The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1913-03-15

"Will He look this Way?" Jesus came
nearer-noW He was almost below the
eager watchers. Suddenly the child
leaped up from Mary's arms.
Dear Lord! Dear Lord" rang out
in sweet, childish treble.
There was curious stir among the
people. All eyes were lifted to where,
standing lightly poised, almost in the
air, on the very edge of the parapet,
they beheld the graceful little figure
of a golden-haired child. The little
maiden, with arms outstretched to-
ward the Master, made picture less
of earth than of Heaven. The wistful
face of the child was turned toward
the grave, yet loving, face of Jesus.
Solemnly His hand was raised in bene-
diction.
There was murmur from the multi
tude. Had she fallen? No, she was
kneeling, with Marys arms around
her. That dear friend raised and car
ried little Miriam back to her place
among the cushions: The child seemed
to be in tranquil slumber. Mary
smiled and kissed the pure, fair fore
head, then quietly descended to the
street and closed the little door in the
wall behind her.
Presently lively footsteps sounded
upon the stair, and Cyril, followed by
the faithful Myra, reioined the little
maiden, who opened her eyes in
dreamy welcome at the noise of their
approach. Fast upon each other came
eager accounts of what the lad had
seen and heard. much more would
have had to tell thee, dear sister,
had not Myra restrained me from
mingling in the thick of the press
Indeed, have little to tell in compari-
son with what they can relate who
walked closer to the Master. It is
hard to be so held in check" Breath
less at last, he paused, and noticed
with establishment the calm, bright
face of his sister. How strange she
looked-how like an angel!
Il have seen Him." she said, "and
l am cured of my inf1rmity.'
"Thou dreamest, dear one," Cyril
sadly returned, "but in truth will
go and ask it of the Master
'tNay, Cyril, believe me-" spoke Mir
lam, earnestly. "See!" And to the
unbounded delight of her dear nurse
and amazed brother, she stood up,
ran and danced about in proof of her
assertion.
"But do thou prepare our father to
behold what has come to me-" she
begged, for he would die of joy
should he see me thus"
"Yea, child" agreed Myra, at is too
wonderful to believe, did not see thee
run and leap. Let me go forth my thy
father, that he may freely rejoice
with u.s.
When Nathaniel, the Merchant, was
told that Myra waited without, he was
troubled lest she be the bearer of ill
tidings. But when he looked in her
face and heard her tale, he cried aloud
with joy, may! but I must behold
this with mine own eyes!"
Many curious glances followed the
two hurrying figures. "Ah! friend
Nathaniel has some great prince to
visit him!" more likely some rich
Inheritance has come to him." sug-
gested another.
And such, indeed, was the case. For,
together with health to his idolized
daughter, had come faith in the Mes
sias; from a life engrossed in worldly
merchandise, Nathaniel turned with
all the generosity of truly grateful
soul to the service of the Master. 1t
was his privilege to pass through the
darkness and the fearful events of
the following fortnight, in sore dis
tress for the fate of his Great Bene-
factor, but with abiding trust in His
Promises; and after the glad days
that succeeded the Resurrection, Ma
thaniel was among those who wit
messed the Ascension. And tradition
still speaks of the works of Cyril, the
servant of the Lord, and of his sister,
Miriam, who died holy widow
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