The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1913-08-09

held in My hand the reed, for thy sake
did not despise them. When / hung
crucified between two thieves, and
was jeered at and blasphemed, thou
vert in My thoughts
She was on her knees now, her face
against the wall. Sobs that hurt hel
chest and throat came from her lips;
tears trickled down her cheeks and
fell on her joined hands.
20 patient, o meek, 0 long-suffering
Lamb of God, behold thy Wretched
daughter! Forgive, Lord, forgive!"
A long pause ensued; the soul was
in communion with its Redeemer.
She arose strengthened. ''Thy will
be done in all things, sweet Lord" she
murmured. "Thy yoke is sweet, and
Thy burden light
During the three following weeks
Austin Kemery avoided his fathers
mill. In all that time he did not see
Dora. At last he was unable to re
sist the desire to see her. She had
held out longer than he thought she
would. He had expected stubborn
silence of few days, then a shy lit
tie note stating her compliance with
his wishes, for he knew that she loved
him; then a reconciliation, and their
happy marriage, when she would be
his till death. But all this time he
had neither seen her nor heard from
her. He accordingly visited the mill
His heart leaped with surprise when
he saw that Dora Hunter was not al
her old place. He went straight to
her sister Alice, a girl of sixteen, who
worked near.
"Has Dora been changed, Alice?'
he asked.
"No, Mr.. Kemery; she has not work
ed in the mill for over two weeks
She has gone away from home"
"Alice, the girls eyes we're bent
over her work after she had seen the
expression of his face-'''you know
where she is; tell me"
"She is now employed in a CHART
able institution in distant city
Where, I dare not let you know
"How did she get there, may ask?'
"Our priest sent her there"
when will she return home?"
II don't know"
He saw that the girl was telling the
truth.
did she leave home on my &C
count?"
'I think you had something to dc
with her departure, sir"
The weeks dragged into months, the
months into a year. Yet no one but
her immediate relatives knew where
Dora Hunter was. Austin Kemery haG
inquired in vain of the Hunter family
to tell him when Dora would come
home.
Two years passed Austin Kemery
had lost his father-and his fathers
Croecus of the little town, made fool
ish investments in his old age, and the
close of his life, like the end of Solo
mans, was disastrous. Austin haG
to face the world with scarcely dol
lar. Oh, if Dora were only near tC
give him of her splendid courage!
The owner now became foreman Of
the Down-Quilt Mills. During all this
time, he had not seen Dora Hunter
mo, she is not dead, far from it,
Mrs. Hunter had told him; "and one
of these days she'll come back to Pine
wood; but I must not tell you any
thing else about her. On her return
she will explain all"
Tell me at least, is she working
hard?"
THAT depends on what you cal
hard work, Mr.. Kemery. She is study
ing in an academy and teaches there
But she might be cross if she knew
that / told so much"
"Well, it's relief to know that she
is not Shaving herself away in that
charitable institution where she was
first" And his face frightened. "She's
above me now" he added with visit
full smile.
Every woman should be above 6
man." retorted Mrs. Hunter. "But
Dora don't think herself so, I'm sure
She was never an uppish one, anG
she'd admire to see you with them
sunburnt arms and freckled nose"
For over a week Dora's father haG
been lying fatally ill. Austin KemerJ
had visited his former employee dur
ing his sickness, not once, but many
times, for the ex-mill owner respected
and admired the sick man for his vir
tues. Who could help respecting anC
admiring Hunter-a son of the En-
erald Isle, with that big heart, strict
integrity, and wholesome humor which
are the peculiar possessions of the
Irish?
1t was evening; an evening just like
the one on which he had last seer
Dora. Austin Kemery was tapping a
the door of her humble home AS ht
waited his eyes roved to the sun
flushed hills in the west, and ht
thought of her. She had been much il
his thoughts all day, his pretty Dora
He tapped again. No answer. HI
tried the knob; the door swung open
81 hope my friend is no worse" h
said. 'sI'll just go to the sick room
without further ado"
He suited the action to the word
A woman in gray was sitting besid
Hunters bedside reading from a small
cloth-covered book. She did not SCI
the unannounced visitor, and the sicl