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Updated: June 16, 2025
Is it not wonderful, Father Ramoni, that you will go back with that gift to the people you converted? And yet to me it is more wonderful that you wish to go back. Why do you not stay here? You, a Roman, would advance." "Not now, Monsignore," the missionary answered quickly. They were passing the group near the fountain, going toward the bench where Father Denfili sat.
For what could trouble the old man here in San Ambrogio on this, the greatest day of the Community? For to-day Father Ramoni had returned to Rome. Even as Father Tomasso passed the fountain a group of Fathers and novices were gathering around one of the younger priests, who still wore his fereoula and wide-brimmed hat, just as he had entered from Via Paoli.
Father Tomasso, crossing the path with the novice, suddenly saw a strange look of pain on the old priest's face, and started toward him just as the gate to the cloister garden swung back, revealing a picture that held him waiting. Four men a great Roman prelate, the General of San Ambrogio, Father Ramoni and Father Pietro, Ramoni's secretary were coming into the garden.
I tell you, Brother Luigi, missionary history has never chronicled such wonders as our Father Ramoni has wrought." From behind them came the rising voice of the little priest, bubbling into laughter. "And as I came through the Pincio all that I heard was his name. I had to wait for a duchessa's carriage to pass.
The pain of the blow gripped him relentlessly and he knew that it was a pain that would stay. He had been passed over, ignored, set down for Pietro, who sat weeping beside the table, his head buried in his hands. "I can't take it," he was sobbing; "I am not able. It's a mistake, a terrible mistake." Ramoni put his hand on the other man's head. "It is true, Pietro," he said.
But something one of those mysterious "somethings" peculiar to Rome had happened, and the nominations were postponed. In the month that Father Ramoni remained in Rome he had tasted the fruits of his old popular success. On his first Sunday at home he preached in San Carlo as well as ever better than ever.
Tomasso laid the letter before him and left the room just as Father Ramoni, bidding his visitor a gay good-bye, turned back. Father Pietro was taking the letter from its large square envelope. He read it with puzzled wonder rising to his eyes. Before he came to its end he was on his feet. "No! No!" he cried. "It is impossible. It is a mistake." Father Ramoni turned quickly.
Then, after Ramoni had been silent long moments, he spoke. "You did not pray, my son?" "Pray?" Ramoni's laughter rasped. "How can I pray? My life is ruined. I am ashamed even to meet my brethren in the chapel." "And yet, it is God one meets in the chapel," the old man said. "God, and God alone; even if there be a thousand present." "God?" flung back the missionary. "What has He done to me?
But later on chi lo sa? You are to preach Sunday afternoon at San Carlo? I shall be there to hear you. So will all Rome, I suppose. Ah, you do well here! 'Filius urbis et orbis son of the city and the world. It's a great title, Ramoni!" They had come in front of the bench where Father Denfili told his beads. The prelate turned to the old General of San Ambrogio with deference.
On the day the letter from the Vatican came, Father Ramoni, detained in the cloister by the expected visit of a prelate who had expressed his desire to meet the missionary of Marqua, passed Father Denfili on his way to the reception-room.
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