The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1913-10-18

pictures OF the 6l6SS6u MOIH6E anu
the Divine Child in the children's
rooms, nothing but infinitesimal rep
reservations of the Guardian Angel,
like small prayer-book marks, over
every bed; and no Cruciix anywhere.
The Cousins eyes were notes Of in
terrogation. Mrs. Barr fidgeted.
you see they often bring their lit
tie friends up to their rooms" she ex-
planned, and the Cruciix is really SO
painful, don't you know?"
Surely, we all should know" MUIR
INJURED Cousin Clare, in a strangely
altered voice. But she forebore fur
Their comment.
When she was going, she asked.
casually:
Would you like to call with me on
your new neighbor, Mrs. Ross? She's
an old friend of mine"
ooh, Clare, you don't lei it. I'd
be charmed to go; but they say she's
very-well, ~top-loftical. | don't know
where she sends her children to
school. Mine don't meet them. You
know, after a while, we mothers have
to get acquainted through our chill
dren."
"She's all right, nee you know
her." said Cousin Clare ca~relessly.
A few days later they made the
promised call, AS they waited in the
big drawing room, the first thing to
catch their eyes vas the Sistine Ma
donna, a duplicate of the one which
Mrs.-Barr had relegated to her bed
room; while on the largest wallspace
hung a fine copy of Murillo's Holy
Family.
But Clare" said Mrs. Barr, Il sup
posed she was a Protestant"
''She would prefer to be called a
Unitarian" answered the Cousin.
"But you know u saying here, You
can tell a Unitarian house by the
number of Madonnas in it.
Mrs. Barr didn't know; but she
wouldn't have acknowledged that to
her inexplicable cousin for any
thing.
Mrs. Ross didn't keep them waiting
long. I'VE have been admiring your
Holy Family said Cousin Clare. If
admire meant to wonder, as
formerly, her words fitted both callers.
"Oh, but I just love Sacred Art;
you must see my Saint Agnes in the
library, and l have some lovely
things upstairs that we'll look at pres
entity Cousin Glare was so much at
Loroo &ho+ . c,,AHo;ou+ corco ~ roac-
surance stole over Mrs. Barr to help
her say: my children haven't met
your little ones yet, Mrs. Ross"
ooh, no; they don't go to the Low.
ell school, although it's SO near. ]
have always sent them as day-board.
ers to the Convent. I wonder why
parents ever think of any other
school, that is, if it is possible to
manage it."
Mrs. Barr and Cousin Clare had
both at the moment some vivid mem.
cries of past ''tiffs" in which the
former, with the obstinacy character.
istic of the weak, had always insisted
on the i~nferiority of convent schools
In Mrs. Ross room they saw a
Madonna della Sedia, and an i'm.
mense Rosary blessed by the Pope
as the hostess proudly proclaimed
hanging at the beds head, 81 couldn't
go to sleep if / didn't know it was
there" declared Mrs. Ross. "But
you, of course, have all those beauti
full things. Really, the Catholic
Church is SO picturesque"
ut is a good deal more than that,
exclaimed Cousin Clare.
ooh, I know; you'll never let me
rest till / am safe in. Well, I'm no
saying it won't ever happen" an
swered Mrs. Ross thoughtfully, jus
before she took leave of her callers.
The cousins walked back to Mrs
Bars in silence. 1t was the time TO
rubbing it in" thought pruden
Clare; but she wasn't surprised when
at her next visit to Mrs. Barr, sh,
saw the Sistine Madonna v thu
drawing room mantelpiece. 81 dom
mind if you get the convent prospec
tus," she remarked to Cousin Clare
Mrs. Ross needn't think she's thu
only one on the street who can af
ford to send her children to a pay
school"