The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-05-13
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GOD WILL PROVIDE.

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GOD WILL PROVIDE.
Guilty. The stolid-looking woman who
kept the house informed her that he
had left fortnight since, that he had
simply room there, and that she did
not know where he was.
Laura returned to her mother with
a heart filled with foreboding. That
one week would cost them fifteen dol
lars. They did not know enough Of
city prices to realize how moderate
this charge was. To both it seemed
that fifteen dollars out of their poor
hoard would leave them nothing.
eve must find some cheaper place;
we cannot afford this said Laura,
determinedly "And l must get work"
So they took the one bare room in
which our story finds them, and Laura
joined the great army seeking en-
ployment. She called on one lady
who gave her a few triaing articles
at first and paid her promptly. Then
came an order for an elaborate gown.
The young girl worked feverishly,
hastily, we'll, glad Of any labor that
would add to their tiny means. The
garment was finished, it had been
finished two weeks, but the twelve
dollars which she was to be paid for
it's making was still in the Iady's pos
session. The spectre of poverty
haunted their threshold, and with it
came a more dreadful evil, her moth
er's increasing weakness.
Truly, as Laura went down those
stairs she was nearly distraught But
glance at the worn badge, and the
thought of her mothers faith nerved
her aching spirit. In spite of herself
the words, God will provide; Gods
providence is over us" gave her cour.
age. She needed courage, for she
was about to do violence to the
strongest trait of her nature, her pride
Never in her life had she thought
Of being compelled to seek charity
and the knowledge that she meant to
do so now stung her to deepest shame
Her heart was sore as she went along
the street in the direction of that
church which had been her only
haven in this big and cruel city. Her
limbs trembled as she stood at the
closed doors of the priests house
Her fingers we're clenched, her eyes
little wild. She had come here
to beg!
No tears rose to the surface now
I the emotion that burned within heI
was too intense for weeping. She
paused, and held tightly to the mar
row iron rail, her breath coming fast
She could not! What would they say
to her, stranger? They would think
she was an impostor; so many people
tried to impose on them.
God will provide; Gods providence
is over u.s. The words echoed in hel
brain. With silent prayer she as
cended the steps and rang the bell.
MAY I see one of the Fathers 2
she asked, shrinkingly, as the house
keeper opened the door.
There is no one at home but Father
Denton, and he is engaged" said tht
woman. What is it, a sick call?'
"a sick call?" replied Laura. ooh
no, not a sick call T."
eff you will state your business -
81 cannot" said the girl with fiut
tering breath. "I must see the prizes
myself. May I, may I wait for him 2
/ Certainly" Taught by experience
the woman realized that this gentle
refined face hid a sensitive soul. "Gt
inside Mind now, if it's urgent, II
call him for you
ooh, no, do not call him. / viii
wait until he finishes"
She sat down heavily in one of thu
chairs, her face white, save for thu
Pickering spots of red that burnet
now and again either cheek. He
hands were cold with terror. She
Laura Grant, had come to ask charity
had come here as a beggar. Mrs
Ryan had been told to use her dis
cretion in matters of this kind, ant
she well know that the Fashionable
lady engrossing Father Denton
time was not one to cut visit short
The timid girl, so plainly dressed ant
so evidently laboring under sever
mental strain appealed to her goo'
heart. She went along the hall to tn
Office Father Denton looked up wit
a smile, not unwelcome smile, TO
Mrs Allen was apt to bore a man. 4
good soul, of course, very good ant
charitable soul, but
Its slip of a girl, Father" e3
planned Mrs. Ryan. "a pretty younI
thing, but so WITHHOLDING. She want
ed to see one of the Fathers, ant
wouldn't tell her business. It's not
sick call | asked her"
Father Denton rose.
Pardon me second" he said
''This may be some one for you, Mrs
Allen, since you are looking for pee
pie on whom to exercise your charity
:. Will you wait until I find out?"
scyTr:4l, rv,os1od Mrs Allan