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fingers to him, and preach for him as beautifully as
they can!”
A few days after the little maid came again and
spoke to the image. “You poor Christchild, who
are no Christchild,” she said, “do you know that
to-day I have been up in Aracoeli and have seen
how the true child was carried in the procession?
They held a canopy over him, all the people fell on
their knees, and they sang and played before him.
Never will you see anything so wonderful!”
And mark that a few days later the little maid
came again and spoke to the image: “Do you know,
Christchild, who are not a real Christchild, that it
is better for you to stand where you are standing?
For the real child is called to the sick and is driven
to them in his gold-laced carriage, but he cannot
help them and they die in despair. And people
begin to say that Aracoeli’s holy child has lost his
power to do good, and that prayers and tears do not
move him. It is better for you to stand where you
are standing than to be called upon and not to be
able to help.”
But the next night a miracle came to pass. About
midnight a loud ringing was heard at the cloister
gate at Aracoeli. And when the gate-keeper did not
come quickly enough to open, some one began to
knock. It sounded clear, like ringing metal, and it
was heard through the whole monastery. All the
monks leaped from their beds. All who had been
tortured by terrible dreams rose at one time, and
believed that Antichrist was come.
But when they opened the door — when they
opened it! It was the little Christ image that stood
on the threshold. It was his little hand that had
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