Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-10-18


lighted candles. That night tha erin.
tlon OF vesuvius ceased, and the mar
quls's Virgin was en- the instant ia
nous. She was called now the Virgin
Of the Mountain.
Ihere is this virtue in a miracle.
that one does not have to repeat If
like clowns trick, to keep ones rem
utation shining. The Virgin Of the
Mountain continued the patron of
Tore del Greco. Twice a year. in
May and in October, the painting was
borrowed of the marquis and carried
IN procession through Tore del Greco.
1t was May and but seven DAYS be-
fore the festival of Tore del Greco.
when the old voluptuary Of Sorrento
Jared forth so swiftly with guest he
had not invited. The new MARQUIS
was scarcely warm in his bare house
and the old one cold in his before the
procession of boats, each with its com
Portable priest, came to the stone steps
and bore away the Virgin of the Noun
tain to her semi-annual worshiping.
An American tourist chose that
morning to ascend Vesuvius. Passing
through Tore del Greco, he was met
by the procession of the Virgin, and
his driver was ordered by the priests
to pull up by the roadside until the
holy ceremony was ended. The tour
list, standing up on his carriage seat,
observed that the procession was not
likely to pass within any reasonable
time, and as the ceremony was in no
wise holy to him, fact which he
stated clearly enough in his own Ian
guage, he ordered his driver to go on.
The driver declined, having, like the
old marquis, an eye to the welfare
of his soul, whereupon the tourist, not
caring whit for his soul, caught up
the lines and drove into the process
sion.
A crowd of women with their hair
streaming down their backs were
passing at that moment. These prompt
ly seized the horses, cut the traces of
the harness, pulled the linch-pins out
of the axles, and trundled the carriage
into the gutter. They then, in va
riety Of ways, explained to the tourist
the esteem in which they held him.
He, likewise, gave his views no less
picturesquely, finally declaring that
he would buy the COMPOUNDED Virgin
as soon as he got down from Vesu-
vius, and hang her up in Carnegie
library threat at that moment lost
on the un-Englished peasants of Tore
del Greco, but otherwise an expression
fated, like an oracle. It was not lost,
however, on the guide who sat beside
him, but accurately remembered and
accurately repeated in reply to innu-
morable queries.
One does not know what hand the
long -baffled mountain took in the bust
ness. At any rate, the following
morning the American called on the
new marquis and asked him to name
a price for his picture. The young man
declined The American offered a
thousand Ira, then ten, finally twenty.
The marquis still declined, and the
American in disgust returned to Ma
pies. The young marquis locked up
his house and went to the inn at Sor-
rento for his dinner. This hosiery
is maintained by the pleasantest thief
in Italy. Over his wine the marquis
had the incident of the procession re-
lated with endless comment; so many
gesticulating witnesses came forward
to be heard that the marquis was COM
PEELED to remain the night under the
roof of this pleasantest thief. When
he returned at sunrise and opened the
door of the villa with it's iron Key, ne
found the Virgin Of the Mountain van
ished: the canvas had been cut out
Of the frame.
The man, overwhelmed with this
tremendous disaster, sat down on
bench in his hall, covered his race
with his hands and abandoned hlmser
to despair. forgetful Of the open door
and the sun now shining through II.
He was aroused by a. voice offerlng
him the salutation of the morning ana
the benediction of God. He looked up
to see the padre of Sorrento standing
in the door. The old man had come
early, tramping down the mountain
through the wet lemon groves, 70
warn the young marquis against tnat
devils threat Of the American anu "
bring peace to his house.
The young marquis took one Oh nis
hands from over his face and pointed
to the empty frame hanging on tne
wall. The padre, following his nnger'
groaned like one struck with mortar
agony and backed slowly out OF .ne
door. Then, livid. quivering' ais
teeth rafting like castanets, ne curseu
the new Marquis Mazaccra with moe
GUS. excoriating curses.
Chou who hast sold, like Judas, not
christ but the Mother of Christi!
The boy leaped up like one proddeo
with hot spit.
"No. no, padre!" he cried, 1 nave
not sold it. 1t was stolen. See, It was
cut from the frame. have not soio
it," .hoL.
The old man pointed a long, snaA-
ing finger over the threshold. III,
Chou art a liar" he said' iAe .n'
master. who is the father OF liars.
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