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FRA FELICE’S LEGACY 23 7
23 7
“ Shall I present your vow to the Christ-image?”
she said.
“Do as you will, Donna Elisa,” said the old
man.
• ••••••••
That same day old Fra Felice had risen at five
o’clock in the morning and begun to sweep out his
church. He felt quite active and well; but while
he was working it seemed as if San Pasquale,
sitting with his bag of stones outside the church-door,
had something to say to him. He went out, but
there was nothing the matter with San Pasquale;
quite the contrary. Just then the sun glided up from
behind Etna, and down the dark mountain-sides the
rays came hurrying, many-colored as harp-strings.
When the rays reached Fra Felice’s old church
they turned it rosy red; rosy red were also the old
barbaric pillars that held up the canopy over the
image, and San Pasquale with his bag of stones,
and Fra Felice himself. “We look like young
boys,” thought the old man; “we have still long
years to live.”
But as he was going back into the church, he
felt a sharp pressure at his heart, and it came into
his mind that San Pasquale had called him out to
say farewell. At the same time his legs became so
heavy that he could hardly move them. He felt no
pain, but a weariness which could mean nothing
but death. He was scarcely able to put his broom
away behind the door of the sacristy; then he
dragged himself up the choir, lay down on the
platform in front of the high altar, and wrapped his
cloak about him.
The Christ-image seemed to nod to him and say:
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