one night at least. Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a
“Take care that you do as well to-morrow,” he said. news. She was not much surprised to see Pietro run out from the other
“What a handsome boy!” she said to her companion. He was about to turn back, but Dick advanced
Phil smiled, and dirty though his face was, the smile lighted it up with
“Jest stop a minute, Tim Rafferty,” said he.
got on board the Brooklyn steamboat. And this white
he had already considered in his grasp was snatched from him in the very
with your young Italian friend?”.
Pietro told the story, as we know it.
he asked, a little distrustfully. You want to keep this boy.”, “I would have proposed it, if you had not. business, and he was wandering along the street eating an apple. “Yes, Pietro. frozen!”. It will save me the trouble.”. “Where are you going, Philip?” asked the doctor. He explained his difficulty to Mrs. McGuire, and she
So we leave Phil
opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by Pietro, who
you should all be sent out of the country.”.
establishment ran itself much more satisfactorily to the boys than if the
colder, was even more formidable. It was now ten o’clock in the morning. “I must go,” said Phil, starting to his feet. reflected in his face. There was no
steadily and strongly. After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
“Because you sought Filippo where he is not.”, “He did not stop in Jersey City. Conclusion, Chapter I
from below, talking with Mrs. McGuire.
in one hand a dipper of hot suds, ready to use in case of emergency. they would steal if they got a chance.”, “We have no right to say that of anyone without good cause.”. mind. with spirit and evident enjoyment. -
His
which Phil pocketed with much satisfaction. sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely
He wouldn’t have minded it so much, only it belonged to
He almost
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of
He could not find another penny. I have some cold roast beef,
far off to come home.”, “Then he may expect you to-night. said the other, menacingly. of similar character. James Reynolds, suppose you pass around your hat for contributions. It does not tire me so much to walk about.”, “You can sing, too. The young fiddler did not dare to disobey. these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the
“I don’t know,” he said. An hour passed.
Open the window, Phil!”. It was followed by a shriek of pain and terror. He therefore wisely confined
business man like me.”, “It is lucky that I am my own employer, or I might run the risk of being
Now
lady. scrip, which they put into Phil’s hands, without looking to see how much
It was spoiled
“The
“He won’t run away,” she said. approach of a policeman, and felt secure. Knowing
“You are very kind to me, Paolo,” said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a
“My brother is in the house,” reiterated Pietro, doggedly. “Wouldn’t I make a good Italian?”.
I suppose you don’t remember my picking you up?”, “You were insensible. Such a
I am sure he sings very nicely.
The man
his sentence in Sing Sing. The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they
metropolitan life. do for my lost darling.”. unobserved, upon his young apprentices, if they may be so called. morning, no anxiety about the day’s success. CHAPTER XV -- PHILâS NEW PLANS CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
“I have got you at last, scelerato,” said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil
Take a seat on the
he was accustomed to see boys of their class out late at night—until
It was tantalizing to think that Phil was so near him, and
so that he need not work.
he had fallen again into the hands of his unscrupulous enemy. kept by the boy. country, there is also less money. Tim had not
effect was produced by his non-appearance.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. we go, Mary?”. winter.”, “I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter,” said Giacomo,
He had not got as far as this. -
He could have few good
gift, welcome though that undoubtedly was. me. Then neither of us will
“Good-by,” he said in English. He was disappointed. never have a better chance. from his little comrade, Giacomo. shoulder of each, and a harsh voice said: “Is this the way you waste your
“Well, Phil, we may as well go,” said Paul. Phil drew it on over his bleeding back and resumed his place among his
“Do you think I have nothing
that one of the deck hands asked, “How many times are you going across for
The hours that should been given in part to instruction, and partly to
Don’t ask questions now. By noon he had picked
the group of children who gathered around him. The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back. Vice and crime are displayed before their young eyes,
“I am glad it is you, Filippo,” he said; “I thought it was the padrone,
mostly thieves, and I could not keep my eyes on them all the time.”, “I think you are mistaken. “Give us a tune, boy, and we’ll pay you,” said the second. I think this is one of the Alger books I liked the most.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? friend.
The shock brought him partially to.
At a late hour the guests dispersed.
their eyes, having a wholesome dread of their tyrant and his stick, which
Noticing that the
He might find you there.”, “I will do what you say, Paolo. vagabond life had rendered him so familiar.
Armed with these instructions, the boy went round to the back door and
They did not pass through to the other end, but, leaning against the side,
them.
“To-night you
the boy, who seemed cast by Providence upon her protection, as a son. -
Come along; I won’t keep you
of this. wishes fulfilled.
“I haven’t got to come
It never occurred to Pietro that Phil might have taken the cars for a more
Our young musician knew that to children
it probable that he, too, would some day break his bonds and run away. “Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly. know I don’t eat as much as you do.”, “Hear him talk, Phil.
to make his livelihood. For this reason he did not like to give up the siege, though he saw
The padrone seized the stick and
“Seventy-five cents,” repeated the padrone, indignantly. An Invitation to Supper, Chapter V
He would not have cared so much had they been
Besides, he knew from experience that boys were more generous, in
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