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

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from whom they hired it had just
turned on her stormily, bidding her
send her mother to hospital, scold-
ing coarsely and stridently in way
that made the sensitive girl shrink
like wilted blossom at first, and then
reused her pride to fever heat In a
passion of indignation she babe the
angry woman cease, that the paltry
sum due would be paid within an hour,
and left her.
Her false energy departed as sud
denly as it had come when her fingers
touched the knob of the door. She
entered quietly. The woman lying on
the bed rose on her elbow and looked
anxiously at the girl
What did she say, dear? Was she
! very much put out?"
"Oh, no. The breath f1uttered,
wavered, caught in her throat. mot
very much"
| With penetrating eyes the mother
read the truth. Laura went to the
window and stood there gazing down
the street.
We've we've about come to the
end, mother
Dearest, dear child! Don't say
that"
The girls form quivered.
ooh, if it were only myself" she
began. only myself! But it is you!
You who are lying helpless, hungry,
ill-and / can do nothing. Nothing,
nothing!"
She turned from the window and
sought comfort where she had ever
found it, on her knees beside the
dearly-loved one, who, weak and sick
as she was, did not fail her, would
never fail her while the breath of
life sustained her.
1T will pass. God is good, dear,
God is good. It will pass, you'll see.
Don't worry"
Don't worry" The girl began to
sob. Absolute strangers here; you
i'll from lack of proper nourishment;
/ |, penniless and idle, though I'd scrub
if they could only give it to me, but
! can't even get that. I cannot bear
it. We owe that woman four dollars,
and one would think it a colossal for
tune
Patience, patience!" whispered the
mother, and stroked the girls cheek
until the sobs died away. God will
provide, Gods providence is over u.s.
Let us have confidence in the dear
heart Of our sweet Lord"
The girl sat back with eyes from
which the tears had ceased to flow,
eyes bright now with sudden resolve.
Then she arose with a determined air.
Where are you going?" asked the
mother, as the girl silently pinned on
her small dark hat.
Il am going" was the answer, given
grimly, ito test our trust in the pro-
whence of God Surely He can save
u.s.
Surely He will" said the mother
gently. She did not like to see that
hardened line about the fresh young
mouth, that strange light in the blue
eyes. Laura, come here to me-
Obediently the girl turned from the
door
4 rake Cn1S WIN you, dearest.
The gentle voice, the caressing man
ner made Laura stoop at once to kiss
her. When she reached the street
she glanced at the object which her
mother had pressed into her palm
1t was worn Sacred Heart Badge
one that the mother wore night and
day. Laura brought it to her lips
then pinned it impulsively inside her
coat.
| Their story was very sad. The
husband and father had been hard
working man, who did his utmost to
bring up his two children in the way
Of righteousness. He was a rigid
Catholic himself and insisted on the
observance of every rule of the faith
in his own home. His son, Walter
inclined to care1essness, could not
brook the stern discipline which his
father exercised, and was rather
pleased than otherwise to throw of
the yoke and escape to the big city
He kept up desultory correspond
ence with the home folks, but had
been away on business trip to the
West at the time of his fathers death
The latter had been buried a week
before his return, and all the regrets
in the world availed him nothing
then He wrote a long letter to his
mother, giving her the reason of his
labsence, and asking her and Laura to
come to the city and make their
home with him.
/. They had little time to answer this
for their affairs were in critical
state. They found themselves forced
to give up their pretty cottage. TIC
Laura, with the high hopes and en-
thusiasm of youth, this was nothing
She was a good needle-Woman; In
the great city there would be SO many
more advantages, and they would be