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140 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
sible to stand in darkness when so much joy is
burning within them.
In the hotels the travellers are waked and urged
to get up. “ There is a festival in Palermo to-night,
O signori!”
The travellers ask for whom. “For one of the
socialists whom the government has pardoned out of
prison. He is coming now in the steamer from
Naples.” — “What kind of a man is he?” —"His
name is Bosco, and the people love him.”
There are preparations everywhere in the night
for his sake. One of the goatherds on Monte
Pellegrino is busy tying little bunches of blue-bells
for his goats to wear in their collars. And as he
has a hundred goats, and they all wear collars —
But it must be done. His goats could not wander
into Palermo the next morning without being
adorned in honor of the day.
The dressmakers have had to sit at their work
till midnight to finish all the new dresses that are
to be worn that morning. And when such a little
dressmaker has finished her work for others, she
has to think of herself. She puts a couple of plumes
in her hat and piles up bunches of ribbon a yard
high. To-day she must be beautiful.
The long rows of houses begin to be illuminated.
Here and there a rocket whizzes up. Fire-crackers
hiss and snap at every street corner.
The flower shops along Via Vittorio Emanuele
are emptied again and again. Always more, more
of the white orange-blossoms! All Palermo is
filled with the sweet fragrance of the
orange-blossoms.
The gate-keeper in Bosco’s house has no peace
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