The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1903-09-27

ie and, with equal pride. an admirable
palace of the WERNER family of yenies.
| who are in way the lords of the little
town. A curtain hung over the door
/ way; we went into a cool, dark roopl-S
/ brick floor, tables and chairs, green
cloths, a sanity picture or two. adver~
Using Autographs on the walls, a lock
/ er with bottles and TASKS: there was &
smell of cooking and an acrid smell of
! Wine; beyond we came to a large. open,
well-lit roona-a sort of general store"
as countrywide say-where a boy jn
a white apron was cutting chops FROM
a loin and a girl was ranging fresh
made cakes on a shelf; a half-dozsn
peasants drinking beer at little tables
/ The girl is big and handsome.
"Ecco Ia Signorina Amalia-niece OF
the Pope.
Frank and friendly, she shakes hands
and smiles.
"Amalia is a good and dear person.
says the syndic; bring US some beer,
my dear; we will drink to your health,
and then ask your mother to come here
two strangers of distnctioni"
And she turned US glasses of gale.
blond beer in which we drank TO her
happiness-the wholesome, black-eyea
girl. Her mother came from the kitch-
en-. She was plain, thin, worn-looking
old woman, dressed all in black, with
a chain of black beads on her neck; an
acute, serviceable peasant of the bet
ter type, her name Theresa, the Pope's
eldest sister and married to the Inn
keeper Parolin, a worthy man and
municipal councillor of Riese. She was
agitated and wiped her eyes now and
then.
But what do you think. Signora,T
our syndic said: your thoughts, your
emotions
'Ah. [ can't realize what has hap
pened" said the poor woman. Our
brother Pope! What will he do--se
simple and modest-in that place with
his court and guards? He is Gods
vicar on earth and We shall never see
him again. I have five sisters-one is
married at Salzano and one at Boschia,
and the other three lived with the Car
dinaI."
All the history of the family; she told
it with fearful emphasis; suddenly she
laughed and cried, All but we are
proud today!" And the syndic APP
proved.
And will you show US the house
where he was born?"
"It is such a poor house" she said
with a flush of confusion. land there is
hardly any furniture. When the Car
dinal went to Venice he gave his sur
niture to Giovanni Parolin, his nephew
There is hardly anything left. You
really want to see it? 81? Venga con
me-"
A little one-storied cottage of stone
and stucco; on the ground floor a small
reception-room and a smaller, dingier
kitchen; narrow staircase with worn
steps goes up to the rooms above-foar
in all, one fairly large, the other three
narrow bedrooms. 1t is the large one
in which the Pope was born. Two WIN
dows give on the street. For furniture
there was a good-sized couch, two
wooden chairs and bed-rustic work
manship and poor. On one wall a col
ored Autograph of Saint Zachary and
opposite a print of the time of Pic
Mono. This was the Pope'S room. Even
after he went to Venice he came here
in summer. 1t spoke the simplicity of
the mantle Peasant Pope. AS the
good wife said, the furniture had heen
taken away from the other rooms.
Behind the house is a little garden, bare
and neglected, where Pho Decimo sal
to study and where, at a wooden table,
he supped at night. I brought away
the white belated rose that grew by the
wall.
We returned to the Tavern of the
Two Swords by way of the cemeteryt
Over every tomb fluttered little whitE
flags. each bearing a name of the deaa
A marble slab covers the grave wherein
the mother of the Tenth Plus lies. The
inscription, which he himself wrote,
copied and put it, thus, into English.
! MARGARET SAMSON
| Exemplary woman-sage wife--in-
comparable mother. March 4, 1912, shS
lost her well-Ioved husband. Through
many vicissitudes, sad or happy. she
brought up her nine children with
Christian care. She died February ?,
1894 at the age of 81. A holy death
crowned her life of labor ard sacrifice.
Her loving children, the Cardinal
Joseph Sarto, his brother and his sis
ters, pray God to grant her Eternal
Rest"
Amalia said: do not speak of the
prophecy to my mother. An. she fears
I it! The old man who prophesied is
dead long ago. 1t was when my uncle
was at the Seminary of Treviso. The
wise man of REESE predicted he would
remain nine years ard no. more in one
place. And it has always been true.
| Nine years at Tre1giso-nine years in
his cure-nine years at Venice-ana.
now he has gone to Rome" said Anna. 5
| liza.
| On her head she wore a kerchief su,
as Trevisan girls take pride in-red 2
| yellow / praised 1T.
at is yer, common" she said.
"Then canEot offer to buy it," y
finely.
and I mist give it to yor, Z
! said Amalia; heremother smile
/ syndic bearled; bore away 90
and yellow kerehief-a gloriol
of color it sprawls on the u
desk whereat I write. In t
the evening We drove back
franco, rhy friend of the a
we, met three carriages wi
| from the town itself we
of American tourists, T
| journalists
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