The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-10-21

70 chop logic on and IL things cannot
be proven in black and white you
turn aside in disgust and doubt. Are
there no applicable mysteries to an
atheist? What about the great thing
they call the will? Has one or can
one be demonstrated to you? Science
can tell you absolutely nothing with
regard to it, and vet you would be
the last one in the world to deny it's
existence, you have greater faith in
the power and functions of the will
than any one know"
Il know I have will, for feel it's
existence" said Maurice
Exactly said David. "And / feel
the existence of an immortal soul, and
you feel it, too, Maurice, and you
can't deny it. But the whole truth in
a nutshell is that it is not fashionable
nowadays to bend the knee to the
Almighty. The poor and illiterate
know no better 1t is all right for
them to believe, but you men of sci
ence know too much-at least you
think so. But with all your knowledge
you know nothing, comparatively
speaking, with the great doctors of
the faith. You are but toddling chill
dren. Maurice, there is, know, a
spark of faith still in you, and instead
of trying to kindle it, you are doing
your best to quench it. Be careful,
my brother, and remember that God
does not need you, but you need Him.
To know that my ideal brother has
become an atheist is the greatest
cross that I could receive 1t is we'll
that father and mother are at rest,
that they did not live to see the good
ness they inculcated in us ais boys
thrown to the Winds
How is my little girl this morn
ing?' asked the great DR.. Maurice
Russell as he entered the sun parlor
where his only child, little girl of
twelve, lay helpless invalid.
Il feel miserable" said the child,
as she turned her little face up for
her father to kiss. Il spent dread
full night, papa; never slept, not even
for minute The pains were dread
full"
my poor little Genevieve,' said the
doctor, sitting down beside her chair
and affectionately stroking her long
golden curls. why did you not send
Jane for me? I would have given you
something to ease the pain and put
you to Sleep"
Il know you would have come to
me, papa, but did not want to bother
you, for you work SO hard all day that
you need rest at night
ITO wait on you, Genevieve, is my
only pleasure and not bother"
Papa" said the child thoughtfully
do you think I will ever get better,
often think I would like to die, for
then I would have rest and be free
from pain. But then think of you
and | want to live, for / know you
would be lonely without me. In spite
of the care and trouble I am, know
you love me, papa. Don't you?" and
the doctor felt the child's tears fall
on his hand.
do love you, Genevieve?" asked
the doctor, trying to control his emo.
ton. Il love my little girl better than
my life, and if you should die I would
want to go, too, for I could not live
without my Genevieve," and he bent
forward and tenderly kissed her white
brow.
"Papa, doesn't it seem strange that
you have cured and helped SO many
and you can't cure me? Is there nc
one more powerful than you, papa
dear?" said the child, as she put he1
fathers hand, which she was holding
to her cheek.
yes, child, there are many who are
more powerful, than I, but any one
that have ever heard of have had
you to-" said the doctor,
Eyes, l know you have done every
thing you could for me, but last night
while suffered so thought perhaps
there was some one whom you never
heard of who could help me-
WELL" said the doctor, IF there is
any one who could bring health ant
happiness to my little girl | would
stop at nothing to seek him. Wealth
fame mean nothing to me, but my
Genevieve means everything. would
make any sacrifce-yes my very life
i I would give to make you strong.
Here the doctor was interrupted BY
the ringing of the bell, which mean
his auto was waiting to take him tx
the hospital Tenderly he kissed thu
child, whom he almost worshipped
and with a heavy heart left.
In the afternoon the maid wheeled
Genevieve down to her favorite spo
beside the private lake which be
longed to the doctors palatial home.
i Il have forgotten the book" sait
Jane, and off to the house she wen
for one of Andersen's books that sht
was reading from the day before. II
her absence Genevieve watched witt
interest the beautiful white swans