obviously stricken with fear. Her face brought
instantly to my mind the famous picture of the
sorrowing mother. "Dolorosa!" I said. The
tone and the word sufficed, and she opened the
door wide enough to let me enter. In a corner
of the room lay two children with marks of star-
vation upon them.

Laying my hat and bag upon the table, to
indicate that I would return, I flew to the near-
est grocery for food, taking time, while my
purchases were being made ready, to telephone
to a distinguished Italian upon whose interest
and sympathy I could rely to meet me at the
tenement, that we might learn the cause of this
obvious distress.

My friend arrived before I had finished feed-
ing the children, and to him the little mother
poured forth her tale. She, with three chil-
dren, had arrived some days before, to meet the
husband who had preceded her and had pre-
pared the home for them. One bambina was
ill when they reached port, and it was taken
from her, why she could not explain. She was
allowed to land with the other two and join
her husband, and the following day, in answer
to their frantic inquiries, they learned that the
child had been taken to a hospital and had died
there. Then her husband was arrested, and she,
unacquainted with a single human being in the

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