Il Buon Di Si Conosce Da Mattina [137] Early the next morning the report spread through the town that many lights had been seen in the cemetery on the previous night.

The leader of the Venerable Tertiary Order spoke of lighted candles, of their shape and size, and, although he could not fix the exact number, had counted more than twenty.

Sister Sipa, of the Brotherhood of the Holy Rosary, could not bear the thought that a member of a rival order should alone boast of having seen this divine marvel, so she, even though she did not live near the place, had heard cries and groans, and even thought she recognized by their voices certain persons with whom she, in other times,--but out of Christian charity she not only forgave them but prayed for them and would keep their names secret, for all of which she was declared on the spot to be a saint.

Sister Rufa was not so keen of hearing, but she could not suffer that Sister Sipa had heard so much and she nothing, so she related a dream in which there had appeared before her many souls--not only of the dead but even of the living--souls in torment who begged for a part of those indulgences of hers which were so carefully recorded and treasured.

She could furnish names to the families interested and only asked for a few alms to succor the Pope in his needs.