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SAINT ZITA AND THE BEGGAR.
A Lovely Legend We Picked Upn in'
Bozzanello-The Candle that the
Angels Set to Burn Forever.
St. Zita was a little Italian. girl
who lived away back in the thirteenth
century-the time of crusades and
tournaments and troubadours, of
brave knights and beautiful ladies,
and of poetry. But one would think
hat there could be little poetry in
e life of St. Zita; for she was only
little servant maid, who spent all
,er d-ays scrubbing floors and wash
ing dishes. dusting and running of
errands.'And not every little girl who
sweeps up. ashes and sits in fhe chim- I
ney corner%an turn out to be a Cind
erella with coach and four. Yet
there were stories told of strange and
beautiful things'that happened to St.
Zita. and her nane is still dear to the
people who live'in the little town
where it all took place. This was the
tiny village of Bozzanello in Italy,
the fairest country of the world. In
summer the skies are blue all day
long, and the air is full of perfume
and the song of birds. The village lies
on the slope of Mount Sagrate, and
all about are green vineyards and or
ehard and groves of olive trees,
whose fruit is made into oil and sent
. o the town of Lucca, nine miles
away. After all it is poetry enough
just to live in a land where one
breathes a little poem all the time,
and where one sees poetry all about
in flowers and sunshine, and glimpses
across the blue, blue Italian. sea.
But Zita had still more poetry than
this in her life. More than anything
else she loved to go to church. She
loved the singing and the lights and
the great rolling organ music; she
loved the beautiful words of the
hymns, and the arches above her
head; for they made her feel that she
was herself a part of this wonderful
poem of praise. And when all is said,
this was the finest poetry in the
world, even in. those romantic times,
and not even the knights and their
fair princesses had more.
Zita's parents were poor, so she
had to go out to earn her bread while
she was still very young. They sent
her to be a little maid in the family
of a kind nobleman, Cont Pagano de
atinelli, and here she lived and wasI
vand contented, for they loved
early, and were good to her al-:
Still, she had to work hard,
ometimes she grew very weary
e the long day was done. Buti
was never too tired to go toi
rch every morning, and on Sun-:
s and holy days beside. She was
er too sleepy or lazy, for this]
her chiefest pleasure, indeed al
t the only one she had.
ow, one Christmas Eve Zita was
to hear the carols sung in the
echurch. It was very cold, and
master did not think she was
ssed waimly enough. So the Count
t for his beautiful cloak, lined
hpurple satin and clasped with
clasps. And just as she was
starting out he stopped her, saying,
"Here, little Zita, you must wear
m.v cloak to-night, or you will be
cold. But take care that you bring it
safely back to me. for it is very pre-:
cious." Zita thanked him, promising
to be careful, and hurried away, for
she was already late. When she
reached the church the doors were
*closed and everyone else had gone in.
She was hurrying through the porch
when she felt somne one pull a corner
of her dress. Turning about she saw
a beggar crouching in the snow. He
was a poor cripple, and looked vervy
siek and .old. His face was blue i's
cold and his blue, numb hands trem-i
bled as he held them up, asking pit- :
eou.sly for a little gift on Christmas
Eve. Now Zita was poor herself, and
. she had nothing to give. Bu~t it made:
the tears come into her eyes to see<
im so cold and miserable. If only he
uld wait until the rich people came1
t of chureh, warm and happy, and:
11 of kindly Christmas spirit, she
ew that they would give generous
ly' But meanwhile he might freeze1
to death in the snow. What could]
she do for him? A sudden thoughti
ae- to her.' One had been kind to
Sshe would pass the kindness on.1
would loan him the cloak. for
would not need it in the church.
threw off the warm mantle and,
ding down, wrapped it about the
shoulders of the beggar.
Take this," she said, "until they
e out. Poor man! It will keep you
for a while anyway. I will come
it when the service is over."
nshe went in-to the church with a
t' when, among the troops of
le who passed out of the arelh
an hour later. she looked around
the b)eggar and her borrowed
.But the beggar was gone. A
lump rose in Zita's throat and
S ::e ftK i a:r iitil'ar. Whlil 2a rerli
.l : li( I Ilditi le(i a SIIE had
etak W1ili I)elOlla d to lie r Ialte
WVZIS cl. Sre Iu Iwildly arou;I
seeking- anong the people isi de and
outside the church, but it was of no
use. So, trembling and frightened, she
returned home, all the joy of her
Christmas Eve dimmed and clouded
by a flood of tears.
Drooping her head before him, poor
little Zita told her master what had
happened. Naturally he was very an
gry. He did not see why she should
have been so careless as to loan his
eloak to a beggar, and he blamed her
severely. But bitterer than all t.he
words he said it was to see his face,
and to know how lie was grieving, for
the cloak which his dear wife had
iven him. Zita crawled away mis
erably to bed and sobbed herself to
Now, in the morning, before the
older folks were astir, Zita rose to be
,in her daily work, to light the fire
and get the breakfast ready for her
master and mistress. Usually she
arose happy as a lark, and fresh as a
little pink daisy when it holds up its
dewy lips to kiss the sun good-morn
ing. It was Christmas Day and all
the bells were ringing joyously. But
Zita's heart was heavy as lead, and
her eyes were red and swollen with
erying, even in her dreams. What joy
could Christmas Day ,bring to her, .or
to the house where so unlucky a li.t
tle girl lived? As she was going about
her work listlessly, dreading the
time when she must see her master
again, there came a knock at the
oor. It was too early for visitors;
xho could it be this Christmas morn
Zita went to the door anxiously
and therb on the door-stone stood a
tranger. He was a beautiful youth,
and, oh, wonderful to say! there was
a halo about his head, and great lum
nous wings folded at his back. He
smiled as she opened the door and
eld out to her a cloak-the very
same one which Zita had loaned to
the beggar the night before. She
rave a cry of joy, and reached out
Aer hand for it.
"Yes, Zitia," said the angel, kind
v "here is the lost cloak. You shall
ever suffer for being kind, on are
lest for yovr goodness to the poor,
3old, shivering b'eggar. It will not be
~orgotten'.'' He gave the cloak into
1er eager hands; but when she went
:o thank him he was gone, and only
:he fragance of lillies remained about
:he door to show that a messenger
~rom Paradise had been. there.
The Zita hurried back into the
iouse with a light heart and shining
ves. What a rejocing there was
about that breakfast table, and what
i merry Christmas they had! By and
)y they went out to look for the beg
rar, but he was nowhere to be found.
Aid to this day the people of Bozzan
allo believe that the beautiful youth
who brought back the cloak was the
ngel who knelt, disguised as a beg
rar. at the chureh door, to test the
hearity of the little maid. And it is
;till called the ''Angel door'' in mem
ry of the strange thing that happen
After this it seemed as if the good
;pirits of another world had grown
love Zita and watched over her.
She felt their presence when she
vent on long journeys and she knew
he was always in the shadow of their
v-ines. There is a story to prove this.
ne. on the Eve of St. Mary Mae
lalene's Day, which comes on July
22. she went on. a pilgrimage to the
~hureh of that saint. It was seven
niles away on the road to Lucca and
he had to walk all that weary dis
:ane. It was la.te when she started.
or there had been much work to do,
md she did not get theer till after
lark. Oh, how tired her poor little
eet were when she reached the
~hurch, and how badly she felt when
;he found the .great door closed and
:he services ended. Poor little child!
Iad she come all that distarnee for
0thin? 'No.'' she said to herself:
'I have come to bring a candle in
ionor of St. Mary and I will have a
ittle service all by myself if I can
11 get into the church.''
As Zita lighted her candle and knelt
efre the- church door to say her
wavers she did not notice that the
~andles of the sky were all put out.
Tot a star was burning and the moon
1ad put on a waterproof. There was
roing to be a dreadful storm. But
ita did not know. Her sun-burned
yes soon began to wink and finally
osed tight. The poor little head be
ran to drop and at last fell over on
me shoulder. Zita was sound asleep,
vith the candle burning in her hand.
Then the storm hegan. The wind
oared and shook the trees: the raini
ored dlownl and the street was turn
a d in to little streams whc a all
r'ound in ditffer:ent direct ins. bmnt
noubs of the little stone faces carv
dr(1 h d -i .fightened. It was ler
rib toj see. Rut Zita kiew nwthin
-it ali a5ut it. She neVer wakerned no
s irred i1 her dreamless, ired sleep
And when she woke in the mornin
the vandil was still burnin in hei
hand. For the angels had spread theii
win-.s over her all the night. and had
sheltered her from the wind and rain
and h-ad kept the little eandle fron
goi-g out. Zita rose wonderingly ir
the rosy morning light. Then she
glaneed down at her gown and felt
her braids of long black hair. Thern
was not a rain drop upon them. Ani
she smiled softly to herself. and ii
her heart thanked the ;ood friends
who were watehing around her. shE
knew. thoush she could rot see them
This is how St. Zita made poetr
for herself amid a life of pans and
kettles, of brooms and dish-washing.
And when she died a beautifu- star
appeared in the sky over Bozzanello
And it may be that this was the very
candle of St. Zita which her angels
had set there to burn forever, ir
spite of storm and rain, just as it did
that ni.ht. At all events, through all
these years, it has shed a gleam of
light for us to read her charity ani
pimus faith. a.-.d it is just as brighi
today as it was six hundred years aro
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