The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-05-20

WllQ rear, she u0u 10 u6T OWN TOOTH
and locked the door after her.
| A few moments later she heard him
come to her door and knock excitedly,
but all power Of voice and movement
| had left her, and she finally heard him
go away after several futile attempts
to gain admittance. Then she tainted.
| The dawn was breaking when she
regained consciousness, and, summon
ing all her strength, she went to the
door of the sick-roOm. Miss Shea
opened to her timid knock, and quietly
warned her against any excitement.
AS she entered the room her eyes fell
upon her husband, sitting behind a
screen in the corner, where the child's
eyes might not see him. Her first i'm
pulse was to rush to him, but the hand
of the nurse restrained her, and she
held up his hand and pointed to the
bed, as If to warn her against
acuuainting the child of his presence.
| Mamma said the child.
| Eyes, Cecilia, DEAR" said the moth
er, with sob in her voice, as she
went over to the bed and kissed the
child
"I'm so glad you came, mamma,
dear I had such terrible dream"
"You must not think of the dream
now" said the mother.
'aRut I must tell you, mamma, dear.
T had the 1oveliest dream that papa
came home, and that he kissed me,
and he asked me if I was happy, and
told him all about my First Com
munion and the Lord Jesus, and how
happy was, and then he scowled and
took me away just as I was going up
| to the altar; and he said | would
never go to communion in a Catholic
church, and just as I was going away
the Lord Jesus said, Unless you eat
of the flesh of the Son Of" Man and
drink His blood you shall not have life
in YOU And then. mamma, asked
God to let me die. Is it wrong to
pray to die, mamma, dear?
Hush Cecilia said the woman.
"You are in the hands of God. Now
go to sleep. Doctor will not let me
stay longer"
And she left the room.
A few moments and the child was
asleep again, and the Hon. Arthur
Graham stole quietly from the dark
ened room.
This time she opened the door to
his knock, and after a seconds glance
into his eyes, during which she read
there nothing but love and longing,
she fell into his outstretched hands.
st am not going to blame you, dear"
he said after a moment. Il did not
understand. When you left me | was
wild with rage, and when detective
after. detective failed I was on the
verge of suicide. Then I same to Bos-
ton, and met our old friend, Doctor
Grant. You would not see me when
came to your door. Perhaps it was
best. But all night l sat by her, I'M
known to her, yearning to kiss her, yet
not permitted to let her see me. l
heard her childish rawlings during
those long night hours. 1t was all OF
God and her First Communion, and
somehow, even before she related to
you her dream, I discovered that L
have been brute and liar Forgive
me, dear, and let us pray together to
save our child
THANK Cod" it was worth all the
martyrdom to hear you say that"
+ Il
The month of April wore on, and
then one day there was an exodus
from the Perkins house. Rumor had
been persistent in various ways in re-
gard to the handsome man who had
arrived there on the very night little
Cecilia was stricken, but no one was
made the wiser.
'I always felt there was something
strange about that woman" said Mrs
White-Green, CHANGING to meet Doc
tor Walsh, and taking advantage Of
the opportunity to investigate matters
''Now she's gone as mysteriously as
she came, and she was one who at
fected to despise our Daughters of the
Revolution"
"You mean Lady Graham?" said
Doctor Walsh quietly.
Lady Graham! I mean Mrs. Per-
kins"
"They are one and the same" an
swered the doctor. Lady Graham de-
sired to live in retirement for while,
and so she came here That distin-
guished man was her husband, the
Hon. Arthur Graham. The Grahams
go back to the time of William the
Conqueror, and" she added with bit
of malice, that is few years before
the Daughters of the Revolution were
organized
i The Perkins house is again in the
market, but I am afraid it will never
again be called by that prosaic name.
For as / boarded common street car
the other day I heard Mrs White
Greene say to Mrs. Sydney Hall: Il
do so hope some desirable party will
purchase our friend Lady Graham's
house.
And I am quite sure that all the
occupants Of that plebeian car looked
very much impressed.