The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-10-12
"a good Protestant ! hope, Mr..

oliver"
We'll. well. time will prove, Mr..
Olliver-I am getting old, now, but
the angels don't grow old, and He
hath given His angels charge over
her. They will not fail"
He held out his hand. Come in
again il you are passing this way,
God bless you," he said. And when
he turned back into his house again
he was smiling. They're coming
home-thanks be to God!" he said, as
if speaking to a friend.
A sudden crash, binding fash of
light, darkness, silence, nothing! Then
faint stirring of life, and with it
the keenness of agonizing pain-the
eyelids fiickered once, and they could
not bear the light There was faint
rustling and the murmur of a voice.
He lay still for while, then some
one put brandy between his lips, and
he opened his eyes, only to close them
with sense of fear, for he had looked
upon the face of a Sister of Charity.
After a pause he opened them again
this time he felt sure that there was
no mistake. There has been an &C
cident-he was in severe pain-he was
lying on white bed with white cur
tains all around it. He remembered
"Joyce?" he asked weakly.
She is not injured-only shaken
she is resting now. If you keep very
quiet she shall come and look at you
for a moment presently; but you must
not try to speak,
The nun moved softly, and dropped
the curtain. He was shut in by white
walls that kept away most of the
sounds of the hospital ward where he
lay. He could hear soft footballs, and
the rustling of garments that sug-
gested to him the rustling of angels
wings. HE hath given His angels
charge over thee" he murmured, and
fell into ftful sleep. Joyce was be-
| side him when he awoke, but she did
not speak only smiled lovingly at
him and stroked one hand that lay
upon the coverlet. He smiled back at
her. Some one touched Joyce on the
shoulder and led her away. The cur
tain dropped again. For many weary
days he lay upon his bed, thinking,
thinking, thinking, until one day he
astonished Joyce by speaking Father
Halls name.
ASK him to come to me- he said
simply. And the old priest came with
smile on his face, for he knew that
John oliver was coming home, and
that he would bring Gods child with
him. After all, it did not take SO
long to convince the injured man of
the truth of Catholicism.
81 have been to blame, Father" he
said, when he finally expressed his
determination to submit to the author.
ity of the Church, because would
not inquire into the matter 1t was
prejudice, of course see it all now,
but it needed an accident and the loss
of a limb to make me stop and think
ut is better to go into Heaven
manned than, having both limbs, to
lose your SOUL" answered the priest
''and you see that the Holy Angels
have not failed Gods child"
Joyce came to him the same even
ing. st shall have to nurse you now
uncle she whispered, and her face
was radiant with happiness, for they
were both to be received into the
Church on the following day.
"You will not leave me?" he asked
anxiously.
mo, uncle" she answered, mot SC
, long as you need me-" And he lay
content, thinking of the happiness OF
the morrow. A nun came and prayed
beside him.
when I die, I should like to know
that Joyce was one of you," he said
"Hush!" she replied, holding up a
warning finger, "that is Gods secret
For the present her duty is to YOU
He smiled at her.
1T was fortunate accident" he
murmured as he fell asleep.
1 -MarD Agatha Crap in Bensfgey's