The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-12-18

Was she already dead All the roses taken off their
stalks were laid on the poor bed in the form of an
immense garland and the child leaning over put
Tor second her hand on each one murmurng
some unlntelligfble words:
How bad of you Andrea, how naughty, moaned
the mother at last. Such lovely roses! [ liked
them SOP
Andrea did not answer She went on pulling the
flowers, muttering herself the while At the last
one she raised her head and looked at her mother
There, I've done Listen to the story now.
was begging Tor some money to get your dose of
medicine and L felt bad and [ cried. Then one of
those sisters passed. you know those you call dirty
plgots good for nothing baggages' | spit out as
she passed. Then she stopped and she said: 4 will
pray for you so that you will be good and you will
not cry. Then | said to her: I am good and
shall cry # like. My mother is i'll and she is GO
ing TO die Where do you iveH she asked, Il will
go and see her.. No, never No sisters shall ever
come where we liveH Very well, little girl I will
say my rosary for her. 1t is great remedy. 1t
VIII save your mother I stared what's a ro-
safyE She brought out necklace hanging to her
skirt Look. these are the roses of Mary Those
aren't roses, they're beads She laughed 4 can't
have real roses hanging about me- they would fade
too soon. Look; you take hold of one of these
beads and say Hail Mary Do the same with all
OF them and your mother will be cured Shall I
give you one like thisp No. no. no. [ like real
roses better And off I ran. had three pennies
already! went into big grand fowershop and [
told the woman what | wanted. And she laughed
and said: Keep your pennies to get YOUR dose with
aere are some roses for your rosary. They come
from NICE, they are my best ones I give them to
you. 1t will bring good luck to you and to me- So
you see, OF course, whilst you were asleep [ made
rosary on your bed and | touched each flower
and said Hail Mary; Hail Mary It's funny
remedy: Are you cured?'
The mother did not answer. long past rose
before her eyes; past, radiant with innocence
1alth, happiness. She saw herself little Breton
girl, full OF candor and believing the daughter of
seaman, who was often away on long voyage: she
remembered how she said the rosary with her
nother Tor his safety, III the sanctuaries all hung
round with eX-voices. She remembered herself
child of Mary, in the convent at Brest, where she
mad been brought up. She remembered herself the
modest young beauty of her village that dear old
village hidden amidst rocks by the sea- the village
she had left one day never to be forgotten
Oh! how the first intoxication had passed away
quickly What an awakening! What despairl
What fall, deeper! What hatred for society
What hatred especially for God! God such a deg
radiation! She had fed from the Church, from the
priest! She had kept her daughter from every re-
hglous influence. And behold here was this child.
used to blasphemy, coming without knowing it. in
Voklng the Queen of Heaven by the roses which
made upon her wretched bed of suffering wonder
tul rosary; by those roses, OH she remembered in
the past the roses in the little garden at Penenez.
Mother, are you well again?" Andrea was ask
ing again. anxiousy leaning over her. The moth
er was weeping
No" she said at last, with painful gasps, "but
shall be SOON Go downstairs, my darling. and
tell old Susan to go to a convent to look for Fa
ther'
"A black robe! fraudr' cried the child. with
wild establishment
go. tell you. I am going to be cured!"