The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-05-26

no" she replied, neither is dead, bu
they are as much as dead''
/ "How long is their agony? entered
the ward and softly approached the bed
OF Marguerite Savoie. Her poor mother
was kneeling beside her, holding her ano
sobbing as if her heart would break.
| <"Look at her eyes," she said to me, as
| I offered some words of comfort, ''she ID
dead! dead!
Turning 10 Marie Marsot, the second
described, I found the faithful priest
still by her side, with crucifix in hand
"What fearful agony!" he exclaimed.
I..All night has been passed in this man.
Iner, but it will soon be over. What do
you think of transporting them both to
the grotto?' he added after a moments
reflection.
Certainly" replied, las soon as the
Brancardiers come"
The hour was early. In the meantime
the doctor of the hospital arrived, and
we told him of our determination. He
replied:
"Of course to the grotto, but I forbid
the bath; there is not enough of life left
in either; death will come very soon un-
less the Blessed Virgin means to cure
them, and this she can do " ithout the
bath. All that can be done will be to
L. |, R<>- lcO
Under these deplorable conditions we
sent both to the grotto, either to be
cured or to die there at the feet Of our
holy Mother. The hour was $3.50 a. m.,
and the last mass of that day at the
grotto was about to take place., The
holy sacrifice terminated, the sacred
host was taken to the church. Marguer-
lite lay in a perfect state Of unconscious
ness, like the daughter of Jarius, when
the Divine Master took her by the hald
and told her to "arise." He had passed
Shat IL orning at L.ourde hidden nn.1er
the eucharistic Wells. Nevertheless, He
was there as truly and really in person
as He had been in the Master of the syn
agogue. Did the dying girl actually
hear his voice? No one knows; but
we do know that the Divine Master
spoke that never-to be-forgotton morn
ing at Lourdes, and the dying child
obeyed His order. AS the sacred host,
carried in the hands of the priest, passed
the couch on which the girl was lying,
she raised her hitherto motionless arms
towards the King Of Kings, made another
move of her hitherto paralyzed body
and was on her feet-a stagger, then an
other, and now with firm tread, followed
her Divine Deliverer. The pallor of
death still remained on that bloodless
face, but she was cured! Cancer healed,
paralysis disappeared, and foot in right
position.
The crowd, wild with enthusiasm,
pushed in perfect delirium on the path
of the privileged child, who still followed
the blessed sacrament, and was kept
from being crushed by the brancardiers
who guarded her, and also the priest
who carried the host. Now the process
sion reached the Piscene where Marie
Marsot had Just been taken in order to
apply the miraculous water to her chest.
A cloth just immersed in the water
touched her chest when she heard the
little bell that announced the approach
of the blessed sacrament. A moments
onyseemed to tell of the final dissolution
to the ladies who were in the the Piscene.
She is dead! No, it was only the tearing
of her lungs to pieces, a something mex
pressible in heart, as though she we're
the prey Of athousand wolves that de-
voured her inteetines. One moment
more and the girl stood erect, knelt to
adore the God who passed, and without
a totter bounded forward to follow the
true Lamb Of God.
There was not three minutes between
these cures. The enthusiasm was be-
yond description; it can be more easily
imagined than described. At II o'clock
the scene at the hospital to which both
returned was very groteeque. We were
obliged to station guards at the gate and
door of the hall. Many, however, forced
their way to witness the miraculees, who
were deyouring the contents Of q dish Of
roast beet. I would not like to pass
many such nights; the fatigue and ex-
;citement would soon use me up. A GER
tain calm began to be re-established
when girl with radient face threw her
arms Around my neck, giving me kiss
on the cheek. Not recognizing my en-
thusiastic friend, / said: /,
3 q do not remember you. We're You
here last year ?"'s .a s.
You do not remember me, madem-
5oiselle? ] was IN the bed in the corner
last night. You told me I would be
cured because I prayed for others.s
No Wonder1 did not recognize my lit.
tie sufferer, for she was transfiguIed, q
complete transition from intense suffer
ina e perfect health This il q glimpse
of : single day st I.ours1e q.