Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1898-08-24
THE CURES DREAM.

Enall. NtOtl as uItItl anu u ut as EbiNt liS
loved his Cucugnanais paternally, for him
Cucugnan would have been a paradise
upon earth had his Cucugnanais given
moro heed to religion.
But, alas the spiders spun their webs
across the door of the confessional, and on
the beautiful Easter Sundays the host re
manned at the bottom of the pyx. The good
priest was broken hearted and always ask
ed of God the boon of not dying before he
had succeeded in bringing his scattered
ilock To the fold again. Well, you will sue
that God heard him.
One Sunday at the close of the gospel NJ.
Martin climbed to his pulpit.
My brethren said he, my brethren,
believe me when tell You the other night
l found myself, |, a miserable sinner, Mt
the gate of paradise. l knocked, and St.
Peter opened to me.
All, is it you, my good NJ. Martin?
What will you have? be said TO me. How
can l serve YOU
- Beautiful st. Peter, you are keeper of
the great book, also of the key Of the
gate Perhaps you would tell me, If am
not too inquisitivc how many Cucugna-
nais you have in PARADISE
:: Certainly. NJ. Martin. l can refuse
you nothing But seat yourself, seat your
self, till look into it and see. And st.
Peter took up his great book, opened 1t,
put on his spectacles and began to run
down the page
"Cucuenan, did you say? Cu-Cu Gu
cugnan. All here We are, But, my good
NJ Martin, the page is all white-not a
single soul No more of Cucugnanais in
paradise than of tishbones in turkey
- What Nobody from Cucugnan hero
-nobody$ 1t is impossible Look again,
st Peter, loak again
Nobody holy man. However, look
for yourself if you think that l am jest
ing.
Il looked; l stamped my feet, wrung
my hands l cried, 'Misericorde, miseri
corde'
- Believe me, NJ Martin, St Peter
said to me, believe me, it is wrong to
worry Yourself thus. II will give you "A
stroke VI apoploxy. 1t is not your fault,
after all. But your Cucugnanais, to "A Ger
tanty, must be quarantined in purga-
tory.
".1hen allow me, st. Peter, for char
ity : sake, allow me at least To see and con
sole them.
Willingly, my friend. But stay. Put
on these sandals before you go, The roads
are not good ones. There that is better.
Now wax strait hi ahead of you. Do you
see below there at the end a turning: To
the right OF It you VIII ind uu~r, a sill
yer door, studied with stars and black
crosses. Knock, and ii VIII be opened to
you. Farewell, NJ Martin; farewell
Keep your health and cheer, illness.
And l walked and walked. What a
struggle! l shudder when thinking of it.
that little path all filled with briers. glow
ing with carbuncles and writing with
kissing serpents, that led directly to the
silver door.
Pan pan.
".Nnu knucks.' voice cried to me-a
voice hulree and doleful.
The cure from Cucugnan.
:" From where
From Cucugnan.'
"'Ah Enter
Il entered. Before me tall, beautiful
angel, with wings as black as night, a
robe Respondent as the day and diamond
key hanging from his girdle, was writing
scratch, scratch-in IA monstHous book
book in every way bigger than that OF
st. Peter.
"'Well, he said to Newell, what Is
it that has brought you here? What is II
that you want!'
Beautiful angel of God, answered
him, only to know-1 am very curious
perhaps-if you have here the Cucug
nanais?'
:" 'Tbe-the'-
q" The Cucugnanais-the people from
Cucugnan. 1t is l who am their prior.
| All the Able Martin, is it nots'
:" AT your service, angel.
"'Cucugnan, you say, Cucugnan. And
the angel, as St. Peter had done befor.
/ him, spread open the leaves of his book
moistened his fingers in order that they
should turn the better and hastily raj
through the names.
/ M. Martin, said be at last, uttering q
deep sigh, we have not in purgatory
soul from Cucuenan!
"Jesusl Marie Joseph Nobody
from Cucugnan in purgatory-nobody
Where are they, thon? Good heavens
/ Where are theyY Where are they?'
! "HEh, holy man, where are they? They
are in paradise Where else do you wist
they should boz
''But l have come from paradise.
:" Iou-from paradise? Well?'
"'Well, they We're not there All, goot
/ Mother of Angels. where are ,hey-wh'-
"'Well, NJ. lie Cure, if they are neither
in paradise nor purgatory, there Is bu'
one place they can be. They are
Hold eross-Jesus-Son of David
1 Can it be possible? And how can so tc
paradise if my Cucugnanais are not there
i How can how can go.'
- Listen To me. NJ Martin, said the
angel. checking me. Before you 60 back
/ you must be certain of this, See, there
fore, with your own eyes; follow the patti
to the left there and run, if you know how
to run, At the end Of it Is portal