The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-02-07

81 guess we'll strike the freight that
pulls in here about SIX" said Derry.
81 think-I'm going back home" He
lit his pipe again-it had gone out
even as he sat putting at it. Eyes,
civilization for me for a while"
Dick Burns nodded.
you'll lost the notion before you're
half way back" he said. tits just
this dead joint that's got you ratified.
It's the limit"
Derry CARAT added word or two
that were scarcely polite, and knocked
his pipe against the sole of his shoe.
Putting his pipe in his pocket, his
hand struck the letter. He took it
out and looked at it. Burns eyed him
with amusement.
"Who it is? My wife or my sweet
hearth" he asked, with a note of re-
fined speech in the words that was, to
say the least, unexpected.
Neither" said Derry, briefly.
"Ah!" said Burns. Derry put the
letter back. mines dead" he added.
"She was sick when made my get
away and she died soon after. I got
out for her sake. The others, the
bunch of respectable ones, made it
well, you know how hot they can make
it for the gentleman of the family
He laughed, sneeringly. Derry did
not answer. There was something
the matter, he told himself, as he
leaned forward, elbows on knees, and
his head on his hands. Dick ambled
on, telling of his first adventures-how
he learned the trade, what fellow
student" had first started him West
He stopped talking suddenly and look.
ed up as form darkened the door.
way. There we're eagerness and re.
lief on his face. He evidently found
Derry little to his liking as com.
panion.'
Come in, stranger-come in, come
I'M" he vociferated heartily. "Wel
come, no matter how you come! And
if you've got deck with you and
"a"
He stood up. The stranger shook
his tall frame vigorously and then un
buttoned his overcoat.
Good Lord!" exclaimed Dick
Burns, weakly.
Pretty smart breeze outside" sale
the priest, in cool tone. GO ahead!
Don't mind me. You won't refuse me
shelter for a few minutes, will you
my lads?"
mo, Father-no-no!" stammeret
Burns. He looked at the door, ever
made step toward it, but the prizes
barred the way.
IF you go out" he said, 81 shall fol
low you. I don't want to disturb any
one. They call me Father Maurice
hereabouts when they see me-" h
added, with whimsical smile, "and
am from New York. Somehow" h
added shrewdly, looking from Dick
petrturbed countenance to Derry's in
quiring one. II feel that both yo1
chaps hail from the same quarter, o
I'm much mistaken"
Derry CARAT had risen at the SCUM
of the priests name. He now stoo
looking at him with something Xix
fear in his eyes.
Father Maurice!" he said. "Fathe
Maurice!"
Father Maurice smiled
; 1--WE have met before?" he asked.
"No," said Derry, quietly, "nevel
But my mother"
Knew me?"
mo"
The priest looked questionably.
"She did not know you, Father, bu
some one dear to you-very we'll"
"Ah!" said the priest in a lo7
voice, full of tenderness. "She knee
some one dear to me! She knew m
mother! My mother!" He said tn
words with love and longing in hi
tones. Then 1 knew her, Of course
I knew every one-every one-tha
know my mother. Her name-ah, he
name was Ellen CARAT! And you ar
her only child, Derry. You are lik
her-very, very much like her Wi
you shake hands with me?"
Derry put both hands behind him.
II? Shake hands with you? L
couldn't, Father"
, your mother would like it, Derry
; Hesitatingly, painfully, Derry e.
: tended his hand.
> "Your mother had you, my mothe
had me-" he said.
Look what you are, and what ar
!. And they both were good. 1t ism
my mothers fault" There was moi
;. Of defiance in his voice.
p mo-" said Father Maurice, gravel
: 'it isn't her fault; it's your own. b
:, you'll come out all right" He laughe
softly. God seldom fails the mot
/. ers, Derry. Often we can't see i
:. often we don't know how or whel
= their prayers are answered. Som
: times, according to our human know
edge, they're never answered. B
that is not true"
= Derry CARAT shrugged his souldel
I'm good-for-nothing, low-dow
miserable, dirty tramp" he said, wit
;. out any emotion. There isn't al
- meanness I haven't stopped to, al
: that I won't stoop to again. I sh;
never reform-never! How can n
= mothers prayers be answered VIII,
: /, of my own free will, choose to
- against them?"
when God has hold of a dyil
I. man He keeps him tight by the hail
:. quoted Father Maurice. For all y
70 know, He may be holding on to y