Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-30


ing plain that was almost destitute OF
trees and looked. from the moving
| train, like green pillows of the sea
with grass growing over them. Father
Dan was reading his breviary for the
| following day, not knowing what he
| would have to do in it, when the sun
set in a great blaze of red beyond the
horizon, and then suddenly big
round black ball, like a captive bal
| loon, seemed to rise in the midst of
the glory
| called Father Dams attention to
this, and in a moment he was fear
fully excited.
Don't worry, my child" he cried,
while tears of Joy sprang to his eyes.
do you know what that is? That's
the dome of St. Peters! Rome, my
child, Rome."
| 1t was o'clock when we arrived at
! our destination, and in the midst of a
great confusion l walked by Father
! Dar's side and held on to his vertical
pocket. while he carried his own bag,
and a basket of mine, down the
crowded platform to an open cab
outside the station.
Then Father Dan wiped his fore
| head with his print handkerchief and
| | sat close up to him, ard the driver
cracked his long whip and shouted at
| I,1 ,ty1 urhiIa 70 tlnd
and on over stony streets, which
seemed to be full of statues and
| fountains that were lit up by great
white light that was not moonlight
and yet looked like 1t.
But at last we stopped at a little
door of a big house which seemed to
stand, with a church beside 1t, on a
high shelf overlooking the city, for
could see many domes like that of st.
Peter lying below us.
The Reverend Mother.
A grill in the little door was first
opened and then a lady in a black
ha bit, with a black band round her
forehead and white bands down each
side of her face, opened the door
itself, and asked us to step in, and
when we had done so, she took us
! down a long passage into a warm
room, where another lady, dressed in
the same way, only little grander,
sat in a big red armchair
Father Dan, who was still wearing
his knitted muffler. bowed very low
to this lady, calling her the Reverend
| Mother Magdalene, and she answered
| him in English, but with a funny
! sound which 1 afterward knew to be a
foreign accent.
1 remember that thought she was
very beautiful, nearly as beautiful
as my mother, and when Father Dan
told me to kiss her hand / did So
and then she put me to sit in a chair
and looked at me.
What is her age?" she asked
| whereupon Father Dan said he
thought 1 would be that month,
which was right being October.
Small isn't she?" said the lady
and then Father Dan said something
about poor mamma which l can not
! remember.
After that they talked about other
things, and l looked at the pictures
on the walls-pictures of saints and
| Popes and, above all, picture of
TnSlIG with TIic ort -, 10
| BOSOM
The child will be hungry" said
the lady. "She must have something
| to eat before she goes to bed-the
other children have gone already"
Then she rang a hand bell. and
when the first lady came back she
said:
ASK Sister Angela to come to me
| Immediately"
A few minutes later Sister Angela
came into the room, and she was
quite young, almost girl, with such
a sweet sad face that / loved her
| instantly.
This is little Mary O'Neill. Take
Der to the refectory and give her
whatever she wants, and don't leave
her until she is quiet and comfort
able"
Very well, Mother" said Sister
Angela, and taking my hand she
whispered: Come, Mary, you look
| tired"
l rose to go with her, but at the
same moment Father Dan rose too.
| and l heard him say he must lose no
time in finding hotel, for the
| bishop had given him only one day
to remain in Rome, and he had to
| catch an early train home the follow
ing morning.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.