The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-10-26
into the estate, would listen to her

INTO the estate, would listen TO ner
pleading.
Thus the brave child cogitated, as
she stood behind the counter of the
stuffy little shop, as to the ways and
means she would take to gain an
audience. Trouble made little wom-
an of her. Many a longing glance
she gave towards Sieve Donard,
where the Castle stood amid the pur-
pie heather like white flower in an
amethyst setting. If she could only
get there in time, before her aunt re-
covered her reason, so that she could
tell her the glorious news of the sue
cess of her errand once she aWoke
from the fever that was consuming
her! She pictured in all the happy
light in her aunt's eyes, the quick re
turn to health the joy
At this point of her meditations a
small, piping voice, accompanied by
the sound of copper tapping on the
counter, reused her from her glorious
dream to things mundane
Mother sent me for a pennyWorth
of blackballs for Wee Jennie; he is
sick, and he tould me to be sure and
come here; he would rather have the
taste of yours than the ones across
the street.
Winnie placed the black dainties in
paper and handed it to the garru-
lous youngster. Il suppose you would
like one yourself she said with a
smile that made her face seem like an
angels to the little fellow.
"Troth, Winnie, it's yourself knows
thing or two. You wouldn't mind
making it a big one," he continued
wheedlingly, while you are at it. l
fought Paddy Whelan-him whose mo-
Their keeps the new shop-three
rounds. He said, tTroth, an his mo-
Their could soon put your aunt out of
business and I told him he was a
black-hearted pig"
eYou shouldn't fight" said Winnie
reprovingly, though her eyes danced
youngster told his tale.
"What call has the like of him put
ting down an ould neighbour"
Father O'Donovan says we are to
love our enemies; live and let live,"
repeated Winnie primly.
Fair, then, some one is bound to
come to the wall. My grannie says
it's your poor old aunt this time"
"Micky;" the sound of the voice
was so accusing that the little lad
stepped back in alright as a tall, old
woman, who had entered unperceived,
with a check shawl round her spare
frame and scrupulously white apron
caught him angrily by the shoulder,
her eyes blazing with wrath.
Ceramic, I didn't say anything"
cried the youngster, wriggling from
her grasp "Sorra damn I said
since you tould me it was bad word
Ask Winnie there. l was only telling
her what the neighbours said about
her aunt
whist, We omadhaun. Run home
quickly. Jennie is crying for the
sweets. Childer is so foolish" she
added alphabetically. "They do be
taking up things quare. If there is
wrong way to story they are sure
to take the short cut. Me and Mrs.
Breen was likely enough talking
about your aunt.
Her explanations, were cut short
by wailing voice calling Winnie,
Winnie"
There is your aunt calling. I'll
just step in and see can do any
thing for her"
"Do, Mrs. Fogarty," said Winnie,
her eyes beaming gratefully. Il do
| be Altered sometimes, she talks so
wild. The doctor says she will come
round all right, but indeed I wish
my mother was here; but the baby
is only a fortnight old, and she is
not over-strong yet; sure an it's
with her should be- added poor Win
ME, the tears falling down like rain
| from her blue eyes.
whist, alanna, things will come
right A little patience does a great
deal,' said Mrs. Fogarty, following
Winnie into the little room. Where the
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