The Press., 1898-09-01

| sleep on. But have not come here to
string beads and to have the crowd cape
at me. Tell me whom to raise''
"Ghita-bring back Ghita, my
Ghita, ," cried poor old woman, Weep
ing like Mary Magdalen.
mo, no, doctor, do not wake her, -
interrupted a girl. "Oh, no, pretty
creature, it's all we'll she died. Before
she left us she told me all. We dressed
her in-white and put wreath on her
hair till she looked like bride. Leave
her in holy ground. The man she loved
deserted her for some one else."
''Poor Ghita. But you must admit
you are making it hard for me. To put
an end to it all 1 will bring back Grin
galetto, who choked to death eating
Goldfish not a month ago."
"You must not, you must not, !" cried
Lima Paparero, wringing her hands.
she sold me that vineyard of his on
the installment plan. For ten long years
I've been paying in hard coin far more
than it's value, and now would you have
me begin all over again? It's not fair,
signor dottore. "
"What state of things. But we
will let that go. will now propose one
who left to mourn him neither brother
nor sister, wife nor parent; one who
left only blessed memory, an example
of all the virtues, and his little savings
to the hospital mean your good
priest, who loved you SO we'll, whom
you regretted so deeply, who made, you
remember, such dreadful journey to
the other world, seeking, poor pilgrim,
his Cucuguanese in every corner, even
in yawning hell itself, not missing a
single one. Shall restore him to you?'
'No, no, F." cried various devout men-
bers of the flock. "No, no, +" added Lena
Russolina, the mother Of the congrega-
tion. ''He was old, poor man, and deaf
as post so much SO that at confession
he always absolved us of sins we had
never committed. Leave him in glory,
especially since we now have a young
and hearty curate. He is as good as
saint, he sings like an organ, he breaches
like seraph, and he swims with the
current. I"
What's to be donep I'll try some
one else. see over there little white
wooden cross. The harebells seem try
ing to hide it; the tall grass is almost
on level with it. You can read that
that narrow grave holds 1O-months-
old baby. True, it seems half pity to
bring the tender soul back to this world
to bear-what you have all been bear
ing. Still, if you wish him raised, say
but the word and I will display my
power.
''Signor dottore,' whispered wrin-
kled crone, "that little one is ours,
alasl l am the grandmother. My daugh-
ter had not yet weaned him. He was
just getting his teeth, when suddenly
he died. But God took him from us.
Gods will be done! Now there is an
other babe at the breast God knows
what he is doing. What he takes with
one hand he gives back with the other.
My daughter couldn't suckle both, and
we are too poor to put him out to
nurse -
At this the doctor burst out: Enough
for today, if not too much, indeed
Since you won't have the miracle now,
will perform it on another occasion
Only beg of you to agree beforehand
on the person to be brought to life.
And he strode away.
From that memorable Sunday our
doctor has done wonders in Cucuguano.
It is true hesdoes not raise the dead,
but he saves the lives of the sick. The
Cucuguanese, now fully trusting him,
say, eff he did not fulfill his promise,
to tell the truth, it was not his fault
it was ours for we wished to leave our
dead underground. .'-Translated For
Argonaut From the Italian.