Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1898-06-16
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WIS ~ p"o uoil UrlIp MN back,
pray, doctor! He who wished so much
to see us united family would be
heart-broken to find our affairs in
such a mnddle. After q dozen law
suits, the six of us-four sons and two
daughters-haye finally divided tho
property into six little strips. Each
OF us has Il swarm Of children; each
OF us has to shift for himself. There
is not one of us who has anything TO
spare"
so IT can not be?'
mo; II you should bring him back.
we would have to make up a little in
come for him among us all. Only tho
times are so hard, doctor, you know!
The silk-worms don't hatch well. nor
spin when they do; the vines are dis
eased. the grain is thin, the olives are
wormy, there is no rain, the taxes
are heavy"
Enough, we will let Master Pletr0
sleep on. But have not come here tn
string beads and to have the crowd
cape at me. Tell me whom to raise"
"Ghiia-bring back Ghita, my
Ghita!' cried a poor old woman.
weeping like Mary Magdalen.
No, no, doctor, do not wake her."
interrupted a girl. "0h, no, pretty
creature, it's all well she died. Be-
fore she left us she told me all. Wo
dressed her in white and put wreath
on her hair till she looked Ikea 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 IL hard for me-. To
put an end TO it all, will bring back
Gringaletto, who choked to death eat
ing goldfish not month ago"
You must not, you must not!" cri-
M Lima Paparero, wrnging her
hands. "IIe sold me that vineyard Of
his on the installment plan. For ten
long years I've been paying in hard
coin far more than Its value, and nOw
would you have me begin all over
again? It's not fair, signor dottoN!"
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 a blessed memory,
an example OF all the virtues, and his
little savings to the hospital-l mean
your good priest, who loved you 80
well, whom you regretted so deeply,
who made, you remember, such a dread
full journey to the other world, seek
ing, poor pilgrim, his Cucuguanese in
every corner, even in yawnlng he'll IT.
self not missing single one. ohall
restore him to you?"
"No, mol" cried various devout
members Of the flock. NO. mol" add
ed Lena Eussollna, the mother OF the
congregation. "IIe was old, poor
man, and deaf as post, so much so
that at confession he always absoved
us Of sins we had never committed.
Leave him in glory, especially since
we now have young and hearty Gu
rate. He is as good as a saint, he
sings like an organ, he breaches like
a seraph, and he swims with the cur
rent"
Whats to be done? ri try some
one else. ! see over there q little
white wooden cross; the harebells
seem trying TO hide it; the tall grass
Is almost on level with it. You can
read that that narrow grave holds q
ten-months-old baby. True, It seems
half pity to bring the tender soul
back TO this world TO bear--what you
have all been bearing. Still, if you
wish him raised, say but the word,
and ! will display my power"
"Signor dottore,' whispered wrin-
killed. crone, that little one is ours,
alas! am the grandmother, My
daughter had not yet weaned him;
he was just getting bis teeth, when
suddenly he died. But God took him
from us. Gods will be done! Now
there is another babe at the breast.
God knows what He is doing. What
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