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SAINT ZITA AND THE BEGGAR.
A Lovely I-egend 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 bhe thirteenth
eenturv-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 Jays serubbing floors and wash
in- dishes. dusting and running of
errands.'And not every little girl who
sweeps up. ashes and sits in fhe chim
ney cornervan turn out to be a Cind
erella with a coach and four. Yet
there were stories t.old of strange and
?' beautiful things'that happened to St.
Zita. and her nae 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
ehardg and groves of olive trees,
whose fruit is made into oil and sen,t
to the town of LUicca, 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
eross 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 orgian 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
Lad to go out to earn her bread while
she was still very young. They sent
her to be a little maid in the family
o+ a kind nobleman, Cont Pagano de
atinel.li, and here she lived and was
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. But
was never too tired to go to
reh every morning, and on Sutn
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
dclasps. 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 thianked 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 some one pull a corner
of her dress. Turnin~g about she saw
a beggar crouching in the snow. He
was a poor cripple, and looked very
sick and.old. His face was blue with
cold and his blue, numb hands trem
bled as he held them up, asking pit
eously for a little gift on Christmas
Eve. Now Zita was poor herself, and
she had nothing to give. But it made
the tears come into her eyes to see
im so cold and miserable. If only he
uld wait until the rich people came
t of church, warm and happy, and
11 of kindly Christmas spirit, she
ew that they would give generous
ly.' But meanwhile he might freeze
to death in the s"ow. What could
she do for him? A sudden thought
me-to her.' One had been kind to
Eshe would pass the kindness on.
would loan him the cloak, for
would not need it in the church.
threw off the wann 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
itt 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 arch
an hour later, she looked around
the bew'ar andi her borrowed
.But the beggar was gone. A
lump rose in Zita's throat and
ste fvlt S1lk at Iizil't. \\ 'ill te l]
Le i :had liappelled ShIe lca(
Ift "ll .e VclVe(:l. 2llid 1ll0 I)e alIllIifIVI
I i Wl ll! elol tl t 1 ci it11le
Ws Z oIel1. She ran Wi1dlY a'out
seeking among the people inside all
outside the church, but it was of n<
use. So. trembling and frightened, sh
returned home, all the joy of he
Christmas Eve dimmed and cloude<
by a flood of tears.
Drooping her head before him, poo:
little Zita told her master what ha(
happened. Naturally he was very an
grV. He did not see why she shoult
have been so careless as to loan hi
eloak to a beggar, and he blamed he
severely. But bitterer than all thi
words he said it was to see his face
and to kno~w how he was grieving, fo:
the cloak which his dear wife h1a
.iven him. Zita crawled away mis
erably to bed and sobbed herself t<
Now, in the morning, before th(
older folks were astir, Zita rose to be
gin her daily work, to light the fir
and get the breakfast ready for he,
master and mistress. Usually shi
arose happy as a lark, and fresh as c
little pink daisy when it holds up it:
dewy lips to kiss the sun good-morn
ing. It was Christmas Day and al
the bells were. ringing joyously. Bu
Zita's heart was heavy as lead, ani
her eyes were red and swollen witl
crying, even in her dreams. What joi
could Christmas Day ,bring to her, o:
to the house where so unlucky a lit
tle girl lived ? As she was going abou
her work listlessly. dreading th
time when she must see her maste
again, there came a knock at th
door. It was too early for visitors
who could it be this Christmas morn
Zita went to the door anxiousl.
and there on the door-stone stood
stranger. He was a beautiful youth
and, oh, wonderful to say! there wa.
a halo about his head, and great lum
inous wings folded at his back. H
smiled as she opened the door an<
held out to her a cloak-the veri
same one which Zita had loaned t<
the beggar the night before. Sh
gave a cry of joy, and reached ou
her hand for it.
"Yes, Zita," said the angel, kiid
lv "here is the lost cloak. You. shal
never suffer for being kind. ou ar<
blest for your goodness to the poor
cold, shivering b'eggar. It will not be
forotten' He gave the cloak int<
her eager hands; but when she wen:
to thank him he was gone, and onl:
the fragance of lillies remained abou
the door to show that a messenge
from Paradise had been, there.
The Zita hurried back into the
house with a light heart and shining
eves. What a rejoeing there wa:
about that breakfast table, and wha
a merry Christmas they had! By ani
by they went out to look for the beg
ar. but he was nowhere to be found
And to this day the people of Bozzan
ello believe that the beautiful youtl
who brought back the cloak was thi
angel who knelt, disguised as a beg
gar. at the chureh door, to test th<
eharity of the little maid. And it is
still called t:he ''Angel door'' in mem
ory of the strange thing that happen
After this it seemed as if the gooi
spirits of another world had grow
to love Zita and watched over her
She felt their presence when she
went on long journeys and she knev
she was always in the shadow of thei
wines. There is a story to prove this
Once, on the Eve of St. Mary Mar
dalene's Day, which comes on Jul:
22. she went on- a pilgrimage to the
church of that saint. It was sevel
miles away on the road to Lucca an<
she had to walk all that weary dis
tance. It was la.te when she started
for there had been much work to dc
and she did not get theer till afte:
dark. Oh. how tired her poor litti
feet were when she reached thi
hurch, and how badly she felt whei
she found the great door closed an<
the services ended. Poor little c-hild
Had she come all that distanee fo:
nothing? 'No.'' she said to herself
'I have come to bring a candle u
honor of St. Mary and I -vill have
little service all by myself if I ean
not get into the church.''
As Zita lighted her candle and knel
before the- church door to say he:
rn-avers she did not notice that th<
candles of the sky were all put out
Not a star was burning and the mooi
had put on a waterproof. There was
going to be a dreadful storm. Bu
Zita did not know. Her sun-burne<
eyes soon began to wink and finall;
losed tight. The poor little head be
gan to drop and at last fell over or
one shoulder. Zita was sound asleep
with the candle burning in her ha.nd
Then the storm began. The win<
roared and shook the treces: the raji
)ouredl dlown and the street was turn
ed ito little streams which i-an a]
arond4 in different direction!s. hunt
o: ja of water rani out .of tlh
mouths of the little stone faces carv
t he e:lnch, and When he li-:i n-r
11hished it showed( VCV evrtin- loo ki n;
drei ched and frihitened. it was ,er
rile (o see. Rut Zita knew not'hin.
I at all ab,,otut it. She never wakened nor
slirred i1 her dreamless, tired sleep.
And when she woke in the morning
the candle was still burning in her
hand. For the angels had spread their
winOs over her all the night. and had
sheltered her from the wind and rain,
and had kept the little candle from
goin-g out. Zita rose wonderingly in
the rosy morning light. Then she I
galanced down at her gown and felt
her braids of long black hair. There
was not a rain drop upon them. And
she sile-d softly to herself, and in
her heart thanked the -ood friends
who were watehing around her. she
knew, thoug:h she could nAot see them.
This is how St. Zita made poetry
for herself amid a life of pans and
kettles, of brooms and dish-washing.
And when she died a beautiful 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, in
- spite of storm and rain, just as it did
that night. At all events, through all
these years, it has shed a gleam of
light for us to read her chai+ty and
pions faith. ad.4 it is just as bright
today as it was six hundred years ago.
James T. Bacon.
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