The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-12-26
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10 those who are afflicted in some wa
OF another. They seem to vie with eaci
others in their endeavors to bring al
much sunshine as they can into tn,
suffering ones life. and the poor little
cripple boy, Jenny DAILY, all, how they
did love him. Jenny, when a child
fell off a high table and incurred by the
fall permanent injuries to his spine, and
SIS a consequence he lost all power OF
movement. IT is afine evening in carly
July and Jenny is seated outside the
cottage door in large chair, not very
artistic, but highly comfortable, n chair
made for him by Denis Rooney, the VIII
lage carpenter. Jenny is just l. years
old. His face is pale, and SO thought
ful-looking, lighted up occasionally ny
a sweet, sad smile. The eyes are large
and dreamy and have a habit of fixing
themselves upon distanct objects for
quite a long time. The hands are small,
white and beautifully formed. and al
the present moment are holding book.
] approach nearer, fmpelled by curiosity
to see the nature Of Jemmy's reading,
and, looking over his shoulder, l see
the book is Knocknagow, one of the
most delightful Irish stories ever Writ
ten.
All, Charles Kickhan1, rest you well,
Your book is writ in gold,
The faith the love. the simple life
OF Ireland there is told.
The children of the cillage presented
this book to Jenny as Christmas
present. He is reading it half aIouG,
and there is a tremour in the little voice
when he comes to the place where that
other sickly child, Norah Lahy. is so
touchingly and so BEAUTIFULLY described.
The Angelus bell rings out reminding
men to praise God for une Dement'S or
the Incarnation, and Jenny closes the
book, the little white hands take off
the velvet cap, and Jenny prayS. an,
no, he talks, that pure good child talks
to his God. and the last words of that
talk are Father. Thy will be done on
earth, as it is in heaven. Not what l
would like. oh God, but what you like.
Father. have mercy on the souls of the
faithful departed, and upon those VINO
are in their last agony, and then the
cap is placed upon the head again anG
the eyes fix themselves upon the dis
tant hills, and the pensive. wistful look
steals over the face. All, yes, poor
Jenny, young as he is, sees the good
ness of God in the golden beams of the
setting sun playing around the distant
hill tops: he hears the voice Of God in
the gentle breeze and in the murmur of
the little brook that courses It's way 20
the restless ocean. Like another JOB.
Jenny sits there blessing God in his
affliction and trusting in God with ali
the confidence of a child in his Father.
The people are coming home from the
fields after their days work, and Jem-
my's eyes brighten up with gladness
when he sees them coming. Each one OF
these kind people, as they pass Jemmy's
chair, have a cheerful, a kind word for
him.
Jenny, avic, / found blackbird-s
nest for yeh, an there's three young
vans in it, an they'll soon be featn-
cred" Jimmy, 1 came upon three
bees nests today, an / thought 1 was
made up, that l had lots ov honey for
yeh, bud bad scram to the same bees,
there was not wan drop ov honey in
their nests" II have the Penny read
ings fer yeh, Jenny, an there's q
CRATE poem in thin by T. d. Sullivan,
an phase God I'll bring thin over to
yeh tomorrow" Il want yeh, Jenny
to say prayer for me, gossoon (boy)
that's in America. l didn't hear from
him for a long time now" When
ate me supper I'll be back agin wud
me tin whistle, an I'll play for yen
the Rocky Road an the Wind That
Shakes the Barley an another new
tune / larned last week Il fell OFT
the moving machine today cit is Jim
Scully who is speaking), an. Jenny,
I'd be kilt entirely only for Father
Toms Agnus Del and the prayers that
yeh promised to say for me. troth |
wud''
Jenny listens with delight clearly
depicted upon his pale face to the kind
words of the people, and his wistfw
eyes follow their retreating forms
with a gratefulness and a love which
/ cannot describe.
The old collie dog, Bran, that up TO
this is lying so affectionately at Jem-
mys feet. now thinks it is his turn
TO show how much he loves Jenny,
and, rising from the ground, he places
his head on Jemmy's knee with low
whine and a wagging of his tail. Jem-
my pats the dogs head affectionately
and murmurs Poor Bran. I'll never be
able to roam the fields with you, and 1
would so like TO be able to jump the
bitches and climb the hills and look
for the birds nests. but not my VIII,
but Thine, oh God. be done Yes, |
Bran, L
Here, acushla. drink up this while it
is warm" and an old woman With ali
the love of mother, issues from the
cottage door and approaching Jemmy-s
chair tenders to him bowl of tea and |
plate af pancakes
oh mother. you made pancakes,
and the large eyes glow with delight. /
veh said last night yeh wud like thlm |
an yer father, whin he was coming |
from his work brought me a half stone
Ov -four from DoWds. We Will keep |
the -four for yeh. the oaten meal is |
good enough for us
'OhI mother. I'll eat them all when
] see you eat this one, and the white |
hands take up the top roll of pancake
and hold it up to mother with a loving |
and entreating look.
Pulse oV me heart, ! cud not refuse
yeh" and the mother kisses the pale
cheek of her child and takes the prov
fered cake"
I'm glad to see you're Winding,
Jenny" Mrs. Daily and an old woman
pushes back with her bony hand the
gray hairs from over her eyes, anc
placing her arms akimbo, she surveys
mother and son.
Wonder of wonders. ii is Peg the
Barge, the dreaded one of the village.
and she has in that rugged heart of
hers a warm place for poor Jenny.
Wis" she goes on. I'm rale glac
TO see you're minding. Jimmy, Mrs.
DAILY. for he's the only Christian in this
Village an the only wan that has any
gra dove in his heart for poor, pei
secuted woman like me. / sold me
geese Yesterday, Mrs Daily, to Johnny