The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-27

Friday OF his stay, we were walking
home after we had finished u Com
munion thanksgiving. The suns
bright rays were just gliding the east
ern woods; the trees resounded with
the thrilling notes of birds that fitted
about among the boughs, shaking the
leaves and scattering the heavy norm
ing dew down on the grass. ! felt sad
at heart; on the morrow Mr.. Darrow
would leave us.
"You will think of me and pray for
me sometimes, when | am gone, won't
you, Andrew" he said, smiling down
upon me, as we walked slowly along a
we'll beaten path through the woods.
| gulped down a great lump that
has risen in my throat; perhaps
should see Mr.. Darrow again.
ooh, Mr.. Darrow," | replied, Il shall
never forget you"
was only fourteen then, I am fifty
now; yet Mr.. Darrow, as he looked that
morning, is still fresh in my memory.
mi. Darrow," | said after we had
walked on a few moments in silence,
for he seemed pensive that morning,
you have told me comparatively very
little of the Sacred Heart this morn
ing"
Eyes, yes, Andrew" he answered
hurriedly, as n who suddenly wakes
from a dream; "and | must not forget
to tell you of a conversion made
through the Sacred Heart. In the
years to come, you may have some n
dear to you who will neglect his soul
some one whom you may have to
save by your prayers; if SO, think of
what l now tell you. Every soul is
very precious in Gods eyes, and bless
ed is the man who recalls a soul from
the path of sin by his prayers, OIL good
works"
l was all attention.
"My Aunt Agnes Powers" he be-
gan, "died nine years ago-God be
merciful to her! She was only TWEEN
ty-three at her death. She was a
beauty, so far as face and form go.
Her hair-he always went into minute
detail, which enhanced the elegance of
his descriptions-was a dark brown,
with waves of golden light running
through it. She was very fond of her
hair, and was fond of thrusting jew
elled pins and flowers into it. Her
eyes were blue, almost black, with
long, dark lashes that swept her
cheeks. Her eyebrows were black and
heavy, and stood out in pleasing con
trast to her marble forehead. Her
scoWls-which indeed were rare
were quite repelling, her eyes being SO
dark.
"Her oval face had SO much color
in it, not too much, but quite enough.
What a pretty smile she had! 1t lit
up her whole face and gave a merry
wicked little twinkle to her eyes. She
was small and Slightly built and had a
dignifed air that made her look much
taller. But you've had enough of my
description, Andrew" with a smile.
"She was English and resided with
her parents in 'Merrie Old England.
They were honest people and were
proud of their fair Agnes. She and
my mother were the only children
that came to bless the Powers home
Agnes, however, often panied the fond
hearts of her parents by the neglect
Of her religious duties. She went tC
Mass on Sundays and holy days OF
obligation, but her thoughts were so
filled with fashions, balls and the the.
aires, whittier some of her friends
took her, that she hadn't time to think
much of the Sacramento. Vainly did
Grandfather Powers demonstrate with
his vivacious daughter, he threatened,
he scolded, but all to no avail. Her
teens passed thus.
at was in one of the parks that she
first met Jules Hosfeld. How they be.
came acquainted, | cannot tell. He fell
in love with Agnes. Her parents knew
nothing of her i~nfatuation for Mr..
Hosfeld until he came to ask her hand
in marriage. He was a widower, and
was much older than Agnes. His wife
had died only a short time before. He
was a man of no religion, though
dare say he believed in God, in a kind
of way. Mr.. Powers, like a good Cath
Ollie parent, refused Mr.. Hosfeld the
hand of his daughter; how could the
old man give away his treasure, his
little Agnes, to a stranger, and a
stranger who was not a Catholic!
With a dark frown, HCsfeld departed
from the Powers residence, slamming
the door behind him.
'Then ensued a stormy be-
tween Mr.. Powers and Agnes. She
said she was determined to marry Mr..
Hosfeld, for she loved him.
"'Why should l not become his
wife, she demonstrated; he loves me,
he is wealthy, and can make me a
lady,
but Agnes, near, what of your
soul? He is not a Catholic!'
"'Pshaw! Religion will not keep
me. It's all right for priests or nuns,
but it's not the thing for lay-people.
"Mr. Powers pleaded with his obdu-
rate daughter until she flew into a
rage, and said she sould marry Mr..
Hosfeld, come what might. Her ia
Their, in his anger, struck her in the
face; and she, bursting into tears, left
the room.
1.-TWO days later the papers con-
tanned an account of the elopement of
Mr.. Hosfeld and Miss Powers.
"The Powers home was quite desc
late. Mrs. Powers sat at the window