The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-03-11
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blessing along with them"
lin America.
Father Michael at once made his
preparations to 60 across to America,
the EIdorado Of the Irish race. But
the first thing he did, thing charac-
teristic of him, was to ask for prayers
on all sides. He knew a few converts
Of nuns, not many, for he was not ac-
quainted with the big world; these he
interested in his mission. The people
Of his own parish, and especially of
the Big Island, he bound by promise
to recite in their homes the Rosary of
the Blessed Virgin Mary for the Holy
Souls every night His undertaking
i he placed under the protection of st.
Joseph and the Poor Souls; and hav-
ing got new dark frieze riding-coat,
he set out in JOY
1 Immediately on landing in New
York he was interviewed by friendly
paper; and the next mornings issue
had long account of his life and his
labors, beginning with Salamanca and
it's honors, and ending. with his parish
and it's necessities. There were
I sketches of the Big Island with the
tempestuous waves breaking against
it, and a fair representation of the
priest himself with his kindly face and
weather-beaten hat, and papers and
magazines bullying in volumes from
the two side pockets of his riding
coat. The letterpress and sketches
would have interested the greatest
stranger.
The morning paper, however, like
'sthe certain man that went down to
Jericho, fell among robbers
Il want dollar for charity" cried
one of the robbers to his leader, and
he held the paper in his hand.
i "A dollar for charity! Give 'Snipe'
a dollar for charity" laughed the rest.
Yes, dollar for charity" insisted
''Snipe."
"a dollar for charity! What char
ity?" they cried.
For this charity! There is money
in that bloke,'' he said, pointing with
his finger to the priests photo in the
paper.
How? Isn't it the way that bloke
is looking for money!" they asked,
chatting.
Give me the money and one hour,
and I'll show you there's money in
him." said "Snipe."
'Give him the money" they cried
give him the money"
He got the dollar, and went to find
Father Michael A few had already
called on the priest.
God bless you, Father; welcome
from the ould sod,'' said "Snipe"
Are you Irish?" said Father Mi
chael.
Reverence. My mother was Lanigan,
bred and born be the Rock of Cashel;
and my father was one of the Ryans
of Aherlow. And there's dollar for
your Reverence"
God bless you for your kindness.
Are you married, have you children"
enquired the priest
"Troth, then, ] am married, your
Reverence, and no less than baker
dozen of the crathers do be shoutin'
for bread
1T is not fair for me to take this
from you. I could not take it from
, you," he cried solemnly. "My consci-
ence would not allow me, God bless
) you, my good man, keep your money"
! ooh, begannies, conscience or no
! conscience, I darn't go home to the
} woman, your Reverence. But I'll tell
you, Father, the woman said, if you'd
give her your autograph, she'd have it
! framed; and we'll hang it up, plaise
, God, next to the picthur of the Holy
Family"
} The priest took clean sheet of pa
: per; wrote his name and address in
Ireland and America, and having put
the date, gave it to MIN.
''She told me, too, your Reverence,
to caution you again some of them
banks. She said to tell you there was
only one of them safe," and he men,
| toned the name.
| "This is the very one that a priest
: in the city, friend of mine, has adj
: vised me-
) Good day, your Reverence, and may
, you have luck"
: God bless you, my friend, and |
, wish you and your wife and your
! numerous family every happiness and
joy"
i AS he went along the street, "Snipe"
, kept repeating the words of the priest,
initiating them, mimicking them, but
! all the time repeating them, and max
!, ing sure that he had the accent and
, tone of the voice exactly.
i Il told you there was money in that
bloke," said he, laying the autograph
before his companions 'I got the
, blessings for myself and my woman
J and my thirteen little children, shout
, ing for bread. oh, but he's a bloke!'