The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-02-14
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"Aunty," cried another, ais the church
where you were christened still standingp
8 Aunt" said another, does your grace re-
tain any recollection of the day YOU were mar.
riedf"
"Uncle," asked the fourth, "are Won going
with this maiden to Alcala to have the ban.
publishedf"
mo-" answered Pedro, lazily dsmounting.
81 shall wait for that until I am of age, and
the girl has her growth"
Aunt" continued the soldiers, " shall We
help you down from that gay colt 2"
1t is the best thing you can do, my sons,"
responded the good woman.
The soldiers approached, and with kindly
attention assisted her to alight.
| Pedro found some aoquain tances in the
tavern who Immediately asked him 20 drink
them. He did not wait to be urged, and hav-
| ing drank said to them:
- IL Is my turn now, and since have accent
| ed your treat, you, my friends, and these gen.
| tlemen, whom know only to serve, will do me
the favor to drink small glass of anisetts to
my health"
"Uncle Pedro" said young muleteer of
Dos-li ermanas, tell us a story, and in the
meanwhile will take care to keep your glass
filled so that your throat don't get dry"
All me !" exclaimed Aunt Maria, who, after
having drank Der little glass of anisetts. had
seated herself upon some bags of wheat, "haye
mercy us, for if Pedro let's loose his boneIssa
member, we shall not get back to our place To
night, at least not without the miracle of
joshua
There is no danger, Maria" answered
Pedro, " but you will sit on those sacks till the
corn sprouts"
is it true, Uncle Pedro, what nv mothar
says" asked the muleteer, that in old times.
when you were young, you were q lover Of
Mara'sl
Z" 1t is indeed and feel bonored in saving
it," answered Uncle Pedro.
:" What a story - exclaimed Aunt Maria. cit
is q lie as big as house. Go along with Won.
Pedro, for boaster.-I never had o lover in
my life except my husband, may he rest in
peace"
20 Mrs. Maria, Mrs. Maria ~ said Pedro
i how very poor is your grace's memory for
you know the song
Though you take from him tho Scoptre,
Still rSmsin" unto the monsroh
Ths-thst no was once a king"
1t is true" Maria answered, that he made
owe to me one day at my Cousins window;
Tut he got such fright there that he left ma
TAINTED, and ran away as if fear had lent wings
o bis feet; and believe he never stopped
nti1 he ran his nose against the end of the
7orld."
" How is thatf" exclaimed the audience
angling heartily; ais that the way you show
our heels when you are frightened, Uncle
edroW
:" neither boast of my coarage," replied the
liter composedly, "nor do / wish to gain the
aim from FrdnciSco Este6dn."
That is being more afraid than ashamed"
" That is being more afraid than ashamed
lid Aunt Maria, who was becoming impatient.
You see, sirs," said Uncle Pedro, slyIy wink
&, " that she has not yet forgiven me, which
'oves-does it not THAT she was fond of me.
ut l should like to know" he proceeded,
which of you is the Cid CampeaSor that would
&c to have to do with beings of the other
orld; with supernatural things ~
" There was nothing more supernatural than
ur fears" interrupted Maria, land they had
more cause than the rolling of a stone from
o roof by some cat that was keeping vigil"
L Tell us about it, Uncle Pedro tell Us how
happened" cried the audience.
You must know then, srs," began Uncle
dro, that the window Maria indicated to
was at the back of the house. The house
8 in lonesome place on the oatskirts of
} town near by was picture of PnrRatory.
til lamp burning before it. As looked ak
} light, something which happened there
'rt time before came into mind. milkman
ID to pass by the picture every night as he
mt out OF town. carrying the empty skins
ich he brought in at sunrise every morning.
cd with milk. When be came to this place,
did not soruple 70 lower che eousocratoa