The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-17
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ing to have your soulP':
It was Friday. LIE Faiard has Just
killed his pig, and would probably have
q sausage for dinner.
The priest soon reached his destina-
ton.
GOOD day, lie Faiard, said he, in
fatherly tone.
"Good day, father" replied the dis
ciple Of Voltaire.
With that they fell into a chat, inter-
rupted from time to time by the yelps Of
Oremus, and punctured, 80 to speak, by
the handfuls Of seed that the young
farmer scattered right and left as he
walked along.
Dinner hour. The two men seated
themselves on little hillock, and LIE
Faiard pulled q sausage from his pocket,
a superb sausage, red as tomato, and
with an odor to have made saints
mouth water
"Holy Virgin, LIE Faiard, what a sinl
On Friday, in Lent too. Don't eat it,
my son."
mot eat it'll That's good. The idea
would eat it ON Good Friday if ! had
it. Besides, haven't seen with my own
eyes bishops and archbishops, too, for
that matter, in India, who always ate
meat whether it was good or bad Fri
day."
Your joking is i'll timed. God is
good, but he will not always have pa.
thence with you. Some day he will open
your eyes by miracle but who can say
if then the gate Of mercy may not be
CLOSED, for you"
Father, miracles are always in sea.
son, but unfortunately the time for
them has gone by. As for me, death of
my life, I wouldn't ask better than to
see what you threaten me with. Mean.
while the sausage claims my attention
-and''-- And the rascal took q great
mouthful of his dinner.
Oremus had not lifted his eyes from
the sausage since its appearance on the
scene. Every time lie Faiard took bite
the poor bowwow licked his chops and
wagged his tail, which distinctly said
in dog language:
VA, NAuV Oh OlCSduU bdusd$Cl 41OW
I should like somel'
"Watch my dog, you mocker," said
the able "See how he is devouring the
sausage with his eyes. Well, when
say, 1t is Friday, Oremus, he will not
touch the piece that am going to offer
him. And he is only dog
LIE Faiard was oonvulsed with laugh
ter.
ooh, father, that's too much! All the
same, though, would like to see your
miracle-it would take me to mass
yes, and vespers too"
Taking delicious morsel of the sau-
sage, the able called, "Oremusp
Oremus came like streak.
1T is Friday, Oremus," went on the |
able, "but just see what l have for |
you" and he offered the tempting bit,
which he held, be it understood, in his |
left hand
Imagine, if you can, the establishment
of LIE Faiard when he saw Oremus halt
suddenly in front Of his master, head
lowered, tail between his legs and with
the air of an actor who had forgotten
his lines |
GOOD doggie, Oremus, eat itr'
Sure of his success, the priest put the
sausage under the dogs nose. Not
movement! Oremus' eyes were good.
He saw that the sausage staid in the
left hand, and after few minutes he
turned tail and retreated to the shade
of bush close by, where he sadly flung
himself down and tried to forget his dis
appointment in little nap.
During this scene LIE Faiard had been
petrified. With open mouth he watch
cd the priest and his dog as criminal
watches his judge. When Oremus final
ly beat a retreat, LIE Faiard reused him
self and elected the mouthful already
half masticated.
Father" he cried, IT have seen
enough and too much. am the most
sinner on earth, and it has
taken dog to convince me of it."
The following Sunday LIE Faiard
went to mass and vespers, and ever since
that memorable day it is he who lights
the candles and rings the bells in Abb
no, where the holy peace Of God reigns
now as formerly IL Echo de la Se-
maine"