Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-11-06
SONS OF ABRAYNI.

exquisite dcllcacy and freshness, When
the broad, billowy fields and the pink
and white bloSsomcd bushes arc over
flowing with new life
One evening while Aladar Abrayni
was sitting with his mother and two
older brothers i'll their cool grape arbor
two young Magyars brought old ARRAY
nj home. mortally wounded, from tho
battlefield. Aladar would never forget
his last words:
MY children, do not mourn for me.
Always remember that am thankful
TO God for not OUTLYING the liberties OF
our native land His mother died soon
after, leaving them under the guardian
ship of their uncle, and NOW, only three
wears after their fathers death, their
uncle, too, was dangerously i'll.
When Aladar entered his uncle's
room, he saw his brother standing near
the sick mans bed They all seemed re-
lieved when he came in, especially his
uncle, who immediately raised himself,
with great effort and spoke to the three
young men:
MY dear nephews. You know that I
am poor man and have nothing TO
leave YOU when l die AL that remains
belonged to your dead father, and no
asked me to bequeath his fortune to his
most faithful son. To me you are all
three equally dear, but this will be the
final test of your constant affection for
my brother Let each take his bow and
arrow. The one whose shaft pierces the
heart of your fathers picture is my
brothers. truest son and heir.
No one spoke. Atlast Anton, the ED
est of the three, arose. Taking his bow,
he aimed with steady hand at the heart
OF his dead father portrait. The arrow
shot across the room. 1t pierced the
picture, not the heart
Then Ladislaus tried All, what
would he not do with the coveted for
tunnel How jealous his friends would
be! How important he would suddenly
beco,nel But, alas, be aimed badly, and
his hopes were crushed Anton was
happy, but he had still to fear the firm
hand and accurate eye OF his youngest
brother
Aladar was very pale. He looked
scornfully at his brothers. He was Won
dering what his dead father would have
said If he could see his favorite sons
trying to pierce the heart of his only
portrait for his gold. Heaving with
deep emotion, his cheek paler than that
Of the dying man, he dashed his arrow
20 +Lo c,ro,,o6 oD6 c,,i a6
"Uncle, what would you have me do
shoot at my father heart? No, no, l
cannot, even if it is but the heart Of his
sacred image! do not want that
wretched fortune, but the picture-oh
uncle, let that be my inheritance!'
His uncle smiled. God bless you,
my boy! You are my brothers. truest
son and heir Abrayni was dead.
Fra Menico was on his way to the
paupers' hospital Everybody loved the
fra His pleasant, smiling face, shining
forth from the folds of his brown cowl
inspired all men with feeling of trust
and profound reverence. Day after day
he could be seen on this deserted path
way going TO visit the sick paupers
He had been called away from the con-
vent on this cold winter morning to
serve as confessor to the greatest outlaw
of Hungary.
Every patient was glad to sec the
holy man. For each one he had kind
word and a sweet smile. Peace and hap
piness followed him from bed to bed.
At last he came to the low couch on
which the stranger lay. a magnificent
beard covered his broad, powerful chest
He looked calmly at the kind fra with
his piercing black eyes and then spoke
sadly and slowly:
Fra, see that you are pitying me-
Alas, there is perhaps but one other
person that pities Emil Bajza
twenty-five years ago. when l was
not yet the famous plunderer, lived
in the little town of Miskolcz with my
orphan brothers. We were quite happy
that it was impossible for us to live with
our virtuous young brother, whose good
ness was continually reproving the cor
rupt young men with whom we chose
to associate. We wero therefore very
glad that he left us, and there was no
one after that to prevent our headlong
plunge to ruin.
lone cold night, while I was on my
way to the gambling houses, / met my
brother Aladar He knelt before me in
the deep snow. 'Ladislaus, ne cried,
'Ladislaus, implore you in the name
of our dead father to give up the life
you are leading' But hated him for
his virtues | struck him blow with
my cane and left him cold and bleeding
in the snow.
THAT night was ruined My friends
deserted me. Anton would not acknowl-
edge that paupcr was his brother
When l searched for my only true
friend, blood stained rock was all that
could find was Ladislaus Abranyi
no longer lived only to make those
who ruined me suffer, and this is my
end. ! must die with that cruel, cruel
blow unforgiven. "
Fra Menico was trembling Taking a
little picture from his cowl, he knelt
down and showed it to the rcpcntant
sufferer 'Ladislaus," he whispered,
''Aladar forgives you. - The outlaw
was happy He kissed the sacred pic
ture which Antons shaft had pierced
and died. Cleveland Plain Dealer
Origin of Desserts.
We are indebted to the French sys-
tenn Of gastronomy for the dessert
courses ct meals They had no place in
the early English dinner and were first