The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-08-01
While the Strike was on.

You remember the youth in the
nursery rhymes who, after removing
a plum from the Christmas pie pro-
nounced himself great and important
boy? Well, something of the same
feeling suffused the person of Charles
A. Bradshaw, number two, as he lift
ed the blotter from his signature and
carefully tore the :, check from it's
leather resting place. Charles A.
Bradshaw was young, healthy, gener-
Gus, and as care-free as the only heir
of multi-millionaire, lately defunct,
should be; SO signing checks was one
of the easiest things he did.
Mr.. Bradshaw, with consciousness
of an act superlatively beneficent,
leaned back in his chair and drew
the crisp linen paper through his
slim fingers. arr
Mr., Bowen" he said, magnificently
Mr.. Bradshaw was fond of romantic
novels, and could be magnificent on
demand-'when first l received your
modest request for donation to the
Canal street free soup kitchen, | was
inclined to refuse You must know
yourself, that the continuance of the
strike is costing me small fortune
every day. Hence, l felt i'll disposed
to giving money in charity
Now that the check was signed,
Mr.. Bowen felt that he could safely
understand Mr.. Bradshaw's feelings
in he A eli nh n1n nf
his right hand indicated that he did.
but then / reflected that it was un-
wise to allow the ingratitude of my
employees to Interfere with my do
ing good. The fact, that they have
bitten the hand that fed them does
not deter me from further charity
In fact, | could not deny myself the
satisfaction of knowing the happiness
my check would bring the thousands
of poor souls"
Such a sentiment purred Mr.
Bowen, stretching out an instructive
hand, docs credit to your beneficent
disposition"
Il trust" said the young Mr.. Brad
shaw, and he rendered the check as
a benevolent despot might confer let
ters patent, that this check may
bring untold happiness to the poor OF
this city May their sufferings be re
lieved, their wants supplied, he
coughed and tried to think of a phrase
to finish the triad their whole wei
fare promoted"
Mr.. Bradshaw certainly had expan
siye ideas of the uses of free souI
kitchen.
Mr.. Bradshaw" said Mr.. Bowen
with tears in his eyes, whenever il
this city anyone needs an endowment
for his charity enterprise he can turT
with assurance to you. Your name
is engraved on the portals of every
charitable institution in this city, anc
on the hearts of all it's citizens
Surely, your father could not have
placed his fortune in safer or more
generous hands"
That was just about what Charlie:
A. Bradshaw, number two, felt himself
and the last phrase echoed pleasant.
in his ears as he passed from hi:
private Office. 1t was the musical &C
compartment of his dinner at the club
and when he rose from the smoking
room and walked down the stairs tx
the sleek limousine that waited at tht
curb, it pulsed in his ears like tri
umphaI march. Charity was his recre
alton, he often told himself, and hi
instinctively appreciated how it mus
have endeared him to the hearts o
his fellow men,.
On the streets, late as it was, thu
boys were yelling an important extra
but he did not stop to see it. A thir
faced laborer just beside the motol
stood with copy in his hands, his
eyes blank and hopeless as he started
at the headlines:
Bradshaw Refuses to Arbitrate.
Yield or Bust, Says Magnate to
| Unions.
Sixth Week of Strike at Cement Fac
tory Brings Increased Misery to
Laborers
And for some reason, no smile
curved his drawn lips as he read d
the magnificent donation made thai
day to the Canal street free souI
kitchen.