New-York tribune., 1910-10-09

Is lost. San Antonito. Somewhere in the Garden Of
Dead Dreams there is lovely lady whom the Young
man loved; but she is only dream Perhaps when the
real lady threw the hand away she found 1t anc II IS
haDpv with her, But, wherever 1t shall never md
it If could, it might open the Gates OF Happiness
Il do not know where that garden may be-, said the
child slowly; but why do you not ask Saint Anthony
to find it for you? Maestro SejOr has given him great
power. He found me, you know.
lack looked down into the sober face with smile; he
had not thought the boy would take 1t so seriously
The hand and can be happy without it., he -eEe,
I'VE are quite used TO being alone But YOU might
ask Saint Anthony if he could find it. He seems To be
a good friend of yours; doubt II he'd listen 90 me-
Shall we go with the picture2'
SEVERAL days later San Antonito asked eagerly II
~ the silver hand had been found. Il have asked
Saint Anthony about it., he COnfded and his dn-- et
face couded with disappointment.
That night the little fellow climbed the path 70
Saint AnthOnvs shrine and stood looking up At -le
saints carved face with sOrrOwful ewes.
You have found it, Saint Anthony" he san -e
proachfuly; then, with sudden flash Of temper an
until YOU do and will tell Maestro Se0r in the Bleed
Sacrament how ungrateful you and he will pu0-
youl You shall seel You are not kind saint, not
and with this disrespeCtfu statement San AntCC,-r
turned and went bacI, down the hill
IT was the next day that he and some Of the other bays
Of the VILLAGE wandered over the cGDtiT0 real
play San AntOnitO and Felipe Nunez pounced on the
shining object in the road at the Instant but #
San AnOnltO who carried II Ott, gathering the skirts
of his habit hand he fled. and paving not the
slightest heed to his companions wrathful shouts and
instant pursuit. What did he if they angry
when he bore the silver hand the very silver hand whose
loss el se0r americana nOurned, tightly caSped in
griny little fist2
Straight TO Jack he went. and laid his treasure hi.
him. with breathleSs and much unbed story OF Saint
Anthony and the real candles and Felipe Nu1e
But he was not prepared 70 see his friends face turn SUD
denly white. his gray eyes blaze TO be caught by the
shoulders and shaken, gently, while storm gr
f0CO rent OtfeS beat had
found it? Was there carriage there, an autOnObfa.
He sure he had seen pass He had not
lady, very beautiful LADY, And lack was so excited
and so happy and disappointed all once that San
AntOnitO thought he angry with him.
But IS 1t not the hand. SenOr?' he pleaded with
quivering lips Why you angry with me when
have found the hand?"
So Jack all hot with patienCe as he was TO be OH IN
search of the very beautiful lady. must waste precious
soothing his little friend rutcd feelings De-
fore he could out.
San AntOnitO watched him go with beVLceri.eai
written large his baby face. Surely these I'tFl
all be mad he reflected; sooner had -AeZ
obtained thing they desired. than they were or
in a wild after something else. He puzzled over
it he trudged sOberlv off TO Saint Anthony Shrine
to burn a candle in thanksgiving for the answer o.
his prayers. and incidentally 10 beg the good sam.
forgiveness very hunbly for his mt OF temper the n'gt
before.
1t was almost dark when he returned TO the VII
lage. long had he lott