Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-09-04

HIS Htdil buTutQ WltIllH ulll dS luc uUly
man pleaded with him more and more
strongly to return to TIE fold he had left.
but where his place was always kept ready
for him.
Come back. come back he sal 1, ito
the faith and the church which made your
mother what she was-what she is. 1t is
you who have closed the door so that her
holy angel cannot come to you. Return
to the church of God Confess your sins
and receive dissolution, remembering that
there is more Joy in heaven over one sin.
ner that repenteth than over ninety and
nine just men that need no repentance.
Open your ears and your heart now, so
that, through my poor lips, you may hear
your angel mother pleading with you for
you souls salvation for another triumph
for. the blessed Saviour cross"
| know not what further words he used,
nor dare venture TO describe the feelings
of the youth as he listened; but after a
while, his bitter natare conquered entirely,
and kneeling before the priest he cried
Receive me back again, | pray you, and
bless me, even me also, 0 my Father!'
Father Warren, however, replied
thoughfully: think it wiser and better,
my son, that you should take this solemn
step when you are calmer and have fully
considered it with prayer, for surely a
second backsliding would be far more
grievous than a rst. | will leave you now
and return again tomorrow.
Now, | beseecl you, dear father, do
not leave me so, urabsolved, but if in your
wisdom you think it well that should re-
feet further alone, then go into my library
and take there the rest you so much need
for few hours, while remain here and
think of all you have said. F"
To this Father Warren assented, End
passed into the adjoining room, leaving
the young man alone.
He looked around him before sitting
down, and found in the books, magazines,
little works of art and pictures, further
evidences of the refinement and intelli-
gence which had been so marked in every
thing he had seen in the house. But what
arrested his attention most, and fascinated
while it startled him, was the picture OF a
beautiful lady in full evening dress which
hung over an old bureau, and beneath
which was vase of white flowers, evil
IDENTIFY placed there by some loving hand.
where have seen that face before?'
he thought 1T seems fresh in my mem
DRY. and yet have seen none such for
many years" He took up book and sat
down before the fire, trying to rest. Tired
as he was, he could not sleep, for the pict-
ure seemed to haunt and disturb him.
Again and again he rose to look at it, till
suddenly it flashed across him, THE lady
that brought me here tonight! How like,
and yet how different
While he was still standing and looking,
his new friend entered and said quickly.
"You are looking at the portrait Of my
mother! 1t is very like her. Is she not
beautiful? Can you not feel now how |
must miss her sweet company every hour
of the day? Is it not strange that feel
nearer her tonight than at any time since
she died and left me alone? Indeed, | feel
now as if she were not really dead-as If
we must meet again Will you receive
my confession now. father, and give me
| dissolution before sleep, and then think
shall feel as if the black wall between us
had been broken down for ever.
Willingly, my son, answered the
good priest.
Into that solen interview and subse-
quent conversation it is not for us to IN
trude, but it was very late before they
parted for the night, and it was arranged
that they should meet again at the 7 clock
service il the mission-room chapel the fol-
lowing morning.
Imagine, then, the disappointment of
| Father Warren when the service began
ard ended and his young friend did not
appear.
He was very sad Accustomed as he
was to disappointments of this kind, he
had never felt one so keenly before. He
had been so confident of the lads earnest
ness, of the strength of his resolve, that
he would not give up hope. ! will go and
see him." he thought before | return
home or break my fast. Holy Mother, go
with me, beseech thce!'
He fastened away, and not without some
difficulty found the house again. He was
not surprised to find the blinds down and
no sign of life, for it was not yet s oclock.
"Ah! here is the explanation, he excaim-
ed cheerfully. "Unaccustomed to such
early hours, both servants and master are
still probably asleep" and he knocked
| loudly at the door.
1t was quickly opened by the same serv-
ant as the evening before. But oh. how
changed in her appearance Her eyes
were streaming with tears and she looked
ten years older. In voice broken 10y sobs
she said: HE is dead. He is gone.
Passed away IN the night in his sleep; no
sound, no cry. The best master that ever
lived. He told my husband to call him
very early, and when he went to do 50 he
found him calm and quiet like a marble
image" Father Warren passed by her
silently into the room and there.
indeed, he found him calm and
quiet, and very peaceful, but with
such look of bright happiness on his
beautiful young face as showed plainly
that he had felt neither solitude nor fear
when the Angel of Death came to fetch
him away.
WHO can doubt that it was not his
mother who came to me last night2" said
the priest to himsef 'for can a mother
ever forget, even in heaven. the child OF
her love on esrth?" = Garth Gibbon in
Riackwood's Magazine.
A medium-sized, stout, dark-complex-
toned man, neatly attired, and evidently a
foreigner, appears regularly every eyoring
at an eating house at Washington, end as
regularly asks the waiter who serves him.
What kind of pie have you got to day?
The waiter names the different kinds Of