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the feast of san sebastiano ij7i
toxicate her, so that she would be able to forget her
grief. " If this does not succeed/’ she thought, " if
I cannot find diversion, I must die."
Now in Diamante there was a poor old
stonecutter, who had thought that he might earn a couple of
soldi during the feast. Therefore he had formed out
of lava several little busts of San Sebastiano and of
Pope Leo XIII. And knowing that many in
Diamante loved Gaetano and grieved over his fate, he
also made a few likenesses of him.
No sooner had Donna Micaela come out in the
street than she chanced to meet this man, and he
asked her to buy his miserable little images.
" Buy Don Gaetano Alagona, Donna Micaela,"
said the man, "buy Don Gaetano, whom the
government have put into prison, because he wished to
succor Sicily."
Donna Micaela pressed her father’s arm and
hurried on.
But in the Cafe Europa stood the landlord’s son
and sang canzonets. He had composed some new
ones for the occasion, and among others also a couple
about Gaetano. Because there was no knowing
whether the people would not like particularly to
hear about him.
As Donna Micaela was passing the caf£ she heard
the singing and stopped to listen.
"Ah, Gaetano, Gaetano," sang the young man.
" Songs are powerful. I will sing you free with my
songs. First I send you the lithe canzonet. He
will glide in between your prison-bars and break
them. Then I will send you the sonnet, which is
fair as a woman to bribe your keepers. And after
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