Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-10-03
IN THE MASS OF ALL SOULS.
Presenting the Names to the curate on
All Saints Niqht


Luke Delmege," the second of Rev.
p. A. Sheehan's stories of clerical
life, in the American Ecclesiastical Re-
view, is in many respects a more pow
erful work than its popular predeces-
sor, my New Curate." It's action
is distributed over a wider territory,
it introduces greater variety of
characters, priests and laymen. 1t is
of intenser feeling, and more somber
background. But it is full of the Celtic
charm, delicious bits of humor, and
the loveliest incongruities catching
the reader unaware, so to speak, and
delighting his soul.
Take the interview of the grave
young Anglicised Irish curate receiv-
ing on All Saints night the names of
the dead who were especially to be
Remembered in the Mass of All Souls,
with the Irish pensioner of the British
army and the Irish-American civil
war veteran.
For me cummerade, Mike Mulcahy,
yer reverence" said a stalwart pen
sioner putting his hand to his fore
head.
KILLED." said Luke who never
wasted words.
"Begor, he was, yer reverence" said
the pensioner settling down for
long narrative and utterly needless of
the so or so persons who were waiting
behind him. and who had heard the
story hundred times. 1T was in the
Crimee, before Sebastopool, and we
were lynn in the trinches up to our
hicks in mud: and the Rooshian shells
flynn over our heads like a flock of
crows cummin' home of an evenin.'
Look, SEE l. AN put up yer head
There's'n ROOM seq he. 'Niver min,
So seq |: and shure I'm thankin' the
good God every day since that | didn't
sind him to his death. They're quiet
now seq he and here goes!' What
did We seer seq l. No answer. What
did We see? ye-- of az omadhaun?
seq |. No answer. 7 looked round.
His head was blown clane away.
There was nothin' left but from his
nick down, and"
Poor fellow!" said Luke, seeing the
impotence of the crowd. well l
hope he was prepared"
Prepared Fax. he was. We all
whit to confession a few days before
to Father Walsh
"Ill tell you what you'll do" said
Luke. II cannot afford to lose any of
that story. Will you call at my house
tomorrow night, and let me hear the
whole thing from beginning to end?"
FAX, | will, with pleasure" said
the good pensioner; and he went
away with his head in the air, six
inches higher for the honor. He al
ways spoke of Luke after the inter.
view as me friend. Father Luke"
adding: That's the kind of min they
want as army chaplains. If the luke
knew him, he'd have him in Aldershot
in a mont"
For me parents, and deceased
friends" said strong, rough man,
who spoke in rather superior man.
ner, as IL he were offended by the
want of tact shown by his predeces.
sor. Luke wrote the names.
Put down now, yer reverence"
said the man. 'the name of Martin
Connolly, soldier of the federal army.
who died from wounds received in the
gallant charge of the Irish brigade at
That's hardly necessary" said
Luke.
"0h, but it is. yer reverence. want
me poor cummerade TO get his rights |
in the next world. as he didn't get
them in this"
That was Meagher's brigade" said /
Luke. in moment of forgetfulness
and enthusiasm.
The poor soldier smiled, drew him.
self up erect, and put out his right
hand.
"Ah. you know it yer reverence. |
God bless yonl Put tie hand there,"
Luke placed his hand in the big.