The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-08-27

SIX OF us-four sons and two daughter
have finally divided the property in
TO six little strips. Each of US has ,
swarm of children; each of us has Il
sLift for himself. There is not one O,
us who has anything to spare"
so 1T cannot be?"
NO; If you should bring him bach
we would have to make up little in
come Tor him among us all. Only the
times are 20 hard, doctor, you know
The silkworms don't hatch well, MOI
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 Pietro
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 u poor old woman, weep
ing like Mary Magdalen.
NO, no, doctor, do not wake her."
interrupted a girl. "Oh, no, pretty
creature, it's well she died. Before she
left US she told me all. We dressed her
in white and put wreath on her hair
till she looked Ike bride. Leave her
IL 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 l will bring back
Gringaletto, who choked to death eat
ing Goldfish, not a month ago."
You mustnot, you must not!" cried
Lima Paparero, wringing her hands.
He 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 dottore!"
What state of things! But we will
let that go. l 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-I mean your good
priest, who loved you so well, whom
you regretted so deeply, who made,
you remember, such a dreadful jour
ney to the other world, seeking, poor
pilgrim, his Cucuguanese in every cor
ner, even in yawning hell itself, not
missing n single one. Shall l restore
him to you?"
No, no." cried various devout mem
bers of the flock. 'No, mol" added
Lena Russolina, the mother of the con-
gregation. 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 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"
What's to be done? I'll try some
one else. Isee over there little white
wooden cross; the harebells seem try
ing to hide il; the tall grass is almost
on level with it. You can read that
that narrow grave holds 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 l will display my
power"
"Signor dottore," whispered q |
crone, that little one is ours, |
HAS! am the grandmother. My
laughter had not yet weaned him; he
vas just getting his teeth, when sud
lenly he died. But God took him from
Is. Gods will be done! Now there is
mother babe at the breast. God
Knows what He is doing. What He
axes with one hand He gives back
With the other. My daughter couldn't
uckle both, and we are too poor to
Tut him out to nurse"
At this the doctor burst out:
Enough for to-day, if not too much,
indeed! Since you won't have the
miracle now, will perform it on an
Their occasion. Only l beg of you to
gree beforehand on the person to be
to life" And he strobe away.
From that memorable Sunday our
octor has done wonders in Cucu-
uano. 1t is true he does not raise the
cad, but he saves the lives of the sick.
he Cucuguanese, now fully trusting
i'm, say: eff he did not fulfill his
romise, to tell the truth, 1t was not
is fault-it was ours, for we wished
D leave our dead underground
translated for the Argonaut from the
talian of ID. Ciampali