The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-08-04
THE TWO PADRES.

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them and was untirinp I'm his efforts to
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bed he appeared like an apparition from
heaven to the s%orrowing friends and rela-
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Padre Fernando. Yet with all these min
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III.
Some fifteen years previous TO the
events recorded in the previous chapter,
there was a young man, Fernando Cor
dova, who was well known among the
sports q gentlemen OF ~ prociivities
OF Madrid. Being OF good birth and with
means to crafty his tastes, II must be
said there was no excess in which Cor
dova did not indulge. He was n OF
those wild spirits who ma admirers, ana
with such a following they seemingly
aspire to astonish and amaze their COM
rades with daring and excess. Fernando
Cordova did not need prompting TO incite
him to bold n rash deeds, and 1t was
not long after his debut among the lively
youths OF the capital city OF Spain before
he had mounted the round to leadership.
One night while drinking and re.eling
in a w~inehouse an alteration ensned oyer
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doya thrusting his sword through the
heart Of the offender. After the deed was
done what pangs OF remorse did not seize
hold of the mind OF the youthful debau
chez! Murder" appeared to him to be
burned In his eyes. An accusing 2
science followed him relentlessly. He
wandered aimlessly about the streets, and
on every turn-yea, every thought
brought to his mind the enormity of his
crime. In his wanderings he passed by
a small chapel. he turned and, without
seemingly any guidance, vent TO the door.
which was open, and. going up to the
sanctuary, he knelt with bowed G be-
fore the altar. II was quiet there, yet ac-
cusing thoughts would torture him. He
could not pray, for his mind was far from
thinking OF heaven. For hours he knelt
there in n semi-unconscious condition un-
iii almost intuitively he looked up, and
there was standing by a kindly old priest,
who said: my child, what is the mat
ter" "Oh, father, i am a murderer"
groaned Cordova. My child. don't de-
spair; Gods mercy is infinite: follow me
the greatest sinner will lead the way"
The old priest bent his steps to his
chamber, which was poorly and s~cantily
furnished. On the wall hung a crucitix,
and toward il the priest pointed as Cor
dova full Of despair listlessly seated him.
self on the only chair, or rather stool, in
the room. The priests voice was mu-
steal and impassioned as he said: MY
child. look upou the crtlcifix. There is
hanging the Goldman who was scourged,
insulted and hung on a cross for my sins.
He died for your sins as well as mine.
Nothing will he not forgive II we look TO
him for mercy. He is an eternity of
forgiveness. Look. my child, at me.
I'M as great a sinner as the world holds,
and when i feel cast down by despair a
bright light overshadows me and peace
comes 70 mn soul as l gaze upon my cru
CITED Redeemer.
Cordova was touched with penitence by
the good fathers words, and casting him.
self on his knees he said: "Padre, q l
hope for mercy?" "Oh, my child" on
solingly answered the priest, despair
not Of Sod,s bSn I ih mercy r - Tell me hs