The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-01-24
aernlng Star and Catholic Messenger.
JUVENILE COLUMN.
FRANK CosTxR's STORY.
sew oRLEADs, SUNDAY, JANUARY "a 1875.

FRANK COSTER9 STORY.
The following exquisite story wac writ
Zen BY Antony, of Sienna, and translated
rom the Dominican records by Father
aEteenth century. Mr. Gould, the author
eeMyths of the Middle Ages has thus
ondered it into English
There was once good priest who served
~ church In Lusitania, and he had two
pupils, little boys, who came to him daily
70 learn their letters, and to be instructed
an the Latin tongue. s3
# Now, these children were won't to come
early from home, and to assist at Mass, be-
n fore they ate their breakfast, or said their
lessons. Ard thus each day was sanctifed
b to them, and each day saw them grow in ia
VOC with God and man. =
These little ones were taughtsto serve at
the Holy Sacrifice, and they performed
their parts with care and reverence They
! knelt and responded; they raised the
priests chasuble, and kissed it's hem they
rang the bell at the Sanctus and the Eleva-
ton; and all they did, they did right
we'll. And when Mass was over, they ex.
tinguished the altar lights, and then taking
their little loaf and can of milk, retired to
q side chapel for breakfast.
One day the elder had said to his master /:
"Good father, who is the strange child
who visits us every morning When we
break our fast Z"
81 know not" answered the priest And
when the children asked the same question
day by day, the old man wondered greatly,
- and said, .sof what sort is he ."
HE is dressed in white robe without
seam, and it reaches from bis neck to his
feet"
evidence cometh he %
"He stepped down to us suddenly as it
were from the altar. And we asked him to
share our food with us and that we doeth
right willingly every morning"
ha
he asked, care there any marks by which 1
might know him were to see him ~
'Yes, father he hath wounds in his
hands and feet and as we gave him of our
food, the blood moistens the bread in his
hands till it blushes like a rosen
And when the master heard this, great
awe fell upon him, and he was silent awhile.
But at last be said gravely, sob my sons,
know the Holy Child Jesus has been with
you. Now, when he cometh again, say to
him, "Thou, o Lord, hath breakfasted
with us fall often; grant that We brothers,
And the children did as the priest babe
them. The child Jesus smiled sweetly as
they made the request, and replied, abe
1t 90, on Thursday next, the Day of Ascen-
sion, ye shall all sup with me-"
80 when Ascension Day arrived, the
little ones came very early as usual, but
they brought not there loaf, nor their tin
of milk: And they assisted at MasA as
usual, they vested the priest; they lighted
the tapers they cbanted the respond they
rang the bell. But when Paz Vo1iscuns
had been said, they remained on their
knees, kneeling behind the priest. And SO
they gently fell asleep in Christ, and they
with their dear master, sat down at the
marriage feast of the Lamb"
DICKS PRAYER.
Dick stood in the doorway, the chill
breeze lifting his hair.
"Looks Ikea Storm" he soliloquized.
I've q mind to carry amt Manda's basket
over now, fore supper"
''Perhaps you'd better" his mother said,
cutting the pie into nine pieces, for the
nine little Garys, and giving Dick his
"better start right off. Those cloud banks
over there look like snow."
Aunt Manda, as Dick had called her,
although she bore no kind of relationship
to the Garys, lived about two miles distant
that JIG, two miles by the main road. But
Dick, when he saw how black and thick
the storm was gathering around him, re-
solved to cut across, thus shortening the
distance considerably. Buttoning his jack
ct tight about him, and tying his purple
comforter over his care, the brave little
fellow started out. The wind whistled
and tore away with all its strength at his
but he kept manfully on his
way. AT last the storm came.
along, "this is not as comfortable as it
might be.''
The driving particles of sleet, sharp as
needles, stuDg his face; the snow coming
still thicker and faster, almost blinded
him, filing his eyes and sitting in among
the folds of his muf1er.
"Pears to me ought to be most there"
be said at last, straining his eyes in vain
to discOver some old land mark. Every
thing was go strange. Chilled through and
thro', he wandered on, now stumbling and
falling among the drifts of snow. Dick
was lost and he knew he was lost. He
thought he was going to freeze, and, falling
On his knees, he asked God to guide him,
and If it should be His will that he should
never see his dear home again, TO take him
% heaven. Then he got mp and staggered
onward. His shoulder came in contact
With sharp corner, his foot tripped and he
ell again, down, down against something !
warm. A delicious sense of comfort stole
'ver him, and he remembered nothing