New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1856-01-12

~, ,s,e she became 70 prefourdy absorbed 10 prayer
and meditation that sbe fsl into sort OF eceacy quo
did No. Observe when the uare was ended, and every
hodv Ieft the church She remained alone, sunk VI
c,p.mps;on and did not perceive the Eight OF hour
% Suddenly awakening from her trance and return
ing 70 earth she surprised 70 md me enarch 80
t,Il and dark She hurried out, supposing that the
Jav vas coudy The XIV was Of the pures; blue, but
~. ,un was acting Eta wac struck viii terror; soe
tLoueht of her dinner which had begun 10 De prepared
at az hour when il ought to be ready 10 De srvsu up
She directed her steps homewaru IN ali haste athough
beieyno hat she would BE- tanned away and that she
derved IN be- for she had failed in her duty toward
them and caused them great embarrassment. A
have said elsewhere, the giving OF dinner y 40.
Tob, matter a; Genoa; il il grave occurrence, i'm
rSrtant for thote who give II; interesting rare and
c,riors for the neighbors Attention was already FL
cited What, then, could BE- said TO the assembled
guestsi There would be absolutely nothing for them
70 eat, Zita's employers would be Inundated Knocked
poIted at their guests might think themselves hoaxed
and irsuted The least that could happen to her was
10 be dsgrscefuly dismissed, and under such crcum-
s,ances as would make il bard for her 10 find another
She could bear the lo=s Of the place, but she was
in urofound sorrow for the trouble she had caused 10
the fsmy. who, in spite Of their indifference about
fast-days had been good TO her and bad a claim 70
her frntitude. When she reached the door Of theu
house her courage failed her, and she had mind to
run away. when she reflected that she ought not -
avoid the reprinand OF her fault.
." There was no heavenly patron OF cooks then; Tor
not to what saint 70 turn and addressed herself to God
and PRAYED ferveutly that He would give her strength
10 support the bitterness Of the trial to which her In
excusable negligence had exposed her. When she
had said her prayer she went into the mousse mummy
but TesOutely.
Suddenly she stopped in the .ntry-way; CRATE
ful odor of ewed meats assailed her nostris. What
can this mean 7 she thought to herself. A ragout
a. am alive. Ny mistress discovered my absence
ard has cent for another cook. shall be turned away
al the same, but there will be dinner, and no one VIII
suffer for my fault but myself
I" Zita went few steps further, then stopped again
and snuffed I'D Whit Of that savoTy odor which ex-
hailed through the house. Truly, said She whoever
made that ragout is skilfu body And then there
awoke in her little feeling of human pride which she
suppressed instantly. thought was the best, but
there is some here who IS at least as good as l.
And Zita entered the kitchen Just as she entered,
she heard sound Ike the whiring Of wings. She "a"
nobody and thought II was the rustllng OF the new
cooks gown who had probably just passed rapidly
into the next room. The range was lighted the stew
pans were az on and each sent forth an exquisite
flavor Zita lifted the covers and tasted. was
wrong she thought TO herself, in saying that she
who made these TagOuts was equal TO me- am NOT
worthy to unite her apron-strngs did not know that
my ART could go go far. But where can she be 7
I" Zita waited; no one came. But, said she, how
can such skillfu cook such rsk OF letting her
dishes burn She drew the sewpans little oil from
the fire and that the fire was blue. She looked
for the cook IN vain In the dining-room, where che
found the table set with the utmost care and neaneS
che met her mistress, who said: W ELL Lta are yCh
readyl Signora, replied Zita, the dinner is ready
but cannot find the person.
"'What personl The guests are on the terrace
with my husband, and there is no one here hut you
and l..
"Zita thought she was dreaming OF had been
dreaming She served up the dinner. II was eI-
quisite II is talked of 10 this day in certain families
where tradition has preserved the memory OF th, ban
quet that took place two hundred years ago
Zita had only to return thanks. Angels they say,
came 10 get her dinner ready during the ecstasy in
which she was absorbed at the church. 1t must have
been charming scene; all those pretty little angels
like those doubt, which we see in the pictures OF
Muriol Imagine them with their little aprons and
little white caps futtering from one pan to another
stirring the sauces and tasting them with The end of
their little rosy fingers.
and that Is the legend of Saint Zita, it was told
me at Neni by my cook there, who, alas did my
cooking herself