The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-08-08

many opportunities to display his pow
ers, as he worked in a candy store.
Harold was very important behind
interurban station. Philip and John
clerked in drug stores. Maurice was
learning the jewelers. trade, while
James watched the guest book of a
hotel during the night.
1t was a fine family, cas- any one
would admit. None of them but wore
good clothes, and could talk to pretty
ladies without blushing and stammer-
ing. That is, all but Patrick. He was
first the despair and then the hope
of the family
The twins had grown up under care
full supervision; for Mrs. Cannon was
going to make Gwendolyn a society
belle, and Patrick she watched be-
cause she could not shake off the feel
ing that he would do something rash
The two were passionately fond of
each other. Gwendolyn-he mothers
idol-had saved her brother from
many a padding when he came home
late from school, or with a black eye
from fighting Johnnie McHale.
Mrs. Cannon foresaw terrible posi-
bilities in Patrick's friendship for
Johnnie McHale. Johnnie's father had
been arrested once Patrick did not
like to wear good clothes, either, but
wanted always to go barefooted.
But Mrs Cannon had to admit that
Patrick had brains. He led his classes
without half trying. When he was
fourteen he was ready for high school,
while Gwendolyn was three years be-
hind. None of her other children had
been considered bright enough to go
higher than the grammar grades.
Mrs. Cannon therefore determined
that her youngest son, who was bright
enough, should go not only to high
school but to college. He should be-
come a lawyer.
Patrick did not agree with her.
When he graduated from high school
he wanted to go to work. Gwendolyn
had become clerk in dry goods
store-the sons were getting married,
and none of them earned more than
ten dollars a week-and Patrick
strenuously insisted that he should
earn money, too. His mother would
not give in, and she was joined by
Mr.. Cannon and Gwendolyn-the last
more insistent than all that he do
something ''big" for the family.
He had to give in at last, and in
the fall entered st. Edward College.
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Paddy Cannon, entering one of the
reception rooms, stopped to look at
what he saw before him. It was his
roommate, Hendrix, turning the mu-
sic sheet for his sister Gwendolyn, who
was playing softly.
His sister saw him first.
Here is Paddy already" she cried,
jumping up.
Hendrix came forward, beaming.
"Give me your hand, old mani" He
embraced Cannon affectionately.
What a game! You'll be famous
by this time tomorrow. But your sis
ter here would not believe you had
pitched no-hit game. She said she
saw them hit the ball several tines!"
Yes laughed Cannon; IF it hadn't
been for my support I'd have been
beaten
Get Quit" scoffed Hendrix. After
a few commonplaces he shook hands
and left them, as he saw Cannon
wished to be alone with his sister.
Paddy looked at Gwendolyn and
smiled.
Here is Paddy already" he said,
mimicking. He took out his watch.
Its a solid hour since the game was
Won"
She blushed. "Well I did have a
good time!" She shook her head pert
ly.
"He is a fine chap; his dad is worth
half a million" he tainted, admiring
the pretty picture she made.
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