The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-06-06


.T mlaL Is 1t Z" asked Mary Catherine
a.; We oeen thinking how nice il ;s tba+ rvbe, MO
uie we can give the things vre,o I'll -. .id. iie we
pre- Lou know I've loved this nIace deor r. IT,
Deen d napPy home to me- Well now Pm oo;ncr ~
tLo !. On 70 you and Dick, and that takes away
inc sung OF leaving it." '
L wish you wouldn't toll -
on SAID Mary Catherine in ban Passing liiiiis
, I've got to. Anyway I've cot - Ill 49, =
H.; ,.g %hat the New Jerusalem is like it isn't
T+,s anu : 10 love every inch of this I do. child
1;ro o0e pretending | don't. But it's lovely to
httle bit OF me has STAYED on tho oa+l % -
do" 'ieIe one thlng want to
.H NeV me me 90 1t for you" begged her friend.
Ye eot 10 90 1t for myself Tomorrow. no
no" 1eel I'm going TO get up and go round
Tbo5 Saug ELY Tln you and tell you about the plants
men shall give them over into vour hands and
can say TO myself, i have done with earth
MARY Oatherlne put her head down on tbe conn
LerPane and cried softly. Madam Weir laid that
KIND hand on her hair -'''
Don IL I you grleve child" she said. at comes
TO all. I'll bed ressed bv 10 ociocL tororo me-
you ana Jane can help into the garden feel
pretty weak but that's thing I've got TO do"
ne next morning Mary Catherine came I'M the
road but instead of going on to her friends gate
enc stepped over the wall. and sat down in her arm
ehalr OF stone. She knew very little about death
but 1t seemed to her quite natural that the old
clo
Snould nave premoniton of it. and she was sick
win the anticipated pain of parting and loss AL
ready the earth was different place because Ma
udll weir mad come so near to leaving it. All the
beauty about her was legacy from her old friends
weakened hand, a sad legacy to the Young.
a CLOCK IN the house struck TO- and she rose
lagglngly' and stepping back into the road again.
went on 1here were no tears in Mary GATHERINGS
eyes TINS morning. She too deeply sad Some
body was waiting there at the gate and she ouicl,
Was Il
no" she began to run, at the fear that Madam Weir
was worse and the maid had come out to summon
her the sooner. A voice came calling:
Mary Catheriner'
Yes! Iesw she cried "I'm coming"
In minute she was at the gate beside the walk
ing figure. 1t was Madam Weir htrself This was
not the tired woman of yesterday nor the wstful
one OF the weeks before. Madam Weir had color in
her cheeks. Her black eyes were full of light, and
over her gray dress she her most beautiful lace
flchu, pinned with coral pin. The soft wind
touched her ours and standing there in the sum- she
seemed all life and eagerness. She began to laugh
and through her talk there were musical suggestions
OF the mlrth that for no reason except that
we are happy. And often happens in great mo-
ments, Mary Catherine could only fix her mind ON
little thing
You've got new pin" said she.
He brought 1t to me-" laughed Madam Weir.
HE says 1t isn't too young. Seems pretty babyish
to me-"
Are you going over the garden" asked Mary
Catherine stupidity.
He's going to paint that corner therd for back
ground, and he asked if there wasn't some sweet.
pretty girl to go onto the picture"
Hep faltered Mary Catherine
Il told him there was Mary Catherine. He |
says he wants you to have little tight white cap
you know, like Puritan maiden-and be in among |
the roses, picking leaves into jar"
Mary Catherine thought she never had seen any
one look so gay, not much excited all alive |
and whoesomely happy. She tried to remember
Aunt Ellen as she had her yesterday That old lady
seemed to be gone for good if she had actually |
died. This was her radiant young sister. A mans
voice came ringing from the house:
Grandmother where you!"
Madam Weir called vigorously back again:
Here l am, at the gate! Mary GATHERINGS
herer'
young man ran out of the house and down
the walk The sun was his yellow hair. and
he looked very splendid. Mary Catherine shrank
q little, and wondered whether for such a meeting
her pink dimity good enough. He beside
Madam Weir smiling and Madam Weir had laid
hand on his arm, as if he were treasure of great
price, rescued from the distance and the future.
"Here she Is Dick" she was saying. 'best of
neighbors best of friends-yell we're great chums
Mary Catherine and I, but l don't know how to de-
scribe her"
$50 this is Mary Catherine" said Dick, putting
Mary Catherine took it with some reverence.
She knew this the hand that could paint
and clouds and trees.
"Now let's go into the grape arbor and talk it
over" said Madam Weir, and she walked on like a
queen between her two young servitors.
"You won't get tired" ventured Mary Catherine,
timidlv. out of her confused remembrance of yes
terday's old lady saying farewell to earth.
Madam Weir laughed out
Tired" she said. 'Who could be tired day
like this See, Dick there are the Provence roses.
They we're in their glory two three weeks ago.
Dick fell on his knees among them, searching
under leaves for late bud. When he came back
he looked very serious.
~Granny." said he, Il certainly shouldn't have
come home this summer if it hadn't been for the
rose"
'The rosel" asked Madam Weir.
eyes the one you sent me-"
q ..o..,n1,,hor y said grand