The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-01-27
closing the door gently, she went up-

stairs.
The mother was weeping quietly
ooh, nurse, you have been sent from
heaven! How easily you got that
promise from my husband"
"Your husband is all right Perhaps
you have been too plant, too easily
subdued."
Perhaps I was. must do better"
said Mrs. Stanton. "How can I ever
thank you?'
Don't thank me-" said the nurse.
"But if you feel rested, put on your
hat and go to the early Mass this
beautiful morning and afterwards tell
the priest what has happened, and ask
him to come this morning and baptize
the children; and pray with all your
soul before the altar that God may
give you strength to return to your
duty"
"You talk like the nuns who in
structed me at school," said Mrs Stan
ton. 'I'll CO."
81 have just graduated from the
Nuns Training School for Nurses"
said Laura, land I am trying to do
what they taught me-save both soul
and body"
The mother departed, and Nurse
Laura watched her charges. The man
slept soundly downstairs, while the
children fretted from time to time.
When the wife returned, refreshed by
her walk and the good nights sleep,
she told the nurse the priest would be
there that morning. After breakfast
Mr.. Stanton was so much better from
the effects of his restful sleep and the
bright, cheerful influence of the nurse,
the improvement in the children and
the general sunshine of encourage
ment that was diffused over the little
cottage that he forgot to be ungracious
to the priest who came as he prom.
ised, and even invited him to sit down
and talk to him.
The children were baptized, and
Nurse Laura breathed freely, for they
were by no means out of danger.
When the doctor arrived, laden with
messages from Bob and a basket OF
fruit and other dainties, it was diff
ferent household he met the first day.
"Why, the miracles have started,
sure enough" said he as he noted the
Improvement in each little patient
This baby isn't going to die, after
all. They are all on their way out of
the woods. Miss Laura, you are q
wonder-worker. But, mind, you are to
take rest now. Mrs Stanton will
look to things for while. I'll be back
tomorrow" and so he left, muttering
to himself: God will never be out
done in generosity, sure enough
The days passed on-weary days,
with many hope and fear alternating.
Every day, however, the doctor, the
nurse and the happy mother felt that
there had been a gain. In two weeks
the children were sitting up. But now
their father was visibly failing. He
would sit in the children's room for
hours watching Nurse Laura minister
to them. He was gentle to his wife,
and when she told him she had re-
turned to the Church, had been to con-
fession and Holy Communion, he only
kissed her and said she should new
er have left her religion"
One by one the children were let
downstairs to their fathers room, and
once downstairs, their convalescence
progressed until their merry laughter
in the lite garden of the cottage made
the mother and father glad. Mr.. STAN
ton grew weaker each day. Nurse
Laura had gone back to the hotel I'M
der Bob's protection, but came fire.
quently and cheered the patient. One
morning they were alone, and the
nurse said: "Mr. Stanton, you are not
getting better. You have seen what
the Catholic Church has done for your
wife and children, why do you hesitate
to look int her claims? You would
certainly join us"
81 don't need to look into her
Claims" was the surprising answer
Il have watched you, nurse, and II
have read bit, and have only wait
ed for you to ask me if I wanted to be
Catholic, for do"
The nurse took his thin, white hand
fervently.
THANK God, Mr.. Stanton. I have
prayed for this even since the children
were baptized. May I send for that
good priest once more?"
ANY time you WISH" was the reply
And when the nurse with joy told
Mrs. Stanton, who had suspected this
was coming, she was full of gratitude
to the devoted girl who had brought
this happiness to her home.
| The priest came Mr.. Stanton was
instructed and baptized, and as the
days passed by made his First Com
munion. Still the nurse tarried, for
her practiced eye saw that he was not
long for earth.
One evening about, the Angelus hour
she was sitting by his bed when the
dread messenger came. Quietly she
called the wife and children and tele-
phoned for the priest He came, and