The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-05-11

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Daddy and the man in black had q
long talk-a very, very long talk
while Cam inspected the big church.
They found him kneeling before Our
Lady's altar-he loved Gods Mother SO
much
The priest showed Mr.. Campbell all
the beauties, of the building, and Cam
followed, genuflecting when the priest
did and feeling quite proud of himself.
Daddy couldn't do it.
AS they passed out the big front
door Cam said: There's the water
holy water mummy said it is. Put
some on your forehead, dad" And Mr..
Campbell, respecting the gentleman at
his side and fearing to slight the prac-
tees of his Church, dipped his fingers
lightly, very lightly, into the font and
sprinkled himself. What harm could a
drop of water do him?
Cam made a motion with his fingers
like the people did, and had no idea
that it was not orthodox.
They said good bye to the priest and
Cam heard his daddy say in, polite, but
rather cold tones, that Mrs. Campbell
might certainly attend the mission if
she wished.
| Cam chartered in his usual bright
way on the homeward journey, but
Daddy was distracted.
Daddy, are you Catholic? Mummy
and I are.'
"Er-no, Cam"
why, dad?'
well, suppose because my mother
is not"
"Oh. I see. Catholic mothers have
Catholic boys, is that it,"
well, yes; suppose it u.s."
Daddy"
Eyes, Cam"
There is Aunt Jessie's church that
has no cross and no lovely Lady in it;
and there is the Catholic church with
the cross and Gods Mothers statute
in it. Two churches, Ell, dad?"
"Er-yes."
why are there two kinds?"
Heavens, Cam! How many more
questions? I cannot explain to you;
you are too young to understand"
I'll try hard to understand, please
daddy, and I'm past six now"
"Well, the fact is, there should be
only one kind of church, as you put
it. One kind is right and all others
must be-well-er-a bit wrong"
''That not hard to understand,
daddy. Why, of course, the church
| with Gods Mother in it must be the
right kind; don't you think so?"
Look here, Cam, you put a man in
some dreadful predicaments. This is
the second this morning.
What are predicaments, daddy?''
Holes, you chatterbox!"
Holes! You are not in a hole,
daddy"
Mr.. Campbell smiled. I am old
man, in dreadful hole, and it was
you, you incorrigible infant, who push
ed me in
Il, daddy?"
yes. But never mind, I'll get out
somehow Silence followed. Mr..
Campbell breathed freely for a few
moments, but such peace was not last
ing. Cam had more questions to ask.
| Daddy"
Yes, Cam" his father replied, nay,
almost groaned, for Cams questions
We're very trying.
"Why is not Gods Mothers statue in
Aunt Jessie's church,"
why? Why? How many more
why's Cam? I suppose because the
people who 60 to that church do not
er-do-not-beli-"
! do not what, daddy?"
do not love Gods Mother, 1 sup
pose."
"Oh, but they should" quickly inter
posed the little boy, because every
body loves their mothers, and, of
course, God would love His Mother
very much. He was SO good. So
shouldn't everybody love her too? And
she is such lovely, lovely Lady"
| No reply.
do you love her, daddy?"
Il love her, Cam? II don't know
anything about her.
'Oh, daddy!' was Cams shocked
exclamation. "But, never mind
mummy does. She will tell you all
about her, and then you will love her
too. I love her very much, but" he
added in superior tone, you see am
a Catholic"
/ Are you indeed?" Mr.. Campbell
said in a rather dry kind of voice
How do you know that?"
Because my mother is one. You
said you were not a Catholic because
your mother is not, so I must be one
because my mother is, see?"
i The hardened look left Mr.. Camp
bells face. He smiled. Cam, my boy
we must have you trained for the Bar
What's that, daddy?"
/ "Oh, never mind now! you will know
about it in twenty years, I am certain
And now, laddie, if you promise me
faithfully that you will not ask any