New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-04-19

you done, senor' We have barely enough to
live upon, and you bring two children F! | sup
pose must beg from door to door, for you and
them, And, for mercy's sake, who are these
children! The sons Of that brigand, gipsy,
thief murderer, perhaps am sure they have
never been baptized!" At this moment the in
FAINT began to cry. 'tAnd pray, Senior Clerigo,
how do you mean to feed that child !? You know
very well that we have no means Of paying
nurse. We must spoon-feed it, and nice nights
that will give me! 1t cannot be more than six
months old, poor little creature" she added as
her master placed it in her arms. "Fortunately,
| have a little milk here;'' and forgetting her
anger, she busted herself in putting some milk
on the fire, and then sat down beside it to warm
the infant, who seemed half frozen. Her master
watched her in silence, and when at last he saw
her kiss its little cheek, he turned away with a
quiet smile.
When at length the little one had been hushed
into gentle slumber, and when Margarita, with
the assistance Of her masters cloak, and some
of her own clothes, had made bed for the elder
boy, and placed him in it, the good man told her
how the children had been committed to his care,
and the promise he had made, though not in
words, to protect them.
"That is very right and good, no doubt said
Margarita; "I only want to know how we are
all to live" The priest opened his Bible, and
read aloud:
"Whosoever shall give to drink unto one of
these little ones cup Of cold water only in the
name Of disciple, verify, say unto you, he
| shall in no wise lose his reward"
| "Amen" said Margarita.
| Twelve years passed by. The parish priest Of
San Pietro, who was now more than seventy
years old, was sitting in the sunshine at his
| door Near him, boy Of about twelve years
old was reading aloud from the Bible, looking
occasionally towards d tall, fine looking young
man, who was hard at work in q garden close
| by. Margarita, who had now become blind, sat
and listened Suddenly the sound Of wheels
was heard, and the boy exclaimed-'s Oh j! the
beautiful carriager' A splendid carriage ap.
preached rapidly. and stopped before the door
A richly dressed servant approached and asked
| for cup of water for his master.
"Carlos,' said the priest to the younger boy
&c go, bring water to the gentleman; and some
wine if he will accept it. Go quickly p at thi:
moment the carriage-door opened, and gentle
man, apparently about fifty years old, alghted
care these your nephews? said he to the
priest.
"They are more than that, senor; they arr
my children-the children of my adoption
90 How is that"
Sc will tell you, senior, for am old and poor
and know but little of the world, and am il
much need of advice for know not what to dt
with these two children He related the story
we have just told. Sc And now, senior, what dt
you advise me to do p
sApply to one of the mobiles of the court, who
must assign you pension of four thousand du
cats"
"I asked you for advice, senior, and not fol
Jest"
''And then, your church must be rebuilt W
will call it the Church of the Cup of Cold Water
Here is the plan. See this is to be the wear
age; and here, divided by this paling -''
" What does this mean! What would yo1
say? And, surely, remember that voice, tina
face"
' 1 am Don Jose della Riberia: and twelv
years ago, was the brigand Jose. escapet
from prison; and-for the revolution mad
great changes-am now powerful. My chill
dren-"
He clasped them in his arms. And when a
length he had embraced them hundred times
with tears, and smiles, and broken sentences
and when all had in some degree recovere
their composure, he took the hand of the priest
and said, ''Well, father, will you not accept tn
Church Of the Cup of Cold Water % The ol
man, deeply affected, turned to Margarita, an
repeated;
=" Whosoever shall give to drink unto one
these little ones a cup Of cold water only in th
name Of a disciple, verify say unto you, h
shall in no wise lose his reward
, ''Amen!'' replied the aged woman, her voic
, tremulous from emotion.
A short time afterwards, Don Jose della Ribe
ria and his two sons we're present at the conse
Grafton of the church Of San Pietro-d Vaso-d
Aqua Fra, one Of the prettiest churches in til
neighborhood Of Sevila.