The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-07-21
SANTA ROSALEA.

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/ lermo their own dear saint is more
thought OF Jhan the Virgin. Her feast is
/ the great feast-the 9th 10 the IStn OF
! July-nve glorious days Out OF the north
west gate, one Of the twelve ancient por-
I tails, a great procession emerges. follow
| ing massive silver image Of the saint
I carried in an enormous galley-shapod
| float II winds along the white road
toward the Grotto OF Monte Pelegrino, in
which the saint lived centuries ago. All
Palermo is there, and half Sicily. Thus
il is in Palermo
In Wiliiamsbridge? Wen. jerome street
is not the Via Vittorio EmanueIe. and
there remains but a memory OF the beau
tiful Grotto. Instead Of I'VE glorious. Idle
days, there is but one which is truly fes-
tal-totally devoid Of work But on this
| day the rock mass on which the village
stands shakes with explosions OF a thou
sand homemade bombs. Surely Santa
Rosalia must hear IL in her .4rotto and he
pleased There is feasting. drinking. sing
ing, love-making, prayer and devotion.
jerome street becomes a grand parade
1t is good 10 live. Blessed santa Rosaiial
1t was the last night OF the FIESTA In
williamsburg. Steady people had stop
ped celebrating, but the younger men.
caring more, perhaps, for amusement
than for the devotions proper TO the time,
still kept up tAeir merriment There
was happy group in Giovanni Bilottis
summer garden; Giovanni. Sabine. Giu-
seppe. Michele, Pasquale and others.
who sat and drank late. VIII the rap
idly consumed wine their spirits rose;
they sang, they toasted each other, they
played merry FRANKS
Who can say just how an Italian quar-
rel arises? A look. a word. sometimes a
mere intonation-then oaths, then blows.
and blood So it was now. and Sabine
Buonarotti was carried out by his friends.
limp mass, while Michele Blanca lay
on the floor with his hands clasped over
throbbing place in his side. There was
little noise-it is a fell thing TO bring
the police into Litue Italy; it means days
without work. dreary lingering in the
House OF Detention. weeks without hap
pIness Moreover, IL is better to settle
these things in another way.
There was very little noise vet in mo-
ment Little Italy knew ali about it. Sa-
bino BuonarOtti was in a bad way Yes
Sabine was a Buonarotti. Ii would be
best then TO keep ones hands of. II is
always a good rule TO mind ones own
business So Michele Blanca might lie
there. Michele, the Friendless," he was
called; a silent fellow, uppish indeed
quite a Roman, and poor as the rest. for
all his handsome face. Yet there was
one heart In Williamsbridge which throo-
bed with his. Within five minutes a
slight figure hurried up Jerome street
and into the little garden where the
'Friendless" lay.
Michele, Michele, Mic caro-. Gioja
mia" sObbed the girl, as she threw her
self upon the PROSTATE form.
They have killed I'm They have XIII
ed him" she eried-but softly. for she re-
spected the customs which pertain TO
deeds OF violence among her people. Stnl,
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Is hurt, even IN Little Italy. She must
get him into his room, happily just round
the corner in First street.
Be brave, my Michele" she whisper
ed I viii support thee. Canst thou
walk, leaning on me2 Be brave, milo
caro-.
Michele became brave under her sight.
1T is as Santa Rosalia would
do. little one, he tottered to his feet and
with her anxious help reached the street. /
What a struggle it was 10 hold him upl
But the saint was with her. Santa R0-
salia it was who had sent the thought /
all unexpected, tAat Michele was wound
ed. She would help now. After infinite /
pain for both Michele at length fell pros |
trate upon his bed.
There We're yet things TO do. Francesca |
did not shrink. The wound was stanched. /
and the man fell into an uneasy sleep.
clasping the hand o. francesca. The girl /
did not think Of herself until a pebble /
struck the window pane. When she open /
ed the sash, she saw her mother below
and heard this
Come down. come down, you graceless |
girl. Mother of Cool did I raise YOU for I
this? What have YOU done-you. an un-
married girl. He has killed a Buonarotti 4
Do you hear-a Buonarotti-they viii kin 4
you.
Robert Guiscard and Roger de Haute-
vile We're ancient heroes Of the sicilisns;
perhaps their spirit cropped up in Fran
cesca. What care & she cried
La SignOra Grundy is not without honor
among the Italians. Late as it was. sew
eral matrons had gathered in the street.
Come down, come down" they cried in
scandaliZed tones. Remember that YOU
are an unmarried girl"
Come one Of YOU up soboed Frances
"a. He is a man. He is human. Have
you no hearts?
The Buonarottil Think, Then they
fed Even her mother forsook her Fran
,esca sObbed on the window sill. but soft
y-he must not know.
What shall do?' she walled. "Oh,
now they win talk. My father viii Kill
ne. My brothers viii kill Michele. what
shall 1 do? There is but one thing 70 do
and that ! cannot. But I must-I must
Santa Rosalia, help me.
Though her maiden heart shrank with.
n she knelt az the bedside and gently
weakened Michele.
Michele Michele, caro- mio-Iistan.
Thou art hurt. and without friends save
ne. who love thee. II J stay not TO tend
hee thou wilt die There IS pit one
hing. Dost thou not see2"
Michele" she whispered. "d0st thou
lot remember? Il was On the last month
1ou asked me very often and I said
Michelie's eyes
frightened.
Cara mia. Father Joe-go 20 him. Ask
i'm 10 come. Tell him he lifted himself /
pon his elbow in spite Of the paia. ard ,
aised his head proudly tel him that
N q Del Sassari from Caltanisetta the
asst Of the race. Then be viii come. s
title one
In q minute Francesca was speeding To- B
"a I'd the priests house. How wonderful I 3
iicheIe q Del Sassarit And he loved her Z
q poor girl q plain family
when Father Joe heard Francesca s I =
flushing request he refused point blank. s
But Father lElplored the girl they
ave left him n die. the BpouarottI So 2
ne VIII tend him save ne The Eu1n4-
9TH say he has stabbed their Giovanni. 6
IS 2 lie. 7 know, bur nobody VIII come ?
ear my Michele Father he said ! was
, tell Won that b. is a Del Sassari %
altanisetta-the last n his race.
All cried the priest 'is there yet >
ne7 A Del sassari / viii 60 % Gee
They were soon u the bedside ~ the
Friendiess
Father joe went 5ozustslrs ard Eocr
.t-rlcl with f-rancescaE klE. Their fears
-rauEely cissiuateG- u b. good tnat GER e
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mt % fha priests house fFr the arU- b
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