The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1913-06-21
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A TUG-OF-WAR.

Blame her, poor child, no, no."
said the priest gently. "But-but a
mixed marriage is a sad business at
best, Jack Bless it as may, and
often must, l always feel that the
devil is chuckling somewhere in the
background. You may be able to keep
his claws out of the bargain; but
there's a big risk. my boy, a big risk"
There will be none here" said
Jack, and there was a glow of faith
and hope and love in the young mans
face that Father Hugh had not the
heart to shadow with another doubt
ing word.
Beyond the dim room, lined with
ponderous tones, where the professor
dwelt with his Greek gods and demi-
gods, Parnassus lost it's classic chill
and ran into sweet riot of vine
wreathed porch, blooming rose-bower,
and wide garden-bed, where all the
dear old-time flowers held their own.
Here reigned supreme the fair
daughter of the house.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of
girls,
Queen lily and rose in one,"
Jack Devon's heart had sung when he
met Iris Weatherby at the college
Room" one year ago, and the yoke of
her sweet sovereignty had been upon
him ever since. And she was, indeed
as her lover had said, in a class by
herself. In some subtle way the old
professors mind and thought seemed
to have lowered in this one girl, for
Iris was of that pure, perfect type of
female beauty the Greek artists have
immortalized-a beauty that could
even bear the trying test of tears, for
it was hopeless Niobe that sat in
the garden 'rose-bower on this June
day-her lover, breathless with indig
nant surprise, at her side He had
just heard of the sudden impasse that
blocked the happy course of their
love of the professors ultimatum de-
livered this morning.
Il never dreamed he would object
Jack, especially as it was your uncle
who would marry us. But, as dear
mamma says, we must not expect tc
understand papa. He is so wise anC
so deep-so far beyond US
'Then we'n leave him beyond,
said Jack, resolutely. 1.-THE matter i.
very simple, darling. I'll just carry
you of to Uncle Hugh's, and marry
you in his parlor."
"Oh, no, Jack, no! l couldn't. H,
he would never forgive u.s."
well, we could stand that, couldn'
we, darling together" and Jacl
lifted the little hand he held to hi
lips.
Eyes, yes-I mean no-Jack! oh
no. 1t would be so hard, so cruel t
poor mamma! 1t would shut me on
of her life, if papa were angry; /
would break her heart, for / am al
she has. And, of course, neither sh
nor papa can understand how you fee
in the matter, why you cannot Civ
way" And as the sweet, fearful eye
were lifted to his, Jack felt-well, a
if faggot and stake were SINAI
trials of faith to this.
iris" he said hoarsely. do 20
ask me to-"
mo, mol" she interrupted quickly
Il understand, Jack, though they d
not 1t would be sacrifice woul
not dare to ask dare to accept
Jack. 1t would be asking you to turl
traitor to all that you hold true an
holy. And love your loyalty, you
truth; for this very faith know is
guiding star where / have beel
taught all is dark, cold, NOTHING
ness"
MY darling!- you win let sucl
atrocious teaching influence yol
now" said Jack, when your soul a
well as your heart is crying out TO
Faith, Hope, Loveall that swee
soul craves2 Be brave, dearest. AMI
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