The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1876-01-03

svcrable, and cthout contradiction from he
ginning to end. when had rencnod the last
sentence. closed tho book and rose from my
cat to 90 directly to my friend, the priest. ana
tell him the result. and announce to him my de-
termination to be instructed and received into
the Church. In tho course Of my instructions
for baptism and confirmation resolved to he
told him wanted to be a priest he laughed at
me. You see that am one"
MEETING THE PoETFss.
In the course OF that conversation hs spoke
t1 me OF Miss Chaia, and asked my permission
- brinx her to see me. | at once assented. and
There was at that tine am sure, no love affair
between them, nor did either seem TO be In any
being beauty, very pleasing little girl. She did
not seem more than eighteen or twenty, but was
probably about twenty three. A brunette, with
large brilliant black eyes, full sensuous lips, and
prominent chin and mouth. In spite Of these
defects, she was rather pretty. She seemed III
AT ease, constrained, and awkward, like a BASH
ful country girl, who resented her embarrass-
ment, instead Of Yielding to- 1t, as a disciplined
girl does. IA soon a. she became interested,
however, in the conversation, her embarrass-
ment wore OF. and | found her Intelligent. un-
effected. and extremely direct and to the point
i'm ali that she aaid Her habits Of Thought IL was
evident, were vigorous. returned her call, and
she soon came again, and this time alone In the
evening. because both she ana were occupied
during the day. She seemed sad, and spoke BIT
terly Of the injustice of the world To women.
She scoHed at COnventionalities, and openly
ayowed her socialistic yiews, expressing her
contempt for marriage. llei youth, intelligence,
and candor, all aroused my sympathy and ellc-
tied my admiration. | would not argue with
her. but tired the gentler course OF silence and
deprecating looks. Sne warmly challenged me
to answer her. / replied:
~ do not care to conirovert your ideas at
present, my dear child; IN the future we Will
talk more on this subject. In The mean time let
Inc beg you NOT To wear your helrt on your
sleeve for DAVIS to peck at
Her large, DARK eyes expressed the most un-
mitiga ed scorn 4 me aud my advice. erllps,
as she answered me, curled with scorn.
beware beware she exclaimed. THAT
Is all that can get any Of YOU to say. Father
Lake only answers me with beware. don't he
lieye any Of you have any reason for your Opin-
ions or SOu would be more ready To give them
wINNING By SLOW APPROACHES.
! was much PANIED by her reckies. ness. and
touched with her extreme Youth. / was aston
i-ued and shocked INTO silence. II was growing
late, AMI thought that II would he best to CON
suit with Father Lake before talked more with
her on the subject. In truth doubted my own
ABILITY To cope with her ia an argument ON any
subject. She had So mucn force Of Will could
SO uycrpowtr me with her assumed or real SUI
peroriiy. knew that / must win her by slow
approaches. II at ali; or rather ielt an inward
conviction that II ever she changed her Views,
ot swrryed from the course IN lie which sne
had m rked out for herself. 1t would not prubA-
bly, be thl Ough my tustrumentalty, or probably
ty any Arguments OF any human being. only
answered, therefore
You are mistaken, but l will not re.
ply now; PERHAPS never VIII; Tor, after
all no human being ever yet made any one
a Catholic. To be Catholic ~ tine only thug
that will change your views anu Almighty God
alone can make uan or woman & thouc. lie
will make YOU one, thiak, some OF these days,
IN his own way
"why do you say thatf" she asked quicl.is
"BecaL e kbow that TWO Catholic tst
will pray for you," | replied.
She blushed ani laughed and fosp TO go.
offered TO accompany her nome, but she insisted
| that / should not. l told her that she was too
young and pretty TO 20 across town alone, AT
which she seemed hishly amused. y few days
af erward she sent me copy Of her poems
| Father Lake brought the book. IL Is a small
| volume OF two hundred pages. The longest
| poem Is one OF about hundred pages. Napo
leon Bonapartc." II Is as much, or more iudi-
ca i've OF genius as Guido and Lita," the lately
published poem of the arquis Of LOrne or the
poetic night OF any nedgling poet. Father
| Lake atteupted TO read aloud 10 me the follow
Ing verses from the volume, but his voice faile
| him before he had complei ed the first stanza.
| knew by the flush on his cnerks and the tremoi
ll his voice, tnat he Was In danger, but though
! many Years his senior, respect Tor his cas,Ocb
| and regard for his sensiuiltles restrained n,
| from betiaying NY thoughts VI utteIlns any Of
lciuus worus.