Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-08-31

hang the poor garments ~ her epilep-
tic boy ~,oSe 70 his hand in the hope
that he Nigh; De healed, provoked no
smile in one lat,er-day spectator. The
sorrow ANA trust Were too genuine for
that. The tire-escapes Of the tene-
ment h8j, with the aid Of some cheap
muslin 3rapcrieS, 4 Nt;,e tipSel, and
the strange artistic genius W this
people, been transformed into heauti-
full Balconies, upon which the tenants
of the front house had reserved seats
In corner 81 the yard over Ivy the
hydraut, \ sheep, which was 10 be rat-
fled on as the climax Of the cele-
hration, munrhed its wiSp Of hay pa
tiently. while hareleggcd children
climbed is back and puaed It's wool
From the second story OF the adjoin-
ing house, which was stable. a Nig
white horse stuck his head at intervals
out OF The window. and surveyed the
shrine ana the people with an inter
ested look.
The musicians. issuing forth viltori-
Gus from 4 Qrotracted struggle with a
fleet OF SGhooners in the saloon, came
ont, w,ptOg their muStachioS, and blew
Santa Lucia" on their horns. The
sweetly seductive melody woke the
echoes " the block and its slumher-
ing memories. The old women rocked
in their seats, their faces buried In
their hands The crowd from the
street increased, and the chief cclc-
brant, who turned out to be no less q
person than the saloou-keeper himself,
reaped a liberal harvest of silver half
| dollars. The villagers bowed aud
crossed themselves before the saint
and put into the plate their share to.
ward the expense OF the celebration
Its guardian made strong effort e
explain about the saint to Mr.. Roose
velt
He is just-a-lik-a young ST Pat
rick here he said, and the >residen
of the Police Board nodded. He I'M
| derStood.
Between birthdays, the other added
the saint was left in the loft OF tn,
saloon, lest the priest get hold Of hin
and get corner on him, as Il were
Once he got him into his possession
he would not let the people have hin
except upon payment of fee tina
would grow with the years. But tn,
saint belonged to the people. not I,
the church. He was their home pa
iron, and they We're not going to give
him up. In the saloon they had hin
safe. Mr., Roosevelt delighted tn,
honest Villagers by taking five shares
in the sheep, albeit the suggestion
that ii might he won by him an(
conducted in triumph by the band tC
Police Headquarters gave him pause
He trusted to luck however, and tool
| chances
And luck favored him, He did no
win the sheep. The names OF all who
| had taken chances were put into a has
with that of the saint, and In the
evening drawn out one by one. Wher
the saints name appeared there arose
great shout. The next would be tho
winner. Every neck was craned tC
read the lucky name as 1t came out.
"Philomono Motso," said the MAJ
with the bag. and there was an an
swering shrek from the thlrd-noo>
iire-escape behind the shrine Tn,
widow up there had won the prize
Such luck was undreamed of. She
came down forthwith and Rugged The
sheep rapturously, while the cildrer
kissed 1t and wept for JOY. The las
of the candles went out and the shrin,
was locked in the loft over the saloor
for another year.