The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-05-27

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see love is something very different,
as said before"
"'Scuse me, but are you talking to
the fairies?" asked a politely inQuisi-
tive little voice.
The girl started and looked around
her in surprise NO." she answered,
laughing, "but one is talking to me,
think. Goblin, sprite, elf, where are
you?"
up here in this tree!"
A big pecan tree grew up on the
other side of the wall and in it's over
hanging branches was perched a
tawny-haired boy,
"Ah, there you are! WE'LL come
down and pay me visit and I'll show
you the fairy I was talking to-
! The child slowly swung himself to
the ground and, coming to her side,
gravely lifted his cap and held out
his hand
Good morning." he said with an
odd little accent. II am Hubert, and |
live next door,"
"You are my new neighbor, aren't
your" she said, making room for him
on the bench.
"Yes-father and I. I live with
father now, you know
Your father is such fine-looking
old gentleman" she said cordially;
''he has such splendid head"
The child's face glowed with en-
thusiasm.
isn't he grand" he cried. Father
is soldier-he is Captain Raymond
Strong" The little figure drew itself
up proudly. 'He led charge at San
Juan and was wounded"
Eyes, I see him always in a wheel
chair. I am very sorry; but hope he
will soon be we'll"
Her voice was very tender and SYM
/ pathetic. Instinctively he drew nearer
to her.
HE will never be WE'LL" he whis-
pered in an awed tone, che can never
walk any more"
She did not answer, but put her arm
around the child and held him close.
Presently she said, speaking brightly,
/ what great comfort to him you
must be! You can be little feet for
him, can you not?'
Yes, and l read to him"
Look" whispered the girl sudden
/ ly, and she pointed to the red bird
searching for a straw in the grass.
There's the fairy was talking to-"
isn't he a beauty?" replied the
child in the same guarded tone. Then
after silence: do you believe in
! fairies ?"
Before she could answer a shrill
whistle sounded. Hubert sprang to
his feet Father wants me-good-
bye! May I come again.
Every day!" And she smiled at
him invitingly.
At the wall he hesitated. Won't
you please tell me your name?" he
\ asked shyly. ,
! "Guess!" But, seeing his look of
disappointment, she added, ''Tll tell
you tomorrow. Goodbye
Soon she saw him wheeling his
fathers chair into their shaded gar
den, followed by negro man carry
ing a small table, wherein he later
placed books and writing material.
She watched the scene with sympa-
thetic interest-the white-haired in
valid doomed forever to inaction, and
the child tending him with loving care.
But there was something in the mans
broad shoulders and the noble car
riage of his head that seemed to for
bid her pity.
HE looks the soldier STILL" she
thought. ..
The next morning she sat on the
bench under the apple tree again, her
book unopened on her lap. The red
birds were too busy to talk, SO she lost
herself in dreams. Into them broke
Hubert's voice suddenly.
81 have guessed it," he cried,
throwing himself down on the grass at
her feet.
Guessed what?" she asked, smiling
at him in very friendly fashion.
"Your name-it is Rose?"
moi"
Father says it is Violet
Wrong again-it is Marie"
Marie! WnaC nice name!
] Then he looked at her thoughtfully
J Father calls you the spirit of the
|; springtime' He likes me to come to
see YOU
Does he?"
Eyes; he hears you singing every
morning, and to sing like that, he
says, one must be good
Have you a mother?" asked the
child, breaking long silence.
\ NO." she half whispered, IT haven't
had one since I was tiny baby"
We'll, ! have one, but I don't re-
member her"
). The girls curiosity was aroused, but
she forebore to question him.
i She's gone on long journey; but
father says some day she's coming
home and then I'm to love her. But