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succeed in his purpose, for while he was disappointed at the rebuff he had received, he was not at all discouraged.
    Despite the tragedy that had struck Pepino’s early life and robbed him of his family, he really considered himself a most fortunate boy, compared with many, since he had acquired not only a heritage to aid him in earning a living but also an important precept by which to live.
    This maxim, the golden key to success, had been left with Pepino, together with bars of chocolate, chewing gum, peanut brittle, soap, and other delights, by a corporal in the United States Army who had, in the six months he had been stationed in the vicinity of Assisi, been Pepino’s demigod and hero. His name was Francis Xavier O’Halloran, and what he told Pepino before he departed out of his life for ever was, “If you want to get ahead in this world, kid, don’t never take no for an answer. Get it?” Pepino never forgot this important advice.
    He thought now that his next step was clear; nevertheless, he went first to his friend and adviser, Father Damico, for confirmation.
    Father Damico, who had a broad head, lustrous eyes, and shoulders shaped as though they had been especially designed to support the burdens laid upon them by his parishioners, said, “You are within your rights, my son, in taking your request to the lay Supervisor and it lies within his power to grant or refuse it.”
    There was no malice in the encouragement he thus gave Pepino, but it was also true that he was not loathe to see the Supervisor brought face to face with an example of pure and innocent faith. For in his private opinion that worthy man was too much concerned with the twin churches that formed the Basilica and the crypt as a tourist attraction. He, Father Damico, could not see why the child should not have his wish, but, of course, it was out of his jurisdiction. He was, however, curious about how the Supervisor would react, even though he thought he knew in advance.
    However, he did not impart his fears to Pepino and merely called after him as he was leaving, “And if the little one cannot be got in from above, there is another entrance from below, through the old church, only it has been walled up for a hundred years. But it could be opened. You might remind the Supervisor when you see him. He knows where it is.”



Pepino thanked him and went back alone to the Basilica and the monastery attached to it and asked permission to see the Supervisor.
    This personage was an accessible man, and even though he was engaged in a conversation with the Bishop, he sent for Pepino, who walked into the cloister gardens where he waited respectfully for the two great men to finish.

    The two dignitaries were walking up and down, and Pepino wished it were the Bishop who was to say yea or nay to his request, as he looked the kindlier of the two, the Supervisor appearing to have more the expression of a merchant. The boy pricked up his ears, because, as it happened, they were speaking of St. Francis, and the Bishop was just remarking with a sigh, “He has been gone too long from this earth. The lesson of his life is plain to all who can read. But who in these times will pause to do so?”
    The Supervisor said, “His tomb in the crypt attracts many to Assisi. But in a Holy Year, relics are even better. If we but had the tongue of the Saint, or a lock of his hair, or a fingernail.”

    The Bishop had a far-away look in his eyes, and he was shaking his head gently. “It is a message we are in need of, my dear Supervisor, a message from a great heart that would speak to us across the gap of seven centuries to remind us of The Way.” And here he paused and coughed, for he was a polite man and noticed that Pepino was waiting.
    The Supervisor turned also and said, “Ah yes, my son, what is it that I can do for you?”
    Pepino said, “Please, sir, my donkey Violetta is very sick. The Doctor Bartoli has said he can do nothing more and perhaps she will die.