The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-11-07
Continued from Page 3D.
MESSENGERS OF MARY.

WlSH you CIlOOS6, DuL H0 IluSC let
Evelyn alone" was his dictum.
"She is my child and / must save
her SOUL" poor Mrs. Marcy cried.
"She is my child, too, and l am not
going to have her tormented," was
her husbands quiet response.
Accustomed as she was to having
her own way, she knew when he spoke
it was useless to protest further.
She resorted to diplomacy and turned
the case over to the Rev. Walston.
Evelyn openly f1outed her brother.
"You may pray that way all you
want to, but not while I'm around"
was her prompt encouragement of
his advances. His efforts to save"
her father increased her bitterness.
Heaven must be queer place il
Walston can get in and father can't"
she reflected.
Her father was her ideal Of all a
man should be, and as his weakness
become more apparent her tenderness
and devotion developed, too. She no
longer repined that she could not
have part in the fun the young Dorans
and Mahoneys were always con-
cocting. Billy shared it, and she had
chafed at the restraint her mother
had put upon her, refusing her all the
natural pleasure of her age. Agnes
and Molly went to church every morn
ing and spoke of holy things with a
matter-of-course familiarity that
shocked Mrs. Marcy but attracted her
! daughter. She would have liked to ask
them about their religion as Billy did
Tom, but her mothers permission
must not. be mentioned. Nothing mat
tered now, though, except father, she
could not bear to leave him when he
ordered her to run out for some fresh
air. The sympathy and fellowship
| that had been her chief delight from
childhood strengthened with the days.
Mr.. Marcy was a great friend of all
the children in the neighborhood, but
| his special cronies were the Misses
Angela Doran and Katherine Ma
honey, aged respectively seven just.
| Mr.. Marcy was the one grown up in
vited to their mutual birthday party,
which celebration took place between
the two birthdays, events occurring
week apart. AS he was not able to
attend, the party adjourned, cakes and
| ice cream cones in hand, to the
Marcy porch and demanded a story,
demand promptly acceded to, Mr.
Marcy being accustomed to such hold
ups by his young friends. Angela and
Katherine were of a similar pattern
round as to face and figure, with
straight, serious brows and dimpled
chins and very soft cheeks, only
Angela's eyes were hazel and Kath
crimes were dark blue. They were
daily callers on Mr. Marcy and never
failed to wave him a salute on their
way to and from school. He was the
recipient of many extraordinary gifts
at their hands, marvelously con
structed paper chains and clay birds
nests and original paintings of quite
astonishing nature, and now they
were seven and out of kindergarten
he was deluged with spelling and
rithmetic lessons delivered in the
form of letter. Sometimes they told
him long stories about these gifts and
sometimes they made him tell the
stories.
Mrs. Doran and Mrs. Mahoney used
to apologize for the length and fire.
quency of their daughters visit and
urge that the young ladies be sent
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welcome. But they never did, and
the sick man watched for their COM
| ing. He was not ill enough to be in
bed, and aside from the weakness of
the heart there seemed to be nothing
greatly the matter but sort of ex-
haustion fastened upon him that moth
ing could shake off.
I'm all right, only a little tired"
was his invariable answer to inquiries
as to his health. Only Evelyn no.
ticed, with a chill of dread, that the
tiredness was growing.
I'm getting old, daughter" he said,
as she helped him to his chair at the
window.
"Fearfully old, daddy dear, here
comes your two old lady friends to
prove it."
Angela and Katherine came in look
ing unwontedly important.
eve got somepin awful nice for
you today" Angela cried, as she ran
to Mr.. Marcy.
awful nice," Katherine repeated,
following her.
The "somepin' awful NICE was
carefully concealed in the corner of
Katherine's handkerchief. This was
spread out on Mr.. Marcy's knee and
the knots securing the treasure we're
removed with much dignity and DELHI
Grafton. Mr.. Marcy pleaded with Kath-
crime to hurry, he just couldn't wait,
a plea that secured him a rebuking
glance of Katherines blue eyes and
a fleeting glimpse of sundry dimples,
but no haste in the proceedings.
you got to watt Angela assured
him, fairly dancing up and down in
the shelter of his arm. 6 You got to
wait-it's awful nice s'prise."
Katherine let Angela do the talking,
she was occupied with the small pa
per parcel she had separated from her
handkerchief; several wrappers had
to be removed before the "s'prise'
was in sight, then Katherine held up
/ for inspection in the palm of her